Deno had already eaten three cookies, and although his stomach was already protesting, his mouth still seemed unwilling to stop, and his hand had habitually taken the fourth, and his eyes were staring at the snow-white cake again and again, wishing that these two small holes had also evolved the function of swallowing, helping his mouth share a little burden.

"What a cake." Deno said to himself.

The two soldiers on the side immediately chimed in: "Lord Deno is right, this is indeed a good cake. ”

One of the red-haired soldiers continued to play on the topic with a vague mouth: "After today, I really don't know where I can go to eat such sweet and delicious cakes in the future...... Have you eaten enough, my lord? ”

Deno shook his head stubbornly: "No, it's just that the food is too urgent, slow down." ”

As he spoke, Deno stood up and prepared to take a few steps by the newly built shed to digest it, but as he walked, he looked at the soldiers who were still eating, and reluctantly turned around, and decided to work harder and eat the fourth bread first.

If you miss such a good cake and don't eat it, I'm afraid that none of the two sun gods in the sky will spare yourself.

Fine, unadulterated flour, add sugar, and form the dough. When you are still in the oven, you can smell the sweet aroma of the cake, and when it is hot and baked, it is even more addictive. As soon as I took a bite, my mouth tasted sweet, and I followed the clockwork machine and launched a crazy attack on the bread in front of me. Every loaf of bread is the size of a face plate, and is made exactly as the Chancellor of the Exchequer has ordered, ensuring that each loaf of bread can feed a person.

But the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the search and rescue team still underestimated the amount of food these people ate, and in the vicinity of the porridge shack, every soldier in charge of guarding the city gate ate at least three loaves of bread, the average record was four, and the one with the most even ate six loaves of bread! After eating, the guy couldn't even walk, so he stood on the edge of the city wall and hummed.

After all, Deno is the clerk here, and he can be regarded as the responsible official here, and of course he will not be as unproductive as those soldiers, so he only ate three. After all, according to the information announced, he also needs to be responsible for maintaining order here.

"Stand in line, what about you," said Deno, with a wooden stick in his hand, whipping the soldiers who couldn't help but rush to the oven and wait for the new cake to be baked. These are the soldiers who got the news relatively late and came to the city gate to take shifts. By the time they arrived, their previous soldiers had already eaten enough to the point that they wanted to pick their throats and eyes, "Everyone listens, if you want to eat bread, you have to line up, you can only eat bread once you queue up, you have to eat it once you get it, and you are not allowed to leave until you finish it......"

What Deno was talking about was the specific regulations on eating bread that the search and rescue team and the Chancellor of the Exchequer had discussed. At the heart of this charter is to ensure that everyone is well fed, but take-out is strictly prohibited. The clerk was the only one here who knew the words and could roughly understand the Chancellor's meaning, and naturally, he himself became the supreme person in charge of this porridge shed, oh, it should be called a cake shed.

Although Deno understood the meaning of these programs, he was completely unaware of the reasons and purposes for which they were designed, and naturally, when they were executed, deviations inevitably occurred.

While Deno was babbling and maintaining order with his mouth and stick, a noisy and lively bread shed suddenly fell silent, and Deno turned his head to meet two guards in full armor, and then saw the oracle standing behind them.

This divine envoy had seen it in Huideno when he first entered the city, and at that time, in order to help them with the gallows, he had carefully examined everyone's figures. Obviously, the distinctive characteristics of these four people are difficult to forget, they are as white and tender as women, tall bodies, and the feeling of immaculate dust all over their bodies.

Although these four divine envoys made themselves lose the deposit of the four gallows, but thanks to them, they also let themselves do the fat difference of this pie. For the three loaves he had just taken, Deno had to bow respectfully to this lord at this moment.

When Deno finished saluting and raised his head, he was keenly aware that the divine envoy was looking at him in the wrong way - although his eyes were separated by a layer of dark eyes, but the experience of dealing with all kinds of people and so on for many years made Deno keenly aware that at this time the adult seemed to be very dissatisfied with him.

Deno turned and looked at the bread shed, which had just been erected in the afternoon, and was indeed a little rudimentary, or the temporary shed made by the carpenter who made the gallows, who had taken apart the materials of the gallows. But the order was very good, and all the soldiers who had received the bread had apparently seen the Guards, and they were all obediently lined up, patiently waiting for their order, while those who had already received the bread sat down on a long plank of the bread shed, or rather, on a long chair, and ate their sweetbread carefully.

Deno remembers that in the command document conveyed, it was very clear that waste must be absolutely eliminated, and there is absolutely no waste in the bread shed now. When everyone eats bread, they will subconsciously put a hand under their mouth to catch the falling slag. The whole cake shed was in good order, and De Nozai looked at it several times to make sure that he had executed it in full accordance with the paperwork, and there was not the slightest mistake.

The oracle passed directly through Nord and walked straight to the ranks of those in line, and then commanded the guards, pressing them over one by one, asking for their identities.

They all confessed honestly, these were the soldiers who guarded the city gates and kept order in the streets, and they had received a notice from Lord Nord that they had come to dine at the new dining place that His Majesty had opened for them.

They expressed their great gratitude to His Majesty, and His Majesty's kindness made them feel extremely ashamed, and they will certainly work harder in the future, and if anyone dares to criticize His Majesty in the streets, they will go up and fill their old fists.

They also expressed their excitement beyond the prophecy of the Divine Envoy, and that this new religion, though they had not heard of it, was directed at them, and that it was certainly a good religion—in short, they would abandon false gods in the future......

While the soldiers were talking, Deno had been listening to them for fear of hearing something unfavorable to him, but fortunately he didn't. It is just strange that when the Divine Envoy heard these words, instead of appearing to be happy, the gloom on his face became even more serious. At this point, he turned his head to face Deno, who lowered his gaze almost instinctively, ready to listen to the oracle's words.

But God caused the Lord to pause for a long time, but he never spoke.

It must have been so successful that the gods couldn't find the slightest mistake in their work! Deno guessed in his heart that he had really done the work here with his heart, and his idea was to find an opportunity to impress the divine envoy with him, in case he felt that he had a great future and directly recommended the king to make him a minister? No matter how bad it is, be a butler assistant to a prince or princess...... Deno feels that he still has this talent, but no one appreciates him all the time.

"Why," said the messenger, pointing to the crowd of people who came and went at the gate not far away, "why didn't they come to eat bread?" ”

Deno followed the oracle's finger and saw no particular crowd of people, only a group of ordinary peasants, who were struggling to carry baskets of potatoes and vegetables, following a merchant, apparently a few of them to deliver goods.

Deno looked at the expression of the oracle and asked hesitantly, "Did the oracle ask me to invite them to eat bread?" ”

The divine envoy shook his head and asked him, "What about the paperwork that was delivered, you can bring it?" ”

Deno took the papers, and the oracle took them, pointed to one of them, and asked him, "Read this one." ”

"In the second article, the officials in charge shall determine the number of breads to be made each day according to the number of people entering and leaving the area under their jurisdiction, and every ......"

"No need to read it," the oracle asked him, "what is the flow of people you set?" ”

"The average number of people coming in and out every day is more than 300 people." Denoriso replied.

"And how much bread do you order?"

"A hundred loaves of bread for a meal," replied Deno cautiously, "I think so, there are so many people coming in and out of here every day, and the soldiers who are responsible for maintaining order must have to eat well if they are to stand for a long time...... There were more than thirty soldiers here, and on average, there were only three loaves of bread per person...... If God makes adults feel too much......"

"No, no, no," the envoy shook his head, "it's only a hundred loaves, not much at all, I think it's too little." ”

"Thank you so much for the compassion of God," said Deno, overjoyed, "if it could be increased to one hundred and fifty loaves per meal, I think every soldier would ......."

"One hundred and fifty? No, no, no......" The oracle still shook his head at him, "It's still too few, so many people, how can they eat a few pieces of bread?" Think about it again? ”

Deno carefully calculated for a long time to make sure that he was not wrong: "My lord, there are only thirty-two soldiers here...... One hundred and fifty loaves of bread for a meal, three hundred loaves a day, and a soldier has to eat ten loaves a day, which is really enough, and if there are more, ......"

The angel interrupted him and cried out to him, "Go, call every one who has eaten of bread, for I have important orders to give." ”