"Thank you for your kindness!"

The slaves knelt down in unison, and for the first time their feelings were so sincere: "Thank you, Lord Lord! ”

Flour and bran from ground potatoes, even if they were just these things, were very delicious in the eyes of slaves!

The slaves didn't know who their masters were, they didn't know who the "lords" were, and no one would say this to the slaves who were just consumables.

The steward's tone was not very good: "One bowl for one person, line up!" Although he was also born as a slave, the steward was a member of the "gambling child", and was raised as a transcendent since he was a child, and the degree of food and clothing was a "comfort" that this group of slaves could not imagine combined, and he never felt that he was the same kind of person as these dirty, smelly and stupid slaves.

Slaves just work well and eat less!

No matter how bad the tone of the steward was, the slaves had long been accustomed to it, and hurriedly took out their own "bowls" from various places, which were their only "property".

No one prepares cutlery for consumables, so either by mouth or by their own devices.

Before he had picked up a piece of bamboo and ground it directly out of stone, he and his mother could only stretch out their dirty hands, and the maid poured a spoonful of weed soup into their hands with a look of disgust, and the leaking soup fell into the vat with a bang, and Avia quickly ate the contents of his hands with tears in her eyes every time.

It wasn't scalded, the food had already become cold when it was distributed to him, and he was distressed by the food that had been leaked. He is not afraid of getting dirty, and he can't wait to lie down immediately and lick the food that falls to the ground, but there are many people in line to receive the food, and if he delays a little longer, he will be beaten by the people behind him, and the food may also be snatched away.

- As for the missing ones, they will not be filled, this is the slave's own problem!

"It smells so good, Mom." Avia swallowed desperately, as if she could make her stomach less hungry with the scent.

The mother also swallowed her saliva, she was so hungry that she couldn't speak, her face was so thin that she had no flesh, and her skinny appearance was not much different from that of a zombie.

The slaves had already eaten two meals during the day, and now they could eat another meal, which was something they could not have imagined!

Is it dreaming? Wrong! How could there be such fragrant food in a dream!

The slaves were obedient, they had their own set of "rules", the young man came first, then the woman with the child, then the lone child, and finally the old man.

Avia and her mother were in the second line, and soon it was his turn, so thick that the servant had to knock on the edge of the bowl with a spoon to "shake off" the rest of the paste, Avia's eyes widened in shock, and then she quickly found a place to eat with her mother.

They don't have spoons or forks, and they don't have the opportunity to use them. The food must be eaten as soon as possible, otherwise you won't be able to eat!

The paste was already cold, but it still didn't smell good, and Avia poured all the paste into her throat as soon as she took a mouthful, and then stuck out her tongue to lick the remaining paste in the bowl.

I don't know if it's a mental effect, this bowl of mush is already cold, but after drinking it, I always feel that the whole person is warm.

Your Excellency is merciful! If only I could eat this mush again tomorrow!

Avia thought wistfully.

His mother gave him a little of what she had.

"Mom, I'm full!" He said quickly. In fact, I am not full at all, and the stomach shrinks very small from long-term hunger, but how much can a bowl of mush have? The paste is similar to the weed soup, both of which are the size of one spoonful. The slaves had a lot of labor, and it was impossible to say "full" to drink such a bowl.

"Avia, you must survive three winters." The mother poured more than half of the paste to him, and then hugged him, "You have to live well!" ”

Avia's eyes were red, and her voice trembled: "Mom, the steward said that the lord let us eat three meals. "Let's live together.

The mother wiped away his tears and just smiled and said, "Silly boy." "One more meal is already a great gift, and one more slave eats an extra meal, how much does it cost to have thousands of slaves! There is no way that a lord would be willing to make such a loss-making deal.

The steward's "three meals a day" was not taken seriously except for the innocent children, and after listening to the steward's instructions, each slave desperately memorized the three commands of the lord in his head, and then fell asleep.

Chapter 8

"Mom...... I seem to smell the aroma of food......" It was slightly bright, and Avia sniffled and told her mother about her discovery.

"It's the smell of yesterday." Mother didn't take his words to heart.

It was about to dawn, and they had to go to work in the fields before it was completely light, or they would be whipped and deprived of their day's food.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The next day's bell woke everyone up at once, and the slaves rushed over as fast as they could.

"I smell the scent of yesterday."

At first, it was just a few people who said this, but the closer they got, the stronger the fragrance became, and when the big barrel appeared in the eyes of the slaves, all the slaves were stunned.

Then, an unbelievable thought came to mind.

Three meals a day, it's true?!

"Praise to your lord! Thank you, Lord Lord, for your kindness! One of the slaves shouted, and then all the slaves fell to their knees and shouted.

The steward immediately changed his face: "What did I say yesterday?!" The lord's order 'Do not kneel'! Have you all forgotten your lord's orders?! ”

For slaves, kneeling is an easier thing to do than eating, and the steward obviously also thinks that slaves are a kind of soft bones, and kneeling is nothing. But the lord's order is above all else!

The steward is a transcendent being, much higher than the status of an ordinary slave, but he is also a slave. Since the departure of the previous lord, they have not been taken as slaves, and there has been no progress.

Only slaves with the permission of their "masters" were allowed to read and learn, and access to supernatural powers and knowledge was subject to the permission of their masters.

The stewards were slaves of the lord, but when the previous lord left, he did not take them to the new realm, and they, like this one, were discarded.

The steward did not dare to have any dissatisfaction with the previous lord, but he had been stagnant at level 13 warrior for 50 years, and he had to curry favor with the new lord and gain the trust and permission of the new lord in order to continue on the path of the transcendent.

"Get it all up!" The 13th level warriors were full of coercion, and only the 1st level slaves were shivering, their legs as weak as noodles, but they quickly stood up very straight, so that their knees were far off the ground.

The steward's face was gloomy, and it was rare for the slaves to fear whether they would be killed, but the steward took a few deep breaths, and just burst the green tendons and made them line up to eat.

Killing a bunch of slaves is simple, and it's not even a big deal to be reprimanded, after all, slaves are really too cheap and too easy to die.

But he didn't want to leave a bad impression in front of the lord that he couldn't even do such a simple thing.

Frightened by the steward, the slaves' already cautious movements became lighter and faster.

The steward gave the slaves their first "full meal" in their lives, as Philos had instructed.

But Philos' order was clearly not over.

In high society, the face of the nobility is more important than anything else.

Philos is also a nobleman now, no matter what kind of plans he has in his heart, but he must show twelve points of respect to the nobles, especially the lords of the land under his feet.

Early in the morning, the butler told Philos that a long list of minor nobles had sent servants to help.

"How can you help?" With just a glass of milk for breakfast, Philos listened unhurriedly to the long list before speaking.

Philos was just a very normal question, but the butler misunderstood, and hurriedly said with sincere fear: "Lord and lord, I am short-sighted and should not speculate on your thoughts without authorization. ”

Philos raised an eyebrow and followed his words and asked, "What are you wrong?" ”

The butler said in a loud voice: "It's me who is good at advocating, an existence like Lord Lord, how can I not do it, how can I need other lowly cooks and maids!" ”

The cook is a "scarce" existence, although she is also a slave, but the status of ordinary servants is much higher than that of slaves, and the status of cook is much higher than that of ordinary servants.

Not only is the kitchen the most oily and watery, but also because spices are very precious existences, the more exquisite the aristocratic kitchen, the more magical ingredients there are, so the chef is likely to be extraordinary, and she is also a spellcaster who knows a little about alchemy.

Dayak City has not welcomed a new lord for fifty years, and the previous lord took the cook with him when he left, and the lord's mansion without a master is not qualified and reluctant to spend resources to cultivate another cook.

Yesterday's dinner to welcome Philos was made by the housekeeper with great difficulty by using his own connections.

But in order to announce that the city of Dayak, which is now the city of Lanyavelli, has a new owner, the banquet must be grand and grand.

But no matter how glamorous the banquet is, it will not work without a skilled chef.

The nobles are all human spirits, and although they have some contempt for Philos, they have to do a good job on the surface before they have a thorough grasp of his information. Yesterday they could see clearly that although the number of slaves seemed to be large, there was not a single transcendent, that is to say, there was no cook!

If you can reap the friendship of a lord just by lending a cook, who wouldn't make this lucrative deal?

So last night the nobles and lords ordered, and the cooks of the nobles came to the lord's mansion to report after making their lord's breakfast.

In order to please Philos, the housekeeper answered it all for him, after all, who would refuse so many cooks? Even if it's just "borrowing" for a few days.

Although he said honest and fearful words, the housekeeper was very disdainful in his heart.

For most nobles, face is more important than life, and being "pointed out" that there is no cook is a very humiliating thing for aristocratic lords.

At this time, the housekeeper needs to voluntarily take the blame and take the responsibility, and after the nobles are angry, they will "take the trend" to leave the people.

In this way, the banquet can be opened, and the face will be gained.

And although he Blaze looked like he was scolded on the surface, the impact he left on the lord was "smart, clever and eye-catching, and he can cultivate more in the future".

The lord has face, and he, Blaize, has taken care of it, and the world where everyone is benefited has been achieved!

However, Philos's next sentence sent the happy Blaise into hell at once.

"Who said I was going to have a banquet?"

"Then I's-" Butler Blaze was halfway through his tongue before he suddenly realized that things had turned out a little more than he expected.

"Lord, aren't you holding a banquet?" It was as if Blaise had heard some incredible news.

The banquet was held to announce one's existence to the officials and nobles of Lanyavelli, and a nobleman, especially a lord, did not hold a banquet in his domain...... This is simply unheard of!

Philos scoffed, "As a lord, of course I have to announce my existence to everyone - I am the only god and the only voice in this land!" ”

Blaise and the other servants in the dining room were simply stupefied by Philos' arrogant and bold statements.

"Your Lord, you can't—" Blaise, a believer in the Goddess of Dawn, raised his voice several times in horror and with a hint of anger, but gradually lost his voice under that emotionless gaze.

Great rebellion!

In this world, there are real gods!

No matter how strong a transcendent person is, he is only an existence that "transcends mortals", and he only has more power than ordinary people, so how can he compare with great gods?

"Oh, so when you couldn't go up and pray to the gods, did He let you rush to level 300 in one fell swoop?"

Blaise thinks the new lord is a lunatic! Unreasonable!

He wanted to say, "You will be punished by God," but he was afraid of his future and held back his anger.

Although this world is divided into extraordinary and ordinary people, it is precisely because of the existence of this moat that the channels for slaves and civilians to obtain knowledge and resources are blocked to death.

If you want to improve the rank, you don't have to have enough knowledge, but the knowledge is in the hands of the nobles, and without the permission of the nobles, you will have to accept very serious penalties for acquiring knowledge privately.

And the nobles, in order not to be trampled on the top of their heads by the lowly slaves, had a very strict control over knowledge.

There was a large study in the lord's house, but there was not half a piece of paper with words written on it.

Fifty years ago, Blaise was a level 28 warlock, and fifty years later, without the permission of his master, he didn't have any way to acquire knowledge, so he was stuck at level 28 for fifty years without any miracles.

What a sad thing that for the sake of his future, he should endure the wrath of this abominable blasphemer!

Maybe it's fifty years of "freedom" that has degraded Blaze's expression management a lot, and Philos can read his expression very well, but what does it matter?

Philos just followed his mood and issued the order.