"Don't be the Michelin-only expensive and insatiable one! Don't take it out when the time comes, people still think that our war group can't afford to eat! Give me a big portion! ”

Fingal wielded the power given by the vice-chancellor and was in the back kitchen of the college cafeteria.

In order to meet the needs of students from different countries around the world, the Kassel Academy also recruits excellent chefs from different cuisines around the world, but most of them are star restaurant chefs who study fine and exquisite food, and finally it depends on the chefs recruited from China to promote the "Chinese Action" last year.

Other chefs also reacted, changing the previous cooking method of "which part of the meat is the tastiest", and directly stuffed the whole chicken, duck and goose, whole pork leg, beef leg and lamb leg into the oven, anyway, as long as it is a large portion.

"Deputy head of the regiment, please give instructions and do ideological guidance work!" Fingal, who pointed and followed a roasted chicken leg in the back kitchen, ran to Chu Zihang in small steps and saluted solemnly.

"What are you doing...... Chu Zihang was a little confused.

"I'm not consulting you! I remember you're good at this art of hospitality...... Do you think we're going to pull up a banner that says, 'Welcome to the Mourners' Band'?" Fingal was in high spirits, and sure enough, he felt a little more comfortable with logistics than he was in fighting.

Chu Zihang was silent, recalling that when he was studying in Shilan Middle School, every time a leader came to visit, he was always pushed to offer flowers as the image of the school, bowed and said something good with a smile...... He thought for a while and said, "Forget it, keep a low profile, Lu Mingfei is not the kind of person who likes to be public." ”

“oKoK…… Then I'll be able to tell them to come over for dinner later," Fingal grinned, "and to be honest, I'm hoping that some unsightly hostile forces will attack Kassel again." Anyway, didn't the regiment commander come over in advance to transfer him ...... 'Kalash'? ”

……

Inside the Kassel Academy, which is still under heavy security in a state of war, a different team immediately attracted the attention of the Executive Department and the student patrol team as soon as they walked out of the Holy Blood Hall.

However, they soon received a notification message from Eva in their comm headsets, reminding them that the team was a "friendly force" of the Kassel Academy, with Class A clearance, and that any use of firearms against the team was forbidden or else they would be able to do so.

First of all, at the head of the team is a warrior wearing black heavy armor, which is different from the Kamen Rider coS who are trying to restore but still reveal a cheap and weird feeling because of their temperament or figure;

The opponent's armor is not a toy with bells and whistles, but a real armor with a hard metal texture, and the surface is painted with exquisite classical gold patterns and stamps, which gives it a bit more artistic atmosphere.

Even a glance at this warrior from a distance would make people shudder and fear, and the red light that shot from the skull-like bone helmet eye socket examined everything around the path, and the aura of iron and blood and the indescribable sense of coercion made people stay away.

Behind this black-armored warrior is a team of about seventy or eighty people, the white hooded robes as wide as ascetics can't hide their burly figures that are more than two meters tall, if the Chicago Bulls player scouts are probably smiling here, they can recruit a few random players from this team, and maybe they can reach the finals in the next few NbA seasons......

Compared to them, Lu Mingfei, who walked beside the black-armored warrior, could only be regarded as mediocre.

Looking at the Kassel students who took out their mobile phones not far away to take pictures, Lu Mingfei could only sigh that his brother was fortunately a peaceful and loving weeper, after all, under normal circumstances, mortals need to salute when they meet Astarte; Changed to those Astartes who purely regarded themselves as an imperial weapon and had no "human touch" in other warbands, I am afraid that they would not have such a peaceful attitude.

Lu Mingfei also saw that the extremely conspicuous members of the equipment department wearing a full set of chemical protective suits were slapping the priest brothers beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and it was estimated that it would not take long for a large group of neuropaths wearing the "short version" or "stilt version" of the priest power armor to be seen in the equipment department.

Although the battle brothers now wear their robes like ascetics, they are the same as when they wore power armor, but this is indeed the daily wear of the brothers, and the imperial name "Brother Astarte" already explains their daily penance in addition to fighting.

Of course, there are some exceptions, such as Lu Mingfei heard from several brothers who returned from the "Death Watch" service that Astarte, whose genes are derived from the start-up group "Space Wolf", is more wild in their daily habits, while the brothers from the "White Scar" start-up group like to ride a combat motorcycle......

In addition to easing their emotions, the main reason for letting the brothers remove the power armor was that Lu Mingfei felt that the chairs in the cafeteria might not be able to bear their weight; Take yourself as an example, during the Astarte period, he weighed 327 kilograms naked, and after wearing a full set of power armor, he weighed nearly a ton, and other brothers who were taller and stronger might be even worse, not to mention brothers who could wear tactical dreadnought power armor.

Brother Yurio, the Weeper Priest, is reluctant to disarm, and he needs to watch out for anything that might happen on this trip, such as a brother suddenly being unable to suppress his "blood thirst", or someone plotting to attack them - although Lu Mingfei is desperate to ensure that this will not be the case, and the Weeper warriors can easily kill several tigers with their bare hands, even without armor.

The restaurant was busy, and although this luxurious hall with baroque decoration was large enough to accommodate a thousand people at the same time, all the food portions for a thousand people were now served to the Weeping Angels Society, and some professors and students who wanted to eat had to nibble on the pork knuckle of the popular dish first.

Lu Mingfei roughly determined the solidity of the chair, and confirmed that the bearing capacity would not let the brothers fall to the ground while eating—the priest brother could only stand up to eat.

The weeper warriors sat down disciplined, their emotions beaming and high, and along the way there were unpolluted pure skies, fresh air, beautiful campuses with only a trace of war left, and the various but not desperate and fearful expressions on the faces of the young mortals......

These momentarily healed their hearts and minds of the never-ending war, the dark future of the warband, and the people of the emperor who could not be saved in the past.

Here they felt something called "hope" that was almost non-existent in that cold universe.

"Are you ready?" Lu Mingfei walked up to Fingal, who had a warm welcome smile on his face, and asked.

"As long as your brothers don't eat too quickly, the order of the alternating meals should be able to keep up...... In short, each fighter can be guaranteed a meal for ten people. Fingal gave a thumbs up, "But I don't know how to mix 'Kalash', you still have to do it yourself, and the wine and red wine are enough." ”

"How much blood?"

"About ten liters, I didn't dare to buy too much, otherwise it would be bad if someone was unlucky today and didn't have enough blood...... And I'm afraid they're going to fill it up with some kind of addict or something. Fingal laughed, "With the academy's money anyway." ”

Lu Mingfei glanced at the weeper warriors behind him, and at this time they all unbuckled their hoods and sat quietly at the dining table with their eyes closed and prayed to the emperor and holy reles, thanking the emperor for allowing them to come to this beautiful world, and to have more motivation and confidence to protect humanity for the emperor.

Many of the fighting brothers had withered and old faces, sunken eyes, scars and wrinkles on their faces, and the beauty of the Holy Leves, which had been inherited from their genes, seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

It was a manifestation of suppressing the "thirst for blood" for many days without drinking blood, and the sons of Saints spent the rest of the time suppressing or diverting their thirst for blood, refusing to indulge themselves and turn themselves into a bloodthirsty beast, except for drinking a cup of "Kalash" mixed with blood before the battle to recover their state.

"That should be enough...... I'll add more wine," Lu Mingfei sighed, "Let my brothers have a delicious meal." In addition, there are more than 20 brothers left on the boat, and their food portions are packed, and Chu Zihang and I will send them over later. ”

"oKoK," Fingal winked, and after seeing the warriors finish praying, he shouted into the kitchen, "Masters, serve!" ”

The waiters brought out plates of fragrant food and respectfully served them to each soldier, and the dishes were mainly authentic Chinese flavors, such as pot-wrapped meat, lion's head, soft-fried tenderloin, and roast duck in an open oven...... Fingal learned that the warriors had a custom of "drinking blood" and asked the Chinese chefs to add extra Mao Xuewang and steamed pig blood, which he admits was a bold attempt.

Then there is the fried and grilled meat of all European and American cuisines, and there is even a roast calf, which is cut and served in front of each soldier by the attendants.

Even Astarte, whose reactions, information analysis, and other aspects are far beyond ordinary people, are a little dazzled when faced with this plate of brightly colored and attractive food that they have never seen before, and the tempting aroma is even provoking their genetic detection nerves, and the unquenchable appetite even overpowers the "blood hunger", urging them to hurry up and enjoy these never-before-seen delicacies.

But warriors are wise enough to indulge their desires—and their appetites are no different—and can easily fall into the trap of the evil god of Chaos—Slaanesh.

They first looked at the Warband Priest, and then used their knives to stab a piece of meat in their mouths before the Warband Priest nodded.

Then, their eyes widened, and their mouths were filled with a delicious and rich taste that they had never experienced before. It was nothing like the nutritious porridge they had eaten in the past, or the war rations made of a mixture of high carbohydrates, proteins, and absorbable fats, not to mention the charred flesh and bones of the aliens...... Nothing compares to the food in front of you.

After swallowing the food in their mouths, the warriors did not become wolf-frenzy to devour the food in front of them, but still tasted each dish on the plate in front of them peacefully and gracefully, closing their eyes to feel the deepest pursuit of deliciousness in the human genes.

"Look! Learn! What is elegance! This TM is called elegant! Fingal exclaimed.