Blue Rock City isn't actually blue.

If you look down on the past from a high sand dune, it is a boxy walled city. If I had to sum it up in another word, most people would choose "lifeless".

A lifeless wooden fence stood on the outer ring of the walled city, and beyond the untouchables was a lifeless stone wall. Behind the walls were chessboard-like roads and lifeless barracks inhabited by Bibis's private soldiers.

In the middle of the walled city was a small tall building made of blue stone - almost everyone would have thought that it should be the villa of the traitor Bebis, but unfortunately everyone guessed wrong.

It was a place where many women and men lived, and those mercenaries could spend a silver coin every night to experience the boundless indulgence of the wind and moon.

It is said that when Bebith first received the reward, he took great pains to ask many officials for advice on how to create a new city in the desert.

After a few nights of singing and dancing, the officials of the Wild Sand Empire made an exclusive judgment: they searched for a dozen handsome men and women in the kilns of the ruined capital, and followed the two thousand private soldiers and two thousand slaves hired by Bibith to the current Blue Rock City.

And the first thing to build this place was the small Fengyue building where they worked.

The rules of work in the ruined capital are also enforced here, and they sleep in it during the day and come out to open for business at night. The privates also formed a sense of order in this small building, and after living here for several years, everything became the way it should be.

Men, women, mercenaries, outcasts, taverns, casinos, and occasionally alpacas can be seen roaming the streets without their reins.

The only thing that puzzles people is that no one seems to know where Bibith lives. He seemed to be in the city, and it was as if no one had ever seen him. But when it was time to pay his taxes every month, he would stand viciously on the gallows with a whip and watch the slaves, surrounded by guards.

Now there is a small black building next door to the Fengyue Building in "Blue Rock City". There are not only the eldest disciples of the 'Protector Mage', but also Zahir, the partial general of the "Golden Scorpion", and a large number of wild sand warriors stationed here.

Who knows how much food so many people eat each day?

Every night, many slaves are eager to escape.

However, most of them only "wanted" to escape, and several wooden stakes were erected outside the city, and a few naked corpses were tied. They were all escaped refugees who had been tortured and hung on the side of the road as warning signs.

In such a harsh living environment, the arrival of Linton and Zahir quickly gave rise to a new market: a large number of displaced people squatted in an east and west circle near the army station, and when the recruiters came, they hula-la-la

Speaking of which, there are only two oldest occupations of mankind: either to create life or to deprive it. It's a pity that the former's job opportunities have been monopolized by Fengyue Tower, and they can only try to seek another job opportunity.

The job market is clearly oversupplied, so the recruiters have always been arrogant and picky at the homeless. It wasn't until Linton and Zahir fought two big defeats and broke a lot of people that the job search window was opened all of a sudden.

"Conscription, conscription! General Zahir is conscripted, one copper coin a day! 500 helmets, while supplies last! The recruiter shouted at the top of his voice.

Maybe the salary is not high, but there are still a large number of displaced people who come to sign up - after being recruited, they don't have to be exploited by Bibith, this may already be the life they yearn for.

"These people all look sick...... Zahir stood at the door of the barracks, looking at the newly recruited goods, with a slightly dissatisfied expression.

The thighs of the newly recruited recruits were not even as thick as her arms, and I was afraid that some gust of wind and sand in the desert would blow off their hands and feet.

It's just that at the moment, she can't say anything as backbone as "I'd rather lack than excess", and I just hope that her failure has not hollowed out Master Linton's expectations for her.

"The Red Pavilion traitor is really not easy to deal with." Bebith walked slowly with a few attendants with wine glasses and fruit plates, smiling and paddling in all directions.

It was a fat and funny face, and the fat on the face shook a few times with each step forward. The fat almost blocked his eyes, leaving only two holes, and if a pair of concave and convex lenses were installed, the function of a telescope might be realized.

Bibith smiled flatteringly, "General Zahir, don't worry, I've sent twenty dead soldiers to infiltrate that so-called 'Oasis New Town' and get rid of the 'Princess of Fire' Lydia at all costs. If she dies, these bandits will lose their spiritual leader, and they will definitely collapse at the touch of a button. ”

"Really?" Zahir let out a sigh, "But it doesn't seem to have worked out until now?" ”

"You can rest assured of this." Bibith's smile grew sinister, "It's 'Rosemary' who is currently in charge of commanding them. ”

Zahir's heart twitched, "Has His Royal Highness the Second Prince even sent out 'rosemary'?" ”

"Sir Bebith is indeed well informed." Linton walked out of the barracks with his staff, "Prince Babu's 'rosemary' is a secret of the demons, I didn't expect you to hear about her." ”

Bibis's fat face still had a malicious smile, "After all, I am also deeply blessed by the 'Protector of the Nation', and it is normal to know some things occasionally. ”

Linton knew that this was a demonstration against him, and he had vaguely heard of some shady dealings between Bebith and the "Protector Mage".

