In front of them to the right, an open-top tuk drove fast.

There are two rows in the cab, plus four people hanging in the back, a total of three rows, four in a row, a total of 12 people.

The four men hanging in the back were standing, each clinging to the iron fence above the car, shaking their bodies as the body jolted.

"Aren't they afraid of falling?"

Chu Zihang was also difficult to understand.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a little scene."

Lancher was unimpressed.

These people from foreign countries just don't have much knowledge, and they are all tied up in a tuk tuk or a train in a lot.

If you don't have to enter the boarding gate with a ticket, the plane will also be hung up for you.

The tuk-tuk made its way to a hotel.

Unlike the exotic buildings around it, this hotel looks almost exactly like the express hotels in China.

However, once inside, the murals and religious sculptures that can be seen everywhere on the walls reflect the traditional atmosphere of the hotel.

Although the front desk of such hotels is generally English-speaking, Lancher is still responsible for the negotiations.

When it comes to ridiculing an English accent, Asians tend to think of Japanese English first, while Europeans think of French English.

But Indian English is the real mudslide in the accent world.

Anyway, Lancher was there and the front desk grunting for a long time, and neither of them understood a few words.

After checking in, Lancher took them to their room.

Because if you let the front desk show you the way, they will help with the luggage and then you will have to tip them.

Entering the room, Lancher gave them two cell phones, which already had his number pre-stored.

"Call if you have something, I'll be here as soon as possible."

Lancher said.

"Don't you live here?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"nonono, A-grade can only stay in the hotel, I'm only B-grade."

Lancher made a joke.

Lu Mingfei guessed the reason, judging from his dress and behavior, the economic situation of this B-level half-breed should not be very good.

However, he did not rush to help, and the half-breeds were proud, even if they were Indian half-breeds.

Lancher left in a tuk tuk again, and he still had some things to deal with, so Lu Mingfei and they could only stay in the hotel for a day today.

This is nothing, Lu Mingfei is not an active person, he used to meditate for a whole day.

Once, because of the long meditation time, he even alarmed the warband leader and chief pharmacist at that time.

So the two of them stayed in the hotel room, and there was a pen in the room, and they copied the emperor's proverbs while chatting about some things related to the emperor.

Most of them are recognized historical facts, and a few are reasonable speculations made by Lu Mingfei based on what he has seen and heard.

For example, does the Emperor know that half of the Primitives will mutiny?

Everyone will have their own answer to this question, and Lu Mingfei's answer tends to be yes, but the emperor doesn't know which half it is.

The fate of the galaxy is like a giant black hole, from which no one can break free and cannot see clearly.

Even the so-called all-knowing Thorn Evil God is just a prisoner with a spacious cell.

"May your wisdom guide humanity, may your light shine on the empire, and may your mighty lead your people to the promised future."

Lu Mingfei ended today's prayer with a sincere wish.

After taking a shower, Chu Zihang's face was a little wrong after drinking the milk tea sent by the hotel.

"Poison in tea?"

Lu Mingfei got up and looked around vigilantly.

Poisoning food is also very common in the galaxy, and both the Assassins of the Court of Assassins and the Dark Eldar conspiratories are masters of playing with poison.

He's always disliked this kind of enemy, because even if you kill them, it's easy to be killed together.

"Probably not."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

He just had a little discomfort in his stomach, and he wasn't poisoned yet.

"You and I both drank this tea, why am I okay?"

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled.

"I don't know, maybe it's because you're of higher blood than me."

Chu Zihang said casually.

"Probably not."

He shook his head.

Lu Mingfei knew that the dragon bloodline in his body could no longer play much role because of his resistance and the suppression of the emperor's might.

After thinking for a while, Chu Zihang seemed to think of a reason.

"Do you brush your teeth in the shower?"

"No, I'm used to brushing my teeth before showering."

Lu Mingfei said.

"That's probably why."

Chu Zihang said helplessly.

Because I brushed my teeth while flushing, the sprayed water was drunk into my stomach.

"This water quality has caught up with the dirty water in the lower layer of the nest."

Lu Mingfei was also a little helpless.

"Do I need to see a doctor?"

He asked.

"No, it should be fine to go to the toilet a few times."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

He had done a little homework before he came, and the level of the Indian hospital was not very good.

After pulling his stomach twice, Chu Zihang's stomach finally regained its calmness.

After all, he was a half-blood, and his physical fitness was not affected much.

However, this dismount also made them realize that the keys to the Nibelungen were not so easy to obtain.

The next day, Lancher came again in a tukkak.

"Yo, how did you rest yesterday?"

He said hello energetically.

"Alright, okay."

Chu Zihang wanted to speak and stopped.

Lan Che saw that he was insincere, and asked with a roll of his eyes.

"You don't have diarrhea, do you?"

Chu Zihang nodded silently.

"Hahahaha."

Lancher let out a healthy laugh.

"My brother, don't care, this is a gift from this land to the guests."

He patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, ignoring the latter's expression of what nonsense you are talking about.

"I forgot to remind you that it's best to only drink bottled water when you first arrive."

Lancher shrugged.

"Now we remember."

Chu Zihang said expressionlessly.

The hotel offered a free breakfast, but they chose to eat it anyway because they weren't sure if it was a local snack.

Lancher led the two into an alley, and both sides of the road were filled with vendors selling everything.

Lancher led them to a small cart, and the owner of the stall was a middle-aged man with dark skin and a black blue apron.

Seeing the three of them coming, the boss said something in the local language, and Lancher replied to him in the same language.

After reaching an agreement, the boss got busy.

He poured a large scoop of oil onto the pan and cracked two eggs straight into it.

Then, while it was just formed, it was sprinkled with salt and pepper, paprika, green onions, and an unknown yellow powder.

"It's called Masala, it's the soul of our Indian cuisine, and each recipe is different."

Lancher said in a tone imitating the tour guide's tone.

The two nodded and continued to watch the boss perform.

I saw that he kept shoveling up the oil that was not hot with a shovel and poured it on the fried egg, and after scalding the fried egg with some skin wounds, he scooped it up and put it on a plate.

"Soft-hearted, acceptable."

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief.

But just when he thought the cooking was done, the boss poured minced onions and chopped tomatoes into the iron plate again, fried them until golden brown, and then added the previous seasoning.

Although this operation is a bit inexplicable, the red, red, green, and green colors look quite appetizing.

Still, this is just the beginning.