Chubby took a wooden box from his satchel and handed it to Daddy Shraf.

This is the treasure that Daddy cares about the most, and no matter where he goes, he will do his best to protect it. But why did he open it in front of this strange canine-clan?

Inside the box were parchments of varying sizes, densely filled with words they couldn't read.

Skobin took out one and carefully identified the symbol on it, "Old pumpkin, look at this symbol, it means 'salt', and the symbol on the other side is 'oil'." ”

Nacian and the little chubby cat almost crashed to death, and the baby that Daddy Shraf cares about the most is a stack of recipes!

"What do you two little boys know?" Daddy waved his hand in disgust and let them cool off, "This is a secret recipe left by a mysterious kitchen god, as long as you can crack these secret recipes, you can make delicious food that you can't even think of!" ”

Skobin was still lying on the table and identifying, "ginger, sesame seeds, flour, eggs...... Great, maybe we can make this secret recipe right now! ”

The little chubby cat timidly reminded him: "Daddy, it's time for us to make a snack......

Daddy Shraf was in the mood to care about those dim sums, "It's just a little bit of a knack on it, and any of the secret recipes on it are hundreds of times better than those snacks." ”

Scobin tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, "I don't understand what these two symbols mean. ”

"It's meat near the spine of an animal." A familiar female voice came from above Scobin's head.

Father Shraf looked up suddenly, and found that Lydia was actually dressed in civilian clothes, and at some point stood behind Skobin. Skobin didn't seem to think anything was wrong, but pointed out a few more symbols that he couldn't understand, and Lydia explained them to him one by one.

Nacian crept up and glanced at the symbols, then at Lydia suspiciously, "Princess...... Do you recognize these symbols? ”

Lydia scratched her face and said with some shame: "This is the text of my country in my previous life, but I haven't used it for almost twenty years, and my memory is a little blurry." ”

Nacian blinked, "Is this the kind of writing that has a godhead and can seal the rabbinic gods?" ”

Lydia chuckled, "That's just a legend, how can there be such a magical thing in the world?" Turning the desert into an oasis again is the result of the collective labor of many people......"

While they were talking, the two cooks, who were obsessed with cooking, had already run into the kitchen with a shout. Kitchen knives struck the cutting board, iron pots and wooden shovels clanged, and there were fires and oil smoke that broke out in the sky.

Those who didn't know it thought that there were two apothecaries refining the Philosopher's Stone inside.

After a few moments, there was silence in the kitchen. Unfortunately, it didn't take long to be quiet, and I heard the two of them howl like wolves: "Delicious! "It's sweet and sour, this must be meat that only gods can eat!"

Nacian and Chubby Cat huddled in the kitchen doorway and watched as the two gourmets danced and cheered around a steaming plate of dark brown dishes. The little chubby cat couldn't help but complain: "Didn't the two of them eat a few more 'lost leaves' and see the hallucination, right?" ”

"You'll find out if you try it." Nacian smirked and handed her a fork.

The little fat cat was already greedy, and when he smelled the fragrance of the dish, he was already eager to try it, so he rushed in and forked up a piece of meat that didn't care about being hot, so he sent it directly to his mouth.

"Delicious!" The chubby cat's voice alarmed the people around her, and someone poked her head over to see what was going on. The little chubby cat can also do business, and run out with a plate to try it for others.

The most common dish in the Wild Sand Empire is barbecue, so this dish that has not been subjected to high fire and has no spicy taste has aroused the curiosity of many people, and they have asked what the name of this meat is.

"Sweet and sour tenderloin." Lydia swallowed, grinning as the two in the kitchen worked on their next delicacy.

It is foreseeable that these two chefs will carry out their love of food and write a new chapter in the culinary history of the Red House.

And Lydia, just take care of the food.

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The western part of the Wild Sand Empire is a vast plain with countless legends in the endless stretch of yellow sand. And this homeland, known as the homeland of warriors, is the Seed Desert.

In this valiant land, eighteen nomadic tribes have repeatedly defeated the legions from the Wild Sand Empire with tenacious will and brave battles, proudly declaring their independence from the rule of the Wild Sand Royalty.

As the power of the Wild Sand Empire waned, the weak royal family was no longer able to control these warriors. Although every year the royal family declares a counterinsurgency and a major breakthrough, everyone knows that it is nothing more than futile.

An oasis in the middle of the desert lit a bonfire, and a few wanderers sat around. In the shadows of the beating firelight, a wanderer picked up the six-stringed instrument and sang in a low voice:

"In the desert west, the name of the wasteland is Seed Mang;

The king died, and the wind and rain were unpredictable.

A healer who escaped from the imperial city, a new emperor who embarks on a journey;

The rebellion is left behind, and their figures wander in the wasteland that refuses imperial power.

They worked tirelessly, lobbying the tribal elders;

They showed sincerity and promised to reform harshly;

They dispelled the doubts between the tribes, and the eighteen alpacas came together, and the eighteen warriors shared the glory.

The banner of the alliance flutters, and the glory of the tribe blooms;

The strife of the past is gone with the wind, and now the wasteland is covered with light.

In the west of the desert, the name of the wasteland is Seed Mang;

is physically weak, but he is the new orthodox emperor;

Sink behind the scenes and avoid the clutches of power;

Humilly retreated, and led the alliance to conquer the Quartet. ”

……

The wanderer sang in a low voice, and several others hummed in harmony. There was only one warrior in a black cloak sitting beside an alpaca, her face clearly visible in the dim light of the fire, but her eyes were full of disdain.

She is Zahir, who was sent by Bibith and Linton to find the "Eighteen Tribes" in the wasteland. She had been running for five days and five nights before she finally stepped into their territory.

Listening to this awkward ballad, she could guess even with her toes that this must be the nonsense of Hamid, the Seventh Prince, and his faithful healer, Akira.

She came out of the Imperial City, and knew very well that the Emperor of the Wild Sand did not say which prince would succeed to the throne before he died. But this ballad seems to have sworn that the seventh prince Hamid is the new orthodox emperor, and the other two princes are usurpers.

Although Zahir couldn't think of what kind of means Hamid and Akira used to bring the eighteen tribes together. But one thing she was sure of was that Hamid, a natural conspirator, could not have been relegated to the background because of his illness.

I'm afraid that this guy wants to engage in some bigger conspiracy in the shadows, right?

The campfire was stirred, and the light seemed to shine a little brighter. A flask was handed to her, "Yo, stranger, have a drink?" ”

Zahir looked up and saw that it was a tall, powerful man dressed plainly. There are not too many words and movements, just that kind of friendly and majestic aura, which already shows that he is a person with a special identity.

"Okay, have a drink." Zahir threw his head back and drank. The jug was filled with the spirit of the tribe, and after taking a sip, she already felt dizzy.

The man laughed, "Aren't you afraid that this wine is drugged?" ”

Zahir burped, "This spirit...... I'm afraid you don't need any drugs...... And I just fell......"

"Your scimitar is the sword of the Wild Sand Samurai." The man glanced at the equipment on her body, "You should know that the warriors of the Wild Sand Army are not welcome here. ”

Zahir wanted to defend herself, but her tongue had lost its effect and could only make a "purr" sound, indicating that she was still a little conscious.

The man took a big sip from the flask, pointed to the desert and said, "You warrior, I should have broken your hands and feet, and left you in the desert for seven days and seven nights, so that you could die slowly." ”

Zahir was already lying on the ground, his consciousness blurring.

She tried to struggle a few more times, but soon found that she couldn't move even a finger. At this moment, the man's voice came from his ears, "But I believe that if there is a ghost in his heart, he will not dare to drink that cup." ”

After the last word landed, Zahir's eyes were already dark, and the whole person fell into a dead sleep.

In her dreams, she seemed to go back a few days.

At that time, she was riding an alpaca all the way, her will was sharpened by the wind and sand, and she had only one thought in her heart: to find the eighteen tribes and ask them to send troops to attack the Red Pavilion and rescue Master Linton and Blue Rock City from the crisis.

The remnants of the desert sun in the dream are like fire, inlaid with gold edges for each sand dune. Just as an oasis appeared in front of Zahir's eyes, a sudden sandstorm rolled in.

The storm swept up the flying yellow sand, and her vision blurred for a moment. In such an environment, it is very difficult to survive, let alone rush. She anxiously wrapped her hood around her head and hugged the alpaca's neck tightly.

"Lin ......" just half a syllable popped out of her mouth, and suddenly remembered the instructions that the "demon monk" Linton had given her before leaving: "You can lie that Bibith intends to defect to Hamid, especially not to mention that you know me." ”

Yes, from now on, she has to play another Zahir.

A Zahir who never knew Linton, let alone was loyal to the "Protector of the Nation".

She is now just a general sent to Blue Rock City under the "Golden Scorpion" to do business, and she was suddenly besieged by the bandits of the Red Pavilion, and she was sent to this place by Bibith to deliver a letter.

When she thought of this, the storm in the dream was slowly weakening. As the wind and sand faded, an alluring oasis greeted by Zahir. Her instincts told her that this must be where the camp of the Eighteen Tribes was!

She hurried closer with the faithful alpaca. There seemed to be one figure after another in front of him, but the image of each figure was blurry.

A figure came out of the depths of the oasis, it seemed that it was Prince Hamid?

Zahir hurriedly turned over and got out of the alpaca, and said respectfully and loudly: "Prince Hamid, I have been commissioned by Sir Bebith to send a letter for help......

"No need." A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came.

Everything in Zahir's eyes suddenly vanished. She came back to her senses and suddenly woke up from her dream. I saw that the night was getting darker, and the middle-aged man who gave her a drink was still standing by the campfire, lifting the flask and pouring the last drop of wine into his mouth.

He shook the empty flask, tossed it aside, and nodded mournfully at Zahir, "If you're asking for help for Bibis, there's no need for it." ”

Zahir subconsciously blurted out: "Why!?" ”

The man said in a deep voice, "Two days ago, Blue Rock City was breached, and Bibith should have died. ”