It is probably these transactions that are not on the table that allowed a traitor like Bibith to resign in time two months before the death of Emperor Wild Sand and fled to his fiefdom, which escaped the bloody storm during the emperor's violent death.

"Yes, Mr. Magic Star often praises Sir Bebith for his well-connected and thoughtful thinking." Linton raised his glass and saluted him, "Just heard that the dead soldiers sent to the 'Oasis New Town' seem to have some casualties?" ”

Bibith raised his glass in return, "There will always be casualties, and I have sent more dead soldiers into the 'Oasis New Town'. Then the chiefs can wait for the good news, and I believe that before long, 'Rosemary' will be able to bring back the head of the 'Princess of Fire'. ”

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News of the assassination of the "Princess of Fire" soon spread throughout Oasis City. First two Assassins were rumored to have assassinated Lydia, and then it was rumored that there were dozens of mysterious killers hiding in the city.

Rumors spread and soon expanded to hundreds of ghostly assassins who were ordered by the Rabbi god of the desert to avenge his mount by killing Lydia, the "Princess of Fire".

All kinds of rumors made Daddy Schraf quite nervous, and even the pumpkin porridge he boiled for the little fat cat accidentally burned out.

"Dad, you used to be the 'imperial chef', and you also have times when you burn paste?" Nacian smiled as he helped cut the potatoes beside him.

Father Shraf laughed a few times, "I'm just a junior chef in the 'Three Princes' family, not an imperial chef. The recent rumors have been tense, and I am a little worried about your safety, Your Highness. ”

Nasian poured the potatoes into the pot, "As I said, 'Eichna, the Third Prince' has died in the palace coup, and now I am called 'Nasian', a child picked up by Father Shraf. ”

Father Shraf sighed helplessly, "I also hope that you are really 'Nacian'." But now that rumors of the Assassins are raging throughout the city, it won't be long before there will be a strict purge. I'm afraid that the money we saved won't be enough to take care of ......."

"Then it depends on the will of the rabbinic gods." Nacian picked up a napkcloth and wiped his hands, "I'm going to call the little chubby cat to come over for dinner." ”

After a few days of recuperation, the chubby cat is already able to get out of bed and walk.

She sat outside the tent with a pamphlet in her hand, recognizing word by word, "The strong should fight for those who cannot fight, the wise should think for those who are not good thinkers, and the country should work hard for the lives of the people......"

"That's it, you'll be able to take the exam this month." Nacian crept up behind her, hands on her shoulders.

The little chubby cat looked up at him and smiled sweetly, "Fortunately, you taught me some things before, and it's not difficult to study now." It's just that I know every word on it, but when put together, it feels unfamiliar, and I don't know what it's talking about. ”

"Don't worry too much about the content of the book." Nacian hugged her, "I picked this thing up just out of curiosity." ”

The fragrance slowly wafted from the pot behind the tent, and the little fat cat's gluttonous insects were immediately caught, "What does Daddy make, white fish soup?" ”

Nacian smiled, "How is it possible, there is no place to sell fish around here." Daddy probably used spices to create a similar smell. Do you miss that feeling? ”

The little chubby cat laughed.

Yes, the feeling of nostalgia. Just like when she and her brother were first picked up by Daddy Shraf.

Nacian is not Daddy Shraf's son, and Chubby Cat is not his daughter.

Chubby Cat and his brother's parents were captured by Bebith's men a few years ago to build Blue Rock City, and they have not been found since. Fortunately, there is a small shop at home, and the two of them get up early every day to make some scones and barely make ends meet.

Daddy Shraf is a regular in the shop.

I heard that it was because of his wife's death that my father used to get drunk all day long, and his only preference was white fish soup.

This fish soup is not difficult to make, but where do you get so many white fish in the desert?

In order to keep this important diner, the siblings traveled all over the surrounding fish shops and even drove overnight to the docks of other cities.

Father Shraf, who hadn't seen his brother and sister for a whole day, was almost crazy at the door of the shop, and scolded them fiercely. Finally, he took the fish, "Your craftsmanship is so bad, you waste this ingredient, I'll teach you how to do it." ”

From that day on, Father Shraf became the head of the shop, their master, and finally their godfather.

They never imagined that Father Shraf's craftsmanship was so exquisite, whether it was burned, roasted, cooked, or boiled, there seemed to be nothing difficult to pour him. What's even more interesting is that he can also make pastries in the shape of animals from flour, which attracts many customers.

In this way, business in the shop is also improving day by day.

After another two years, Father Shraf's craft became famous, and the castle of the third prince happened to recruit some chefs. The father took the two siblings into Nasian's castle, and he became a cook, the little fat cat became a maid, and the younger brother became a horse boy.

"It's almost time to eat!" Father Shraf popped his head out in anger and waved his shovel angrily.

The little fat cat and Nacian hurriedly agreed, lest the old man get drunk again in a fit of rage. After all, his wine is extremely poor, but the little chubby cat knows it very well.