?"Alternatively, we could all take turns transporting the debris to the wastnd, moving a little each day. It should be finished within a month or so."


    "Ah, we have no other choice."


    "Damn we are truly unfortunate to be burdened with such a task in this sweltering heat..."


    Tyler patiently waited for the vigers to finish speaking before seizing the opportunity to step forward.


    "Esteemed elders, do you not n to utilize these precious charcoals?"


    The neer''s inquiry caught the attention of the vigers.


    "Charcoal? What is that?"


    "Yes, what is this ''charcoal'' you speak of, Banning?"


    The vigers reacted as Tyler anticipated; in this underdeveloped vige, no one was familiar with the concept of charcoal. Consequently, Tyler picked up a piece of charred "wood" from the ruins and disyed it to the vigers. He exined that charcoal, a dark brown or ck porous solid material, is produced when wood undergoes ipletebustion or pyrolysis in an oxygen-deprived environment, making it an excellent fuel source.


    "Ipletebustion?"


    "Pyrolysis?"


    The vigers were perplexed, and some immediately stepped forward to challenge Tyler.


    "Hey hey hey, young man, are you joking with us? What use could that rubbish have? Stop trying to deceive us!"


    "Indeed! How can something already burnt be used as fuel? I have never heard of such a thing in all my trips to town!"


    Amidst the skepticism, Tyler refrained from providing further exnation. Noticing the absence of wind, he gathered a few high-quality charcoals nearby.


    "Would any kind-hearted uncle, auntie, brother, or sister be willing to help me light a fire?"


    As Tyler surveyed the area, the vigers hesitated. At that moment, the vige chief, Woodall, emerged from the crowd.


    "I''ll help you light the fire!"


    Woodall, an experienced hunter, always carried flint with him. Seeing the vige chief''s assistance, the other vigers temporarily ceased their doubts. Some nearby vigers even volunteered to bring dry firewood, a testament to the goodwill Tyler had earned by helping out around the vige.


    Tyler gathered stones to form a circle, ced the charcoals inside, andid the dry firewood on top before setting it alight. The fire quickly roared to life, producing thick smoke that forced the vigers to step back. However, everyone knew that the firewood was burning now, and they would have to wait until it was entirely consumed to determine the truth of Banning''s ims. If the so-called "charcoal" failed to burn in the end, Banning would be aughingstock, exposed as a mere attention-seeker.


    However, Tyler remained utterly unperturbed, believing that the vigers had failed to discover the utility of charcoal for two reasons: its unappealing ckness and its difficulty in ignitingpared to dry firewood. Additionally, the vige''s istion andck of information ess rendered their ignorance unsurprising.


    Before long, the firewood had burnt away entirely, leaving neither mes nor smoke. It appeared as if the fire had been extinguished.


    "Hey, hasn''t the fire gone out?"


    "Indeed! We haven''t seen a single spark!"


    "Banning, just admit it – you''ve been deceiving us all along!"


    The vigers who had previously doubted Tyler began to mor once more. Unruffled, Tyler gestured for them toe closer and feel for themselves. As they approached, they saw that although the mes had vanished, the once-ck charcoal now faintly glowed red and emitted a constant wave of heat. A few bold vigers touched the charcoal, only to be scorched and yelp in pain.


    "Listen, everyone," Tyler exined, "when charcoal ignites, it doesn''t produce mes like dry firewood. Nheless, this melessbustion generates a sustained high temperature thatsts longer than an equivalent weight of wood and produces no smoke or choking fumes. It''s convenient for both heating and cooking."


    Upon hearing Tyler''s exnation, the vigers marveled, and mischievous children asionally stretched out their hands to feel the heat from the charcoal, only to be caught and scolded by their parents. Having witnessed the wonders of charcoal firsthand, the vigers now praised Banning, grateful for his guidance. Even those who had initially doubted him apologized and made amends.


    Subsequently, under the vige chief''s organization and Tyler''s instruction, the enthusiastic vigers dismantled the fire-damaged houses and collected the usable charcoal. The vige chief inquired about Tyler''s mentioned barbecue method, asking whether it was simr to the way he had roasted rabbit meat over firewood while hunting in the mountains.


    Tyler briefly described the charcoal grilling method, which the vige chief eagerly embraced. He then gathered the vigers on an open ground and announced a grand barbecue event that very evening.


    Nothing motivates people more than food, and with Chief Woodall''s call to action, the entire Ira vige set out to learn the art of grilling.


    ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Tyler first taught a few sharp and agile young men who then dispersed to instruct more vigers. Before long, everyone was immersed in grilling.


    Typically, barbecues focus on meat dishes, but Ira Vige''s productivity levels couldn''t support such a feast. Instead, Tyler taught the vigers how to grill vegetables like eggnts, potatoes, green peppers, and corn, which were equally delicious when grilled. Unfortunately, the vigecked sufficient supplies to create ssic sauces like garlic paste, which would have further elevated the vors.


    As the barbecue atmosphere intensified, Chief Woodall climbed onto a table and rallied the crowd.


    "Everyone, listen up! We''re hosting this barbecue for three reasons!"


    "First, tomemorate our fellow vigers who perished in the fire, may they rest in peace!"


    "Second, to celebrate our survival in the face of disaster!"


    "Third, to wee the newest addition to our vige, Banning!"


    The vigers apuded and cheered, especially when Tyler was mentioned. After graciously greeting everyone from the (makeshift) stage, Tyler descended and became the center of attention, with vigers flocking to introduce themselves and befriend him.


    Amidst the throng, Avril was also present.


    Avril attempted to approach Tyler several times but was consistently pushed away by the crowd. After multiple unsessful attempts, she sighed in resignation, watching the throngs of people surrounding Tyler, and silently turned to leave.


    At noon, Tyler had been a feeble figure on the verge of death, yet now he had swiftly be the most sought-after neer in Ira Vige. Avril struggled to ept this striking contrast, feeling as if a dear friend had suddenly transformed into an unattainable dignitary. However, her rtionship with Tyler was far from the closeness of a best friend; they had only just met earlier that day.


    (Why do I care so much about him... He''s just a neer who arrived in the vige today... Sigh...)


    What Avril didn''t realize was that Tyler had spotted her amidst the crowd early on and had deliberately prevented her from getting close enough to speak with him.