The Primordial Record novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Dawn of Battle

Two men sat by an open flame, one of them poked at the flames with his bare hand, to stoke the fire, as a succulent pig on a spit was rotating above it.

Now and then, the figure takes a brush, and coats the roasting meat with a fragrant sauce, the scent of delectable roasting meat fills the air, there was a metal jug by the side of the fire, and a purple colored wine was faintly bubbling inside.

The aroma from the roasting meat and the bubbling wine filled the surrounding, bringing with it a relaxing atmosphere, the full moon overhead poured on the clearing where both men sat, and around them were the sounds of small animals and insects.

"it is unclear to me why you keep doing that." One of the men said, it was a hooded figure that was speaking, his face lost inside deep darkness that defied even the light cast by the fire, in some angles, it may even appear as if he had no head, only a hood covering a ball of darkness and in his hands was a book, that was the exact replica of the Primordial Record.

Unlike the Primordial Record that resides inside the body of Rowan, this one was tangible, and the first three pages could be opened, but it was seen that the pages were blank, and their color was white as bone.

"My spices are running out… What? Oh… You mean this." The Third prince pointed at the barbecue and the wine. "Well, I could say the same of you and your Order, concerning that book. After all this time, you should know by now, that you will not be able to read it, you have a sort of control over it, should it not be enough? You have achieved what many couldn't, even the previous holders could not understand those damned words".

Sigh. "Just because you know how to use something, does not stop you from trying to learn how it works. Moreover, Saying we have control over the Singularity is false… Ten thousand years of sturdy and we have barely scratched the surface."

"Ugh… When you put it that way… Anyway, replying to your first question." The Third prince cut a large part of the roasting pig, and started eating it, he took a long swig from the hot wine and said, "I think it was maybe four hundred, or possibly, it was five hundred years ago, when I came across a particular Barbarian tribe in the North."

"Why am I not surprised that you would visit places like that." The hooded figure said as he carefully closed the page of the black book and kept it inside the fold of his voluminous robe.

"Why wouldn't I? Although our abilities are severely suppressed on that continent, and dying to the countless dangers there is easier than breathing… I am telling you, my friend. Nowhere… And I mean nowhere else in this world would you find food better than that place."

"You don't say…" The hooded figure replied disinterestedly.

"Maybe it's because of the countless herbs and spices they have." The Third prince eagerly gestured as he took a healthy bite from the meat, oil staining his lips, "Or their tradition of selective breeding of their population into various caste, so you have an entire family who for hundreds of generations have always been cooks or butchers, not just that, even in the family of butchers, they have individual units who only kills just one specific animal or cook only a single dish. Imagine perfection honed over countless year's…"

It was clear that the Third prince was very passionate about the subject of food, "I have eaten all sort of delectable cuisines on all five inhabited continents, from the palace of kings to the slums with beggars, I have tried every known dish and also some lesser known ones, but nothing beats the Barbarians."

He took the time to chug down his wine, and swirled the jug, as he did, tiny strands of moonlight gathered inside the jug, and it was refilled by the purple wine, "Back to your question, this particular tribe was of warriors who had a tradition of feasting before a battle, which in itself is not a particularly strange event, everyone else does it but what caught my attention was the spice."