"Ahh In the closed room, a man was holding his head and screaming. His magical robes were wrinkled, and they looked disgusting like rags.

Outside the heavy door, several magicians listened to the voices in the room, and shook their heads with regret on their faces.

"This one failed again...... It's a frustrating thing. One of the magicians scribbled on the parchment and recorded his name.

The other magician standing in front of him had a solemn expression, and added his name to the record parchment handed over by the other party, and then admired his flower characters with satisfaction, and sighed coldly: "Maybe when we succeed, this war will be over." ”

"The war will not end! At least, we're not going to throw in the towel easily. One of the magicians clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in the dimly lit hallway.

"Yes, for thousands of years, all we thought about was how to deal with ants, but now, we don't even want to discuss the outcome with them." Beside him, an old magician sneered, "It's only been a few years, and the Magic Empire is already going to bow down to some mortals?" Lamentable! ”

As they discussed the depravity and sorrow of the Magic Empire, the man in the room was still screaming as if he had been attacked by something.

He struggled and writhed on the bed in the room, his hands as if they were about to pop his head: "Ah! Stop! Stop! Yes! ……”

Unfortunately, the magicians outside the room didn't seem to have any interest in the screams of their fellow citizens in the room, and they didn't even raise their heads for a moment, discussing the fall of the Magic Empire to the choice of dinner.

Some smugglers managed to get their hands on the Magic Empire's sought-after goods from Ellan Hill. Canned food, for example, some stewed meat seasoning packets - these things can often fetch high prices in the Magic Empire.

So, for some high-level magicians, Iran Hill's canned food, as well as those delicious condiments, are all good things to be admired. They even ridiculously think that condiments are great condiments, and mortals are just inferior mortals in the end.

"This damn war...... It's getting more and more irritating. A magician summed up his speech as he walked forward with his feet raised.

In his opinion, the most serious problem of the war is to reduce the total amount of smuggling of canned food and other delicious foods, so that these "expensive" aristocratic foods cannot be easily found.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that in Irlanhill, some of the richest cities, canned food had become a dead commodity, just like instant noodles.

"You don't know, I just opened a bag of expiring Bude mustard just a few days ago, and the taste is eye-opening." The other magician who followed him spoke, showing off.

With the outbreak of war, it is not easy to get some Iran Hill "food", and it is definitely a symbol of strength to be able to eat some.

Therefore, the focus of these high-ranking high-ranking magicians showing off to each other is these nostalgic luxuries, but they are unobtainable.

"You can actually eat Bud mustard? I heard that the annual output of mustard in that place is only a few dozen catties, and the price is quite expensive. A fellow magician exclaimed enviously.

After all, his family hadn't had a good Iran Hill specialty for days.

In the puppet empire, one of the few high-level human magic empires in this world, the dishes from Ellan Hill are also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The first-class dish is the spice packet used in the stew, and the stew is called a fragrant one when you put it in it - in the puppet empire, such a spice packet is wrapped in a cloth and used several times until it has no taste before it is discarded.

The second-class dish is canned meat, the kind of canned "meat" with soft and glutinous sweetness with starch, which is really delicious in the world: similar to canned fish and canned fruit, which are mouth-watering super bestsellers.

The third-class dish is pickles such as mustard, which is actually very popular, after all, the price is relatively cheap. Smuggled all the way from Iran Hill to the puppet empire, the price was about the same as gold......

His Majesty Emperor Chris, who laughed at the Greken turtle magicians for buying radio transmitters with equal weight of gold, and in the puppet empire, the magicians here used equal weight of gold to buy Bud mustard - yes, you read that right, Bud brand mustard......

The saliva of these magicians who were talking about mustard was about to flow out, and they had to swallow a few words one by one, quite a spiritual realm of wanting Mei to quench their thirst.

What they didn't know was that while they were talking about this, in the distant southern border area of the Holy Demon Empire, the ordinary soldiers of the field army of Elanhill threw the half-eaten Bud mustard into the mud at their feet, and once again began to attack southward with great grumbling.

The most common complaint of the soldiers who ate the Bud mustard and canned starch was that the food was too poor, and they enjoyed a full supply every day, and even extra candy to replenish their strength......

The ordinary soldiers, who had eaten too many cans and pickles, did not know that what they disdained to throw into the dirt was, in some places, as precious as gold......

In the farther away city of Seris, in front of a shelf in the supermarket, a waitress with a big waist threw the neatly stacked cans into the cart at her feet, shouting loudly as she threw them: "The cans are about to expire, sell them at a discount!" While supplies last! ”

Of course, she didn't know, in some places, many people couldn't afford to eat Bude mustard, and if she knew, maybe she would have shouted more advertising words.

In the shadowy passages of the puppet empire, these magicians who talked about their "food" walked in front of another heavy iron door.

They stopped their tracks, not hearing the screams inside. Several magicians, who were accustomed to screaming, were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other in surprise.

Soon, the magicians confirmed that it was not their ears that were wrong, so one of the magicians led by them ordered in surprise: "Open!" ”

One of the magicians closest to the door quickly stretched out his hand and opened a small window on the door, and the magician who was the leader immediately leaned in and looked inside.

Then, instead of seeing the body, the young magician did not commit suicide, but sat on his bed and meditated earnestly with his eyes closed.

"It's wonderful! The device worked! The head magician retracted his head from the window, and the look of surprise on his face could not be hidden.