"You are my people, you represent my face, you know?"

It is also normal for nobles to use gold for toilets for the sake of "face" - it is also normal for lords to eat magic ingredients for slaves for the sake of face.

See, you can't even eat black bread, but my lords and slaves can eat magic ingredients that only the nobles can afford! Is it that the lords are richer than the nobles?

No! It's our lord who is extremely rich! It's our lord who is extremely powerful!

The excitement of incomparably proud and incomparably proud welled up in their hearts, and the excitement was so exciting that everyone almost shed tears.

How could they have such a merciful lord, it's, it's, it's-

Philos' undeniable voice forcibly interrupted their emotion: "Let's eat." ”

The forbidden lords bowed their heads in the fields and gulped down the food in their bowls.

The gnocchi soup is naturally salty, and although there is no precious sugar, the aroma of the food intoxicates the tongue.

Most of the flour is kneaded into small flour pieces, but some of the loose flour melts into the soup, turning the whole pot of soup into a thickened state.

This pot of gnocchi soup was very rough in the eyes of Philos.

The delicious way to do this is to add minced garlic in a hot pan with cold oil, stir-fry until fragrant, then add tomatoes and carrots, simmer until the tomatoes turn into a thick tomato soup, then add gnocchi, and add greens one minute before cooking.

The tomatoes were not stir-fried in advance in a pot that was stir-fried in advance, and the greens were also in a state of rotten paste because they had been boiled for too long, and the bottom of the pot was even burned because it was stirred too slowly.

But it's still delicious enough for civilians and slaves to swallow their tongues together!

Although the thick soup has a mushy taste, it is this gelatinized smell of starch that makes the stomach scream.

The irregular gnocchi is soft and slippery as if it slipped into the stomach without noticing, and when you carefully press your tongue against it, you feel as if you are stuck in a cloud, and you have dreams that you don't want to think about.

The warm soup is salty, but with the sweetness of carrots and the sweetness of tomatoes, it tastes so sweet that you want to cry.

"It's so full!" The thick soup is very satisfying, and the children are the first to finish eating, their stomachs are small, and they are reluctant to lick every inch of the dishes and chopsticks when they touch their round stomachs, sucking and trying to suck the remaining flavor of the dishes and chopsticks into their stomachs.

Toniel has been a high-level mage for a hundred years, and he has eaten a lot of things, and he has seen a few times even if he has never eaten the ingredients he cherishes.

But there was no time when I was so caught by a little aroma that I couldn't immediately turn into a puppy and wag my tail and beg for food.

Ghosts don't have a sense of smell, and the undead don't need a sense of smell, but Toniel is nothing, as a soul material stuffed into a child's toy, the keen perception of a human high-level mage can remain seven, eighty, or nine.

Pumpkin Sweet Soup would have grabbed the most fragrant spot as the final winner, and this time he didn't need to grab it.

Although it was only a tattered doll of ten copper coins, the doll had a simple "little bit" on its face as a nose, and the magic of the wizarding world was revealed in this regard - he could smell the fragrance without distortion like a normal person.

"It smells so good...... Why does it smell so good?! It smells delicious! "Toniel's standard for each meal is three thousand gold coins, yes, yes, three thousand gold coins.

He considered himself a tasteful gourmand and had eaten not 10,000 but 8,000 ingredients, but he had never smelled such a touching aroma.

Toniel stole a glance in the direction of Philos, and then ran up to a little girl as fast as he could, trying to get her to share some with "beauty".

But the hungry little girl didn't have any extra "love" at all, and even thought that the other party was a villain who wanted to steal her food, so she vigilantly poured the last two bites into her throat, and then stuck out her tongue to lick the remaining soup on the inner wall.

"Uh......" Toniel looked at the little girl who didn't like to be clean and unrefined with some disgust, and took a few steps back, and the disgust was directly displayed on his face.

The girl was not unhappy in the slightest, but secretly relieved because the other party was far away.

It seems to be a terrible thing for a doll to move, but if you don't eat, you will starve to death, and eating is more important than the existence of horror!

It wasn't until she licked all the dishes and chopsticks clean that she had time to think about the rag doll just now.

Oops, oops, that doll seems to be the lord's, and she rejected the lord's doll, this, this......

"Shirley, do you still want to eat?" Shirley's first reaction to be scared was to go to her mother, she was short, and as soon as she reached out and hugged her mother's thigh, her mother gave her some more bowls, but when she looked up, her eyes became extremely vicious.

Having lost her daughter twice in just a few days, a she-wolf-like hidden momentum surged out, and following her daughter's line of sight, the mother glared viciously at the ugly and dirty doll.

Toniel wanted to get angry, he was a high-level mage of the wind system, when did he receive this kind of anger?! Ignored by an ordinary little girl, and glared at by an ignorant and lowly inferior, when did he suffer such a grievance? !

They have to be taught a lesson!

The doll's simple face flashed with a vicious and resentful light, and the braids made of hay were windless and automatic, as if they were going to harvest the lives of the mother and son in the next second.

But ten seconds passed, one minute passed, and nothing happened.

Although stuffed into the doll's body, the doll made up of ordinary wood, ordinary hay, and ordinary cloth cannot store mana.

In other words, Toniel, who gets the body, is a real doll.

A little magic of the first level is not used.

"Poof—" The little girl couldn't help but laugh, and this time when the doll looked at her murderously again, she didn't hide behind her mother again.

The mother also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, don't look at her acting brave, but it was all an illusion in front of her daughter.

However, she was not relieved of this breath, and was hoisted into the air again.

The simple doll looked behind the mother and daughter with surprise, and the surprise almost turned into substance: "Master! Master, they are loyal to you, lovely servant—I am disrespectful! ”

Now the mother could no longer pretend to be calm, and hung her head in a panic to apologize and get forgiveness.

However, Philos just walked over without squinting, as if he was just passing by, just passing by and accidentally stepping on a piece of garbage.

"Ahh

"Lord, master! Didn't you see me? My dear host! ”

When Philos heard the voice, he glanced down, and did not move his feet away, but said lightly, "Shut up." ”

Toniel was so aggrieved and frightened that he kept his mouth shut.

At this moment, fear and helplessness hit him like a huge tsunami, engulfing him and no longer able to find his small and humble self.

"Lord, master......" Toniel cried, but in stark contrast to the pain of Toniel's world collapsing, it was the girl and her mother.

"Your wind element affinity is good, you can consider developing in the direction of the wind element in the future."

Hearing Philos's words, the mother and daughter were so happy that they didn't know what to say, and their lips trembled with excitement.

It is difficult for civilians to become transcendental, but as long as they can become transcendent, they can change their fate.

If a civilian family wants to provide for a transcendent person, they need not only talent, but also money. In the past, the family was poor, and he couldn't get a single gold coin, so if he wanted to make his gifted daughter a transcendent, he could only give her to a small nobleman as a "servant".

But the mother remembered the magic mark on the inside of her wrist, and tears of joy gleamed in her eyes.

I don't know if 700 gold coins is enough, and when this limelight passes, she has to find a way to let her daughter go to "school", and when she becomes an extraordinary person, her daughter no longer needs to live her own life that is easier to trample on than the mud on the ground!

It's all because of the merciful lord!

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Lord!"

Philos, who had gained a gratitude without doing anything, was a little dazed, but since he didn't understand it very well, he gave up the inquiry, and left with a faint "um".

Toniel looked at his back without any nostalgia, and returned to his "companion" in silence, shrinking down to the stone smaller than him, more like a stone than a stone except for the constant trembling.

A deathly silence permeated the more than a hundred bandits.

"Tonyel, stop crying."

The thieves inside the stone were upset by his crying, and at first they were very jealous that Toniel had his own "body", but after the scene just now, what did they not understand-

The owner didn't take them seriously at all.

What about being a high-level spellcaster? In the eyes of their masters, they may not be as important as a lowly slave.

In this world, the strong eat the strong, and the strong are kings.

As bandits, none of them knew better than they did—they used to think so.

Once upon a time, they were the transcendent beings who were high above, and the world revolved around them, and they were the ones with vested interests.

I just feel that the world is so beautiful and the rules are so correct.

Even if the bandit is a high-mortality profession that licks blood at the tip of a knife, that's nothing, after all, high risk comes high reward.

But now they are on the underdog, and the strong gap almost drives them crazy.

The bandits were miserable, the bandits were uncomfortable, but what made them more painful and uncomfortable hit them again.

*

"Haven't you come yet?" With a gloomy face, Polk sat in the main hall, which was more luxurious and extravagant than the Lord's Mansion.

In front of him lay countless treasures.

Almost everything that could be moved from the entire mansion was moved, and as soon as the morning dawned, it was time for them to leave, so that the treasures like mountains were sorted out and ready to be packed.

The chests are specially made, engraved with magical runes that reduce weight, as well as runes that reduce the sense of presence.

Moving from city to city is not simple, on the contrary, it is often a "big gamble".

Polk packed some of his most precious objects into the Spatial Ring, but there were too many, and his 10-cubic-meter Spatial Ring was too limited in what could hold it.

There were more than a dozen carriages loaded, and some of them could not be taken away, so they could only be "discarded", but even so, the abandoned Chiti Mansion was still extremely luxurious.

The Lord's Mansion, which has not had an owner for decades, is just a superficial appearance, and the real rulers, the Chiti family, have ushered in their prosperity after losing their noble titles.

The mansion is the most intuitive face of an aristocracy, and Poke has spent a lot of money here.

In the wizarding world, there is a magic circle such as "land relocation", but the price is too expensive, and it requires a network of high-level array mages, which Chiti cannot have at the moment.

So no matter how unfortunate it is, this luxurious mansion can only be reduced to the territory of the undead and monsters along with this desolate city that can no longer make oil and water.

"Moss, take a look at it again, why is Toniel so slow this time."

According to Chitty and Tonier's agreement, Tonier would reach Lanceville the day after the massacre of the construction team.

The reason why it was "the next day" was because Polk was well aware of Tonyer's "little hobby", and he was reluctant to leave without having fun with screaming and despair.

But today is the third day, and Toniel is nowhere to be seen.

Failed? No, it shouldn't be. Not to mention a poor and sour little place like Lanceville, looking at the entire city of Lakdalia, the Tonier bandits are among the best!

This time it was Toniel who personally took action, this world level is everything, and his plan cannot be wrong!

"Toniel, this guy must have overplayed again! Morse, I'm going to trouble you to go out of town this time, and go and call him personally. ”

His rank was much higher than that of Pock, and Poke did not dare to urge, so he could only send Moss, who had the deepest connection with Tonier, to "please".

Morse, the head of the Protector of Lanceville City, is also one of the heads of the underground black market.

On the surface, Dayak City was the largest auction city, but behind the scenes, it was the largest smuggling headquarters on the border.

Countless slave owners gathered here, and if there were slave owners who did not have a stronghold in Dayak City, they would be ridiculed as "unpopular" if they spoke out!

A few decades ago, however, the rate of erosion of the Endless Plains had rapidly weakened the city of Dayak.