After finding no one to consult, Allen's choice was to rely on himself.

Fortunately, this is not a difficult problem, a scholar he taught, a scholar he taught theoretically-cough, although a little conscience ached, but he still chose to rely on majesty to forcibly pull the two scholars out of the spark of collision of ideas.

After all, Hermione was not good at introducing the glorious deeds she had learned through the converter, so this collision was easily stopped by Allen.

Anyway, the matter ended up being relatively complete - Alan managed to tell Artoria that he couldn't remember training at all, and he was adamant that he wasn't Merlin - although the latter was denied by Artoria, she remembered that she had lost her teacher's memory.

So, taking advantage of the night's fineness, Artoria put down the magic camouflage props on her body, and her face was full of despair - she thought that her practice could continue after the teacher returned, but the teacher seemed to have forgotten everything...

So, just as she was about to leave with a sad expression on her face, Alan politely made a move that he regretted.

After all, he is from the Celestial Empire, and the meal has just come out of the pot, even if he doesn't want to have a lot of trouble with the person in front of him, the habits that Allen has cultivated over the years still play out naturally.

He desperately suppressed the expression of hurrying out on his face, and said polite words very politely:

"The meal is just right—would you like to eat some?"

Well, it's really polite - Allen didn't take out the extra tableware, and the second didn't prepare the position, and he sent people to the door in action, and if he was an ordinary person, he would probably respond very sensibly and politely, and he rejected this false invitation with the excuse that there was a dinner today or that the meal at home was just right.

It's a pity that it's not ordinary people standing in front of Allen!

In a false sense, she is Ellen's apprentice!

So, a minute later, Allen's own seat, his own utensils, and even his own food all changed owners—a little girl of 1.5 meters.

At this moment, she didn't even need her sword, and feasted on the food that Eren was supposed to eat—because it was eaten so quickly, even before she knew it, Hermione's share was gone.

The amazing thing is that even at such a fast eating speed, the other party's table manners are still elegant and impeccable, which makes Alan sigh how serious the perverted education she has received.

After dipping the soup with the last slice of bread, the girl still seems to be intending to continue, but the table is already clean, and even a new one can be saved - so the wizard is convenient, and never has to worry about who washes the dishes after eating, which is the ultimate problem that affects family harmony...

But now the question is not who washed the dishes, but after finding that there was nothing left, the other party's delicate face not only did not show a trace of embarrassment, but turned his head to look at Allen, looking surprised, as if he was doubting the food on the table, so full of plates of food, where did it go.

It was a long time before the uninvited guest remembered where the food had gone—but he still didn't blush, and looked at Alan with a relaxed expression, even with a hint of pleading.

"Teacher, it's really delicious, is there anything else?"

。。。

It was food for the two of us, I didn't take a bite, Hermione only touched a loaf of bread - doesn't your conscience hurt when you ask that question?

Alan looked at this guy who didn't eat enough with a complicated expression, and finally reluctantly took out a basket from the bag, he tried to change the taste, and finally smeared with fruit and cream bread, and ate another bread, right?

Hey, what are you doing, let go, you let me go!

As soon as Alan had taken out the bread, there were two more small hands on the basket that he had grasped firmly, and then he saw the eyes of his steadfast master—and finally, after a moment of hesitation, he let go of his hand.

"Thank you, teacher!" the girl hurriedly made a knightly salute, and then Alan's basket disappeared from sight.

The speed was so fast that Alan almost thought he was hallucinating, and finally showed a bewildered look.

Merlin - Phew, God, I was robbed?

His expression made Hermione snicker uncontrollably, and Alan turned his head faintly, looking miserable:

"Hermione, I think you need to think about one thing before you laugh - that's the last food I can eat right away, and it would take me about an hour to re-prepare the ingredients and make another meal like this - because I've been to the camp and seen that their reserves are the worst... ”

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Alan wasn't lying—because the food in the barracks in those days was really bad.

Let's put it this way, even if the time is pushed back another thousand years, the military rations of the whole of Europe are extremely bad.

Sawdust bread, pebble bread and so on are the norm, in short, judging whether a loaf of bread can knock people is an important indicator to judge whether the bread is qualified. That's a good thing – for a while, bread was moving and became a great source of protein.

As for being able to be used as a cannonball, it is bigger than the soldier's grandfather's grade, and the salted meat is dried or something - in this era, it is a delicacy and a cherished material.

So, I want to find something delicious in the barracks - this task is too difficult for Alan to do...

Fortunately, Alan didn't need supplies from the barracks, and he had plenty of food in the camp - of course, it had to be made to ensure that this didn't happen again. The other party's appetite is simply terrifying, if it goes on like this, it is estimated that before Alan goes back, he will have to gnaw black bread all day long, and Alan will never allow it to happen for this kind of behavior.

After setting up the magic of the defenses and the vigilance of the broken defenses, Eren began to summon the meandering circle - in order to fill his stomach, he had to go back to hunting and then bake a loaf of bread.

Thankfully, as a Hufflepuff, it wasn't too difficult for him - and the Hogwarts forest was big enough for him to find enough prey inside.

After a long day of work, Alan finally managed to get enough food again—and, before he could start eating, he nervously made another wave of inspections.

This behavior made Hermione quite incomprehensible - "Alan, what's the matter, is there any stranger coming?"

"No, I'm afraid that foodie will come with me, that sword is the legendary sword in stone, and the devil knows what it is capable of!" Alan clenched his fist angrily.

There was a moment of silence, and then Hermione nodded—she was a little scary...