Along the way, this thin middle-aged man named Mark chattered a lot of things.

The content is very negative, what the world is sick, what can't be saved, what is useless.

Zheng Yu looked at the chattering Mark and threw him a bag of food, "Eat something, I'm tired of talking so much." ”

Zheng Yu did not show boredom, but was very enthusiastic.

Because the person who can say this kind of thing has a high probability of being an important NPC, or a character who leads to the plot.

"I can't eat it."

Mark was depressed and refused the food.

Zheng Yu directly opened the food packaging bag, and the food inside was sealed with special technology, which could be just out of the pot.

Hiss –

As the food packaging bag opened, a very fragrant smell came out.

"Huh?"

The smell directly blocked Mark's mouth, making an uncontrollable inquiring sound.

No one can resist the aroma of Sichuan cuisine.

If there is.

That is, the peppers are less.

The main reason is that he is tired of roasting kidneys, and since he came into contact with this new technology in Zhongzhou, Zheng Yu is no longer obsessed with roasting kidneys.

In addition to Sichuan cuisine, Zheng Yu asked his secretary to help him save the cuisines from all over Kyushu.

It is said to be sealed for more than 180 days, and it is guaranteed to be as fresh as fresh every time it is opened.

In addition to satisfying the appetites of professionals, this kind of technology can satisfy the appetite of professionals.

The most important thing is to get closer to the NPCs in the abyss world.

Because Kyushu cuisine hangs any world!

When it comes to food alone, the rest of the world is rubbish.

Not to mention the resource-starved skeletal wastelands.

Mark, a stateless non-imperial person, is powerless to resist in front of Kyushu cuisine.

"Taste?"

Jung Woo pushes the boiled fish in front of Mark.

The more pungent the taste, the more heavy oil and salt the food, the more it can arouse Mark's appetite, and the medicine Zheng Yu gave him before basically restored Mark's physical functions, but this diet made Mark unable to refuse.

"Is it appropriate?"

Mark was actually a little hesitant.

This fragrant food, this kind of solid cuisine, looks like it can only be eaten by the aristocracy.

looked at Xiang Zhengyu, as if he wanted to see some ways from Zheng Yu.

But Zheng Yu didn't have a single piece of bone equipment on his body, exuding the aura of "I'm poor B".

However, Mark did not ignore the Spirit Butterfly Queen who was carrying them through the air, and he did not recognize for a moment what type of skeletal creature it was.

A skeletal creature that can fly, and its emotions are so stable and able to follow people's orders, this is in the Bone Wasteland...... The price of being able to buy a few hundred slaves.

"You're weird......"

Mark couldn't judge Jung-woo's situation.

Let's say that this mercenary is rich, he doesn't have a single bone equipment on his body, and the clothes on his body are the cheapest.

Let's call him poor, but he has a skeletal creature with the ability to fly, and he eats so luxuriously.

"Are you going to eat or not?"

Zheng Yu didn't explain, he directly took out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish meat in the hot spicy oil soup, and put it in his mouth.

It's a common food in Kyushu, but it's the best in the Bone Wasteland.

Jung Woo could even see a hint of awe in Mark's eyes, not to himself, but to the food......

Obviously, in the Bone Wasteland, being able to eat enough is already considered a superior person, not to mention this classic cuisine from a gastronomic country.

Mark couldn't help it, clumsily learned Zheng Yu's movements with chopsticks, and put the fish meat in his mouth with difficulty.

The spicy and fragrant taste exploded in Mark's mouth, and before Mark could share his dining feelings, Zheng Yu said directly: "Eat, huh?" ”

"Uh...... Well. ”

"Then talk to me about something dry."

"What...... What's dry? ”

"For example, why were you arrested, why did the people in the Free City ask me to save you, look at what you just said is sick, you must be a character who thinks deeply about the world."

Zheng Yu stared at Mark, smiled and said, "Guess for yourself, what do I want to hear?" ”

Mark was stunned for a moment.

Then he asked with some hesitation: "Aren't you free mercenaries only responsible for completing tasks, and don't ask anything else?" ”

"Oh? Is there a rule? ”

Mark felt more and more that the mercenary in front of him was very strange, "This is the regimental rules of your free mercenary group, don't you know?" ”

Zheng Yu spread his hands: "I'm a newcomer." ”

“……”

"But you know a lot about mercenary groups, huh?"

"There have been crossings."

Eating people with soft mouths and short hands, Mark feels that such delicious food, how can the other party be regarded as bleeding, and his own little thing is not a secret.

"I'm a historian."

This sentence made Zheng Yu's eyes light up.

Historians equals world plots.

This is exactly the person he needs to find, but he didn't expect the first task to be met by him, as long as he understands the historical core of this world, clearing customs is not a problem.

Mark glanced at Zheng Yu very strangely, as if Zheng Yu's attitude was abnormal.

"What's wrong?"

Zheng Yu asked.

Mark looked at the face of the food and couldn't help but ask: "Don't you know that historians are a wanted profession?" ”

"Can't study history?"

Although Zheng Yu behaved strangely, Mark explained: "You can't study history other than modern history, and you can't write any history books." ”

Zheng Yu asked: "It's the Third Age Empire now, that is to say, you can't study the Second Age and the First Age, so since you are not allowed to study and write, then where does the number of the third come from?" ”

"The second age can be studied, and those above the first age cannot be written."

"So, you became a slave because you wrote history?"

Mark shook his head, "If I had written the history of the First Age, you wouldn't have been able to see me now, so you would have to go to the graveyard and burn paper for me." ”

"Writing history is a death sentence."

Perhaps he realized that Zheng Yu didn't know anything about these things that everyone knew, so he explained a few more words.

"I was arrested because I bought something with a historical trace."

"It's as simple as that?"

"Well, it's that simple."

"Then what do you mean by what kind of world is sick and wants to eat people?"

"It's just a feeling, what? Do not allow people with low academic qualifications to be sad and sad? ”

“……”

Zheng Yuhu looked at Mark suspiciously, "You have a problem." ”

He didn't believe a word of Mark's words.

Not to be outdone, Mark looked at Zheng Yu, "You have a bigger problem." ”

Zheng Yu: "......"

Obviously, both of them pretended to be confused, but they didn't poke each other, and they were all lies anyway.

There was silence for a long time.

Seeing that the boiled fish was getting cold, Mark asked weakly, "Then can I still eat it?" ”

Zheng Yu: "......"

……