Marvin burst into tears as he sat on the Boeing 747 to Iran Hill, enjoying the floppy first-class seats with warm blankets on his legs. He cried as he watched Iran Hill's travel trailer and looked at a nice lunch on the table.

A magister, an old man who thought he had seen and experienced everything in his life, was moved by everything in front of him and cried.

He sat there weeping, fork in hand, not knowing what to do with the lavish lunch.

At the height of the puppet empire's expansion, he once enjoyed a bag of delicious food that cost more than gold.

That delicious and crisp texture makes him unforgettable to this day - he clearly remembers that the kind of food from Iran Hill, exaggerated enough to move him, is called Bud mustard!

Then, today, on this Greken flight to Iran Hill, Marven Magister saw this delicacy again, only it was casually left next to his lunch, as a free pickle, so cheap that people didn't want to look at it.

Even, because he tore open the bag of Bud mustard, the young and beautiful flight attendant gave him an extra bag - because no one else wants this kind of thing, so Bud mustard is really not very popular on the plane.

It is often some elderly people who want this kind of thing when they are flying, because their sense of taste is not very sensitive and they need some heavy flavors to stimulate.

"Excuse me, noble sir...... Is the taste of mustard too spicy? Seeing Marven in tears, the eldest team leader among the flight attendants came over and asked in a concerned tone, "Do you want to pour you a glass of juice?" ”

"Nope! No need! I just missed it for a while, sighed, sighed! Marven explained with some restraint.

He was not young, and he was still wearing a magician's robe, and the flight attendants on duty on this plane were no longer surprised.

There are often some magicians who sigh on the plane - the older they get, the more they feel that they are knowledgeable and omniscient, and the more they will show that they have lost their souls.

Of course, there was a lot of crying, so the stewardess smiled politely, said that she could ring the service bell if necessary, and turned to leave.

At this time, Marven finally had the courage to use his fork to pick up a piece of braised beef brisket and stuff it into his mouth.

It was a kind of beauty that he had never felt before, the already soft and glutinous beef brisket melted in his mouth, and with the taste of the braised braised sauce, it diffused and penetrated between the taste buds, making him gasp in an instant.

You know, in this lunch, the braised beef brisket is just a side dish, and the real main course is the rare cheese-baked lobster from Grecan.

The Boeing 747 is part of Magic Empire Airlines and is a large luxury airliner exported by Illanhill.

After all, Marven is a magician, and when he flies on an Iran Hill Airlines plane, the registration check is very strict. Because Marven was still an envoy of the puppet empire of the hostile country, he had to take the Greken's passenger plane for convenience.

Even so, the Greken's inbound airliner reported its flight to the Iran Hill Civil Aviation Dispatch Bureau, which was monitored by fighter jets and radar throughout the flight — it was only allowed to land at the third airfield outside Seris, which is still dozens of kilometers away from the heart of Seris.

Because of this, the food on this airliner is better, because it is specially prepared for Marven.

Moreover, the service provided by Greken's airlines is generally better than that of Irlanhill's airlines - this is also a matter of no way, Irranhill's airlines are already controlling costs and expanding the scale of transportation, while Grecan's side is still taking the expensive and scarce boutique route.

So, when you can only eat beef rice bowl on the plane of Irlanhill and there are only some special snacks in the first class, you can enjoy expensive seafood and delicious side dishes in the first class cabin of Grigken.

A few minutes later, with fluffy rice, Marven ate the braised beef brisket and licked the soup to the bottom. Then he worked hard for half a lobster for a long time, and finally ate the delicious tender meat inside.

At this time, he finally realized a serious problem, the Bude mustard, which he had previously regarded as a delicacy, was really just "a salty and spicy cheap food that could barely be eaten" at this moment.

The happiness I had just felt when I saw Bude Mustard was now gone. The feeling of shame came over his face, and he was ashamed to look into the eyes of the people around him.

It turns out that Bud mustard, which is more expensive than gold in the puppet empire, is really just cheap food in Irlanhill, and even in Grican.

It turned out that the country he had fantasized about easily defeating had become so rich that even the puppet empire would be ashamed.

It turns out that the food that is already delicious in his opinion is really a temporary food that is difficult to swallow and "make do with it"!

"That bastard who gave me mustard, I'll have to give him some color when I go back!" Secretly clenched his fists, Marven thought to himself ashamedly.

In the next second, another thought came to his mind: "Should I buy a box of Bude mustard and bring it back?" Those who have never seen the world have been coveting this kind of thing for a long time. ”

Just as Marven was thinking this, the announcer on the plane rang out: "Distinguished passengers, distinguished passengers! We've entered the airspace of Iran Hill! Please obey the laws of Iran Hill and be civilized...... In the event of a violation of local law, you have the right to apply for protection to the Greken Consulate in Eranhill. ”

When he heard this, Marven felt a lot more comfortable - it seems that Grecon still has some privileges in Irlanhill, at least Grecken's people have violated Irlanhill's laws and can be sheltered.

However, the next broadcast completely crushed Marven's fantasy, and there was nothing left.

I heard the radio continue: "Greken's consulate will provide legal consultation services to Greken civilians who have violated the law, and provide lawyer defense services for a fee. However, the trial is based on local law, and the trial will also take place in the area where the crime was committed. ”

"So, please exercise restraint and reduce unnecessary disputes. Try not to use magic ...... in non-self-defense" The warnings were repeated on the radio, and the other magicians on the plane didn't even care, apparently they were all used to it.

It wasn't until this time that Marven finally realized that maybe the Grand Magister of Longsadle was not perfunctory to him at all. The envoys sent by the new puppet empire before were not able to unilaterally make peace with Griken, nor were those envoys incompetent.

Maybe...... Greken really didn't dare to make unilateral peace with the new puppet empire. Iran Hill's strength has reached the point where Grecken has to carefully take into account the other party's feelings when it comes to external issues.

After the flight attendant took away the clean and spotless dinner plate on the folding table in front of Marven and looked Marven up and down in surprise, the announcement in the plane became Welcome to Iran Hill, Welcome to Seris City.

Marven didn't expect that after just a few hours of flying, he would arrive at his destination. He didn't even realize the speed of his flight, because he was either drinking delicious juice or eating intoxicating food the whole time......

He never realized that the journey could be so comfortable, and he never imagined that he could sit in a soft and comfortable chair and cross thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

"This ...... And here it is? Marven was shocked and subconsciously asked in his voice.

An old magician sitting next to him smiled and shook his head, and said, "You're flying for the first time, right?" I reacted exactly like you! Do it a few more times and get used to it! It's expensive, but it's ...... You should understand by now! Great value for money! Great value for money! ”

The other party is also a magister, and it seems that the magic is not under him. Marven looked at the other party and felt the strength of the other party.

Therefore, he was also willing to talk to the other party a little more, so he spoke: "Your Excellency is such a great magician...... What is it to go to Iran Hill for? ”

When the other party heard the word, he knew that Marven was not from Iran Hill, so he spoke more kindly: "I teach here...... He is a professor and lecturer at the University of Ceris Magic and Magic. ”

As he spoke, he took out a teacher's badge that proved his identity, and said to show off: "Actually, I now live in Seris for 9 months of the year, and I am responsible for teaching more than 3,700 students in the four grades of Seris University of Magic and Magic the theory of magic technology. ”

In the professor's opinion, he was able to get a decent job in Seris, and brag about his home, which was enough to make most of the Greken Magisters envious.

You know, because he is a real dear Lanhir Sect magician, he was able to find such a decent job. And the magister who is about the same level as him may only be able to work as a magic technology consultant in some private enterprises now, and he will earn much less.

"If you're visiting Seris for the first time, I'd suggest you get off the plane and take the airport bus...... The taxi here is not cheap, driving to the old palace, it is estimated that it will charge you 17 gold. The old professor, who was familiar with him, began to teach Marven about the experience of visiting Seris.

"The Old Palace?" Marven, of course, didn't know much about Seris, and subconsciously asked.

The old professor glanced at the other party and asked sarcastically, "Don't go?" It's a tourist attraction...... The place where His Majesty the Emperor of Irlanhill lived, the center of the rise of Irlanhill! It would be a shame not to see Seris. ”

He used the word "come", and he accentuated his tone, as if I was from here, and there was no doubt about it......

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Long Ling slowed down for a few days, and he must make up for the two chapters that he owed......