The Extra Wants To Live-Chapter 302: The Flower in the North and the Prince Who Ate Everything
"The eggs you sent me before. I often went to check them, but four of them were already rotten and had to be discarded."
"How much more do you have to do to waste your time on such useless things?"
"It’s fortunate that there’s one left, but no one knows when it will hatch. I’m sure it won’t hatch in the winter, so I’m hoping it will hatch in the spring. But it’s unbelievable that it took over half a year to hatch."
Nero ignored Carl’s complaints and continued the conversation by only saying what he wanted to say.
"Maybe the monster I killed was an immature one."
"That’s a big deal."
"It looks fun, contrary to what you say."
"So, the Celle Mountains are bustling?"
"It’s not crowded."
"I really need to go and sort that out."
"The justification for dispatching a master of royal descent is a bit weak."
"So you need to talk to Brother Aric."
"Tsk tsk...."
Carl looked Nero up and down as he talked nonsense, clicking his tongue repeatedly.
Of course, Nero didn’t mean it. He was a man who was smart enough and had deep thoughts.
He also knew very well that the nobles were watching and gnashing their teeth between Carl and Aric.
"Why do you keep clicking your tongue at me, brother?"
But that’s that and this is this.
Nero grabbed the sofa cushion and threw it at Carl, who caught it and placed it gently next to him.
"It is sad that you have lost your manners in exchange for becoming a master."
"So, you’re going north?"
Nero asked, once again ignoring Carl’s complaints.
"Yes, I need to get the Frost Wind Corpse Flower, so let’s talk about old times for the first time in a while."
"Oh, I guess I can’t get it."
"Why?"
"It takes decades for a single flower to bloom."
"Isn’t there anything left?"
"No, I heard that the Balturan people are so afraid of it that they destroy it as soon as they see it."
"Then how did you get it last time?"
"It was just a matter of luck that the timing was perfect. If it had been a few days later, the Balturan people would have destroyed the flower."
"...."
This was becoming difficult.
Carl was in a somewhat awkward position.
He knew he’d be able to get the Frost Wind Corpse Flower on this trip, so he froze, thawed, roasted, and fried Curtis and did everything else.
If Curtis’s fever was not cured during this journey, he would break down completely and never get back up again.
"Well, I’m sure it’s somewhere. The Balturan people aren’t so kind as to tell me everything."
"Did you kill and steal it?"
"You went completely crazy after going through a war. How could that be? I just took Count Beria’s troops and used my status as a prince to negotiate."
"After all, wasn’t it just coercion through force?"
"You could say they’re similar but a little different. I asked politely and they politely told me."
There was no such thing as a total thug.
The prince of the empire was leading his troops and telling you to give him this and that. If you didn’t want to die, what else could you do?
"The place I went to was the ’White Root Tribe’. It was a fairly large tribe, but it ruled over the outer territory bordering the Marquisate of Gasto. There must be more if you go further in."
"...Well, those are hopeful words."
’White Root deficiency’?
Carl just laughed at the fact that he had let this problem go on for so long.
The White Root Tribe was the center of the unified Balturan in the north and was one of the main actors in the war that rebelled against the empire together with Marquis Gasto!
The Balturan people, who also had deep resentment toward the empire in the original work.
However, it was said that two years ago, Nero went north and coerced them into bringing back the Frost Wind Corpse Flower.
Would they really be kind to Carl, the fourth prince and archduke of the empire?
"No, Carl. You seem to have misunderstood, but it was a fair deal. Count Beria’s family, well... you know, has a lot of money."
"But it must have been an irresistible deal based on power and status."
"To them, that flower was something that had to be destroyed anyway."
"It may have been a situation where they had no choice but to say that."
"This is driving me crazy. Do I look like such a bad guy to you?"
"Yes, you seem like a bad older brother who only thinks about playing and not working, and who harasses his busy younger brother."
Nero hit his forehead and said nothing.
He felt like his insides were twisted with so much injustice.
"I was told that it was polite to eat all the food given to me, so I chewed every last bit of it, even the raw reindeer testicles!"
"I bet he enjoyed it and savored it, saying it was a different experience."
"That’s true, but the other guys all threw up, but I didn’t. It’s their tradition, so I can’t throw up."
"I am proud."
"It’s something to brag about."
"I would like to hear more details."
"Don’t think of it as reindeer testicles, but think of it as eating tradition and history, and it’s edible. Once you get used to the smell, it’s pretty good. The texture is awkward at first, but once you get used to it, it has its own unique chewy taste."
"Nothing like that, I mean the Frost Wind Corpse Flower and the White Root Tribe."
"Carl, this guy is serious. I can’t stand seeing my little brother go there and get treated to a meal and then throw up. Be like my little brother and chew everything thoroughly."
This time, Carl closed his eyes and turned away from Nero.
To his horror, Nero was speaking sincerely now.
After listening to a long speech from Nero about ’Reindeer testicle consumption from a historical and traditional perspective and considerations for enjoying the food properly’, Carl was finally able to hear the real story.
