For the battle that would break out next, the fifty members of the patrol team had twice as much lunch, and very little was used for the hot soup made from the fresh fish caught during the dredging of the river.

Due to the lack of leftovers, the logging team was only half-full, and all the bread and steaks squeezed out were supplied to their companions who would risk their lives in the battle against the Fallen.

One of the duties of the lord was to be justly rewarded and punished, and his men were gladiators from the Colosseum, even indentured slaves with a skill.

They were not afraid of starvation and struggle under difficult conditions, but they were afraid that the lords would distribute it unfairly. At a time when most people do not have property rights, it has become very important to eat more or less, after hard work.

So, while there was still time, she asked the guys to come over and personally instruct them on how to make a simple and convenient "noodle soup".

Thick fresh fish soup with water to make toppings, large buckets of flour poured into a large pot, add a large amount of water and stir well, into a semi-soft and semi-hard batter, and then dig out a ball, put it in a colander, and squeeze it down a little hard.

An astonishing scene occurred, dozens of noodles slowly drooped from the dense mesh, which at first was still the light gray characteristic of raw noodles, and after tumbling up and down in the boiling fish soup several times, they quickly faded the color of the batter and turned into a tender white after ripening.

The man scooped up the noodles with another colander and carefully packed them in a large net, poured a little fresh fish soup as a topping, and beckoned a half-full "lumberjack" to come and receive his lunch.

The noodles are already cooked with thick chopsticks, and although it is a little inconvenient to eat them with a spoon, it does not prevent those who are willing to try new things from pulling them vigorously and bringing them to their mouths.

The guy himself tasted a little bit and felt good, and in the spirit of patting the sycophants as soon as possible, he immediately praised it: "It tastes great! Does it have a name?"

Grace Loslin nodded slightly: "Such a simple method of making it can be learned even by a fool twice." Call yourself a fool!"

When the brainy man heard this, he quickly shook his head, refusing to use this name for such a simple and convenient production method and a good tasting finished product, so he changed his words and smiled: "Since it is a strip of pasta made of flour and water, it is still called noodles, right?"

Grace Loslin smiled lightly, did not approve or object, but just urged the men to prepare a large bowl of "noodles" for each of the people who had not yet eaten for the logging team as soon as possible.

The guys naturally nodded in agreement, after all, they were all partners from the same place, and when they saw someone who was not full, even if they were not hungry, they would do their best to make up for it.

Since the lords have this will, they will definitely obey it. Besides, the noodles cooked quickly in the hot soup are really convenient, and it is much easier than the tedious process of baking bread, and despite the fact that more than a hundred people are waiting, a few guys working together will soon meet everyone's needs.

Seeing the men busy around the stove, they were at first jerky and became proficient, and they knew that they had begun to work tacitly, three of them were responsible for squeezing the noodles into the pot, three of them were responsible for mastering the heat and taking them out and serving them in a bowl, and the last one was responsible for putting the toppings and adding large pieces of fish, so that they could also take care of everything properly.

Knowing this, Embarrassine greeted him and ordered his henchman Fergus to take a patrol to fight the Fallen, saving the captured farmers as much as possible and adding some work to the temporary settlement.

After seeing the lord lead the team away, the Sun Priest Medif turned his head and filled himself with a bowl of noodles, and after tasting it, he found that the texture and taste were very good, and he couldn't help but sigh and look thoughtfully at the back of Eun Lotrin.

"It's not a loss that he is the leader of the younger generation who has the title of a full range of magicians! Turning decay into magical means is indeed not the wisdom of mortals. Not a big shot that I could reach. Yes, I should shepherd the Lamb of God in peace!"

Turning his head, Madiv, the priest of the sun, looked at the lumberjack who had automatically lined up in line to receive a large bowl of noodles topped with fish soup in front of the gangster, and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Blessed are you. It would not be long before following such a fair and wise lord would establish a career and become a tenant under the protection of the nobility from the slave ranks. ”

Someone was infected by the atmosphere and couldn't help but blurt out: "Master Priest, the honorable lord has personally promised that he will make us free people in the future." ”

Madiv, the priest of the sun, vaguely heard about this, and immediately changed his words: "Everything has to go through a process. Accumulating merit in the development of new territories, first dissolving the status of slaves, becoming tenants under the protection of the nobility, with this key change and foothold, can slowly change. Fergus and the four of them also have similar experiences to get to where they are today, and it will depend on your performance in the future. ”

All those present were speechless, not because they could not find a rebuttal, but because the priests, who were the most friendly to them, said that the gladiators did not want to offend him too much.

In fact, when the altar of the temporary stronghold glowed with a faint glow, there were people who knew the inside story, secretly coveted positions such as temple warriors, and although such positions were rare, they could become freedmen in one step, and even become nobles in the low-level temple system.

Considering that the young lord Grace Lotlyn left the affairs of the temporary settlement to the priests after he left with the patrol, it was evident that Madif was deeply trusted and valued by the lord.

It's just that it's hard for ordinary people to understand that a mere hermit living in the mountains can get the trust of the entire magician, Yan N Loslin, how contrary to common sense, could it be that there is a deal behind the two of them.

There were quite a few gladiators who knew the in the upper circles of the nobility, and looking at the old face of the Sun Priest Madev, they really couldn't think of any place where he could attract the attention of the young nobles.

That would be too bloody, even more outrageous than the third-rate court drama staged by a circus performing in the countryside, and the mere thought of it would give you goosebumps all over your body.

At the same time, the patrol party led by Awn Losslin left the temporary settlement and advanced in the direction of fifteen degrees east-north, according to the information provided by his henchman Fergus.

On the way, he couldn't help but sneeze, and for no reason he surprised himself: "Maybe someone is thinking about me! I'm sure it's a subordinate in a temporary settlement." ”

After only a short time of leaving, some people were thinking about the disaster, but Embarrn Roslin was quite satisfied, and his keen mental power tentacles overcame the obstacles and arrived at the scouts sent out in advance, acting as eyes behind them, paying attention to all movements around them, including the fallen who might disguise themselves as rocks and dead trees.

In fact, Fergus and the others were able to probe the camp of the degenerate, obtain vital information, and retreat smoothly, and Emrence Loslin felt a little strange, fearing that it was the enemy's plan to lure the