Chapter 112: "+5" Ogre - Blue Fatty
"Gurgle…"
The hunger in his stomach kept protesting.
Unlike other ogres with gray-brown skin, Yagron was entirely light blue.
He was holding his round belly with his small, stubby hands, and his large, clear black-and-white eyes reflected the image of food not far away.
It was a type of food Yagron had never seen before, bright white and transparent, exuding a hazy steam.
The sweet aroma made Yagron constantly twitch his nose, and drool flowed freely from his mouth.
The hunger made him unwilling to continue squatting there; he carefully moved his chubby body, sneaking around to avoid his aunts' watchful eyes.
To avoid making any noise, Yagron even placed his hands on the ground and crawled slowly, step by step.
His mind completely focused on the food, Yagron didn't notice the figure standing nearby as he cautiously moved his round body to the edge of the large pot.
"Huff huff…"
The sound of the porridge bubbling was so pleasing to Yagron's ears.
Aside from the beautiful white rice grains, the light-colored chunks of meat emitted an even more enticing aroma.
Occasionally, half a fish body would emerge, making the broth even thicker and more fragrant.
He couldn't help but grin foolishly, his chubby hands reaching out toward the food.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a bright red flame flared up, startling Yagron, who quickly pulled back his hand.
The leaping flame looked fierce, leaving a deep impression on Yagron.
The food was right in front of him, but Yagron couldn't eat it, which made him anxious, and he began to whimper.
His voice awakened the motionless female ogres, who turned their heads in shock.
Somehow, this little fatty had crawled out of the pen that imprisoned them and ended up in front of a human campfire!
The extremely protective female ogres stood up anxiously, but their shouts were stuck in their throats.
Because the figure they feared the most was quietly standing behind Yagron!
The greedy little fatty hadn't realized this and continued anxiously circling the large pot, whimpering with his chubby mouth.
At that moment, a large, light-blue arm scooped up a big chunk of food with a large ladle and placed it into a bright white metal bowl.
The little fatty stared dumbfounded at this scene, his chubby mouth hanging open, and drool slowly dripped down, landing with a "plop" on the ground.
"Do you want to eat?"
The calm, low voice reached Yagron's ears.
The little fatty nodded without thinking, but felt a bit strange, as he had no memory of being able to speak this way.
But he didn't have the brainpower to think about that problem; his eyes followed the food bowl placed in front of him, just as he was about to excitedly pounce on it.
A small stick struck his little hand.
The pain made the little fatty immediately retract his hand, and his black-and-white eyes became watery.
Even at that moment, Yagron didn't turn to look at the figure that made the sound; his eyes remained fixed on the food!
A true, sincere little foodie!
The fragrant and rich bowl of food was slowly moved forward.
The little fatty seemed to be in a trance, eyes wide, following step by step.
The food bowl was placed on a dining table, and Yagron climbed up, naturally plopping his round bottom onto a wooden stool.
Matthew smiled, watching this focused little foodie, and placed a spoon in the bowl, using his mage hand to demonstrate feeding him a bite.
One had to admit, foodies always have a special talent and ability to learn when it comes to eating.
He immediately grabbed the spoon and clumsily shoved a big mouthful into his mouth.
The food was still a bit hot, but the little fatty Yagron was reluctant to spit it out, blowing on it while holding it in his mouth.
Matthew cast a Cleanse spell on Yagron, patting his round head, his eyes filled with surprise:
Name: Yagron
Age: 2 years, 4 months
Race: Ogre Shaman
Species: Sub-giant
Class: Not yet employed
Talent: Extraordinary Talent - Flame Bloodline, not yet activated!
Specialty: None.
Inheritance: None.
Attributes:
Strength: 7
Constitution: 8
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 3
Perception: 3
Charisma: 4
Luck: +5
Evaluation: A little foodie with unlimited potential!
There was no information about Yagron in Matthew's "future" memories, nor any data on an ogre shaman powerhouse.
The situation was clear.
This little fatty, deemed to have limitless potential, had never realized that potential.
Perhaps, in the future, he would quietly die in the Troll Valley or somewhere along the way of his growth.
But a +5 luck value meant this gluttonous little fatty had the potential to grow into a high-tier legend!
A little foodie worth cultivating!
"Gurgle…"
Yagron quickly finished most of the bowl of food and, in the end, lifted the bowl and dumped the remaining food into his wide-open mouth, making a delighted "woof woof" sound.
"Where did this little fatty come from?"
Old John curiously glanced at Yagron.
The little guy was already about 1.3 meters tall, yet he was still a baby ogre, not even three years old.
However, that light-blue skin puzzled Old John.
Could it be a mutated variety?
"Makes sense, the arcane master wouldn't take an interest in an ordinary ogre!"
After devouring a bowl of food, Yagron patted his round belly, still feeling a bit hungry.
Being the kind of glutton willing to do anything for food, he slowly turned his head, gazing expectantly at Matthew.
"Hungry... more food..."
Hearing the vaguely familiar tone, Matthew couldn't help but think of his "daughter."
He waved off the soldiers who had gathered around and continued feeding the greedy Yagron.
Poor little fatty, having never eaten anything other than breast milk and devil's root, was quickly absorbed in the meal, exclaiming in amazement.
The soldiers clicked their tongues in wonder, while the adventurers began to chatter:
"What a smart little ogre, its intelligence must not be low…"
"Is that really an ogre? Are there blue-skinned ogres in the world?"
"You're just ignorant. I've been to the Northern Wilderness, where I've seen some blue-skinned ogres. Some of them can even cast spells, and they are incredibly powerful!"
"Hah, stop bragging. Last time, you said you'd been to the southern end of Falsico's Dragon Island…"
"Haha, sure, the bragging was real, but the blue ogres are also real."
"I once served a powerful spellcaster and escorted a blue ogre specimen for him—it had two heads!"
"Really?"
"Whether it's true or not, let's finish eating and keep watch. Our mission is complete..."
"Heh heh, indeed. I didn't expect it to go this smoothly..."
"Quit laughing... make sure to keep an eye on those ogres!"
"..."
Amid the adventurers' discussions, the previously tense female ogres and other young ones also calmed down under Yagron's focused eating.
They were soon given food, and without much hesitation, they quickly started eating and drinking.
Free food—it was like a pie falling from the sky!
Maybe being captured wasn't such a bad thing after all!