Compared with the bustling and lively capital, the mortuary in the corner of the West City seems to be dead silent. In the huge morgue, one corpse after another is close to each other, which is also the treatment only in big cities, there are so many dead people that even the mortuary can't be placed.

There is only one old man in such a large mortuary, he is the mortuary keeper, the main job is to clean up these corpses before sending them to the mass grave, he is not too skilled, he can only help them wipe the blood off their faces, help them return the twisted body to its original place, etc. Of course, the identity of this mortuary is self-proclaimed, and his real profession is called corpse watchman, that is, the doorman of the corpse room.

Every day, there will be countless dead people in the city, some of them die in the slums, they are generally dressed in rags, their bodies are thin, and they are dirty, and the cause of death may be because of a cold, and they are reluctant to pay for medicine, or they accidentally fall, and have a small wound, and finally they are infected, and some even starve to death, and only a small number of them will die from fighting between gangs in various places; except for those who die in the slums, the most of them die on the Upper East Side, where the whole city is— No, it was where the top part of the empire lived, they were either rich or powerful, they were gorgeously dressed, and even the servants around them were brightly dressed, but when they returned home, they would put on a different face. They like all kinds of perverted games, the object of the game is generally their slaves, they are experienced, they can almost play the flute every night, of course, sometimes they will accidentally play, there will be a little regret, but it doesn't matter, this empire, there is not much else, the most is these slaves. Next, the slaves will be secretly sent to the mortuary.

Every time, when the old man of the undertaker saw these corpses sent from the Upper East Side, he would have a pang of cramping in his heart, he had hardly seen a complete corpse, either the skin on his body was scratched, or the body was extremely distorted, and the broken arms and legs were the best ending, you can't imagine what those nobles on the Upper East Side thought in their brains, how could they come up with such a variety of torture methods?

Ever since he became a mortuary, the old man has inevitably developed some fear of the Upper East Side, and he rarely talks about his work at home, except after a drink, he threatens his daughter fiercely:

"Even if you go to be a prostitute, I won't let you go to the Upper East Side!"

In the end, his daughter did not go to the Upper East Side to be the maid of a noble lady, and certainly did not go to be a prostitute to scratch her head at men, but ran away from home with a country farmer, and the old man was very pleased with this.

The old man's body is already old, and every time he is busy, he has to rest for half a day, and it is estimated that he will not be able to work for long. When he was resting, he liked to sit in the doorway and secretly drink some ale while looking at the corpse he had cleaned up.

There was a dead silence in the mortuary, and the quiet environment could remind the old man of the story of his youth, but not today, and the noise outside the morgue had not stopped for a long time. In the end, it seemed that someone came, and a middle-aged woman scolded and left, as if she was scolding "the old immortal", "stealing dead people's things", "saying that the mortuary is so good, it is stealing things", "hands and feet are not clean" Whatever, the old man doesn't care at all, no matter what work you do, there will always be people who are dissatisfied with you, sometimes it's a superior, sometimes it's a colleague, sometimes it's even an irrelevant person who doesn't know anything about it, the old man is just scolded as a thief, it's okay, he heard not long ago, a very good doctor, because he secretly killed a lot of hopeless people who were suffering from illness and was treated as a butcher, a devil, and finally burned alive on the square in Xicheng District.

The door creaked open, and an old woman entered, this is the old man's colleague, they have a good relationship, not only the same corpse watcher, but also the same mortuary.

"Can't you repair this broken door!" said the old woman as soon as she entered.

The old man smiled, didn't care, and handed the other party a pot of ale to soothe her mood.

"Or that person?" he asked.

"Hmm," the old woman took a sip of ale, and breathed a sigh of relief, "what do you mean to just look at your daughter's last face, hmph, yesterday I secretly took off that girl's shoes, and today I actually want to rip off that girl's clothes!

"I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"That's, can she be counted?" the old woman was very satisfied with the old man's flattery, returned the ale to the old man, and looked back at the corpse not far away, "I heard that the whole head was cut off with a knife, alas, it's okay to go without pain, it's good"

She sighed, although when she was outside, she was so strong, like a, but when she faced these corpses, she had always been very gentle, she regarded these corpses as her own children, and only hoped that they could leave this world cleanly.

Feeling a little emotional, she regained her mood, turned back to the old man and said, "Eh, I just heard the old thief say that she got a lot of money yesterday, so I went to buy a piece of honey bread and ate it home, you say, this honey bread is really so delicious?

The old man recalled the smell he had smelled when he passed by the bakeries on the street, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly, but at last he shook his head: "Death is expensive, it's not worth it, and poor people like us can go home and eat rye bread." ”

The old woman also sighed: "Then don't eat it, anyway, it's not a big deal, the rye bread I made is better than it!"

The old man snickered, only to be noticed by the old woman, and then there was a frolic in the morgue.

Honey bread, since it was researched by the wizard of Abt, in the name of His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, a civilian version of honey bread has been developed, of course, it is said to be a civilian version, and in the end only those rich merchants and nobles can afford it, because the taste is indeed very good, for a while, it has become a very popular food in the capital of the empire, and even in just one month, branches have been opened in other cities, and the upper echelons of the empire have suddenly seen a trend of eating honey bread.

There is nothing remarkable about the emergence of a trend, the empire almost once every few years, but this time the popularity is actually food, and it is caused by the wizard of Abt, which is very unusual.

"Go, go and talk to Your Majesty, since that group of inferior people said that they don't have money to buy honey bread, then don't buy it at all, there are still so many people in the whole empire who haven't eaten it. We should increase our production, and in the future, we must buy it by status, except for the Empire, and open bakeries in those kingdoms!"

In the White Tower of the Little Lake, Wizard Abt looked at the latest sale of honey bread and said that now he was more interested in these things than wizard experiments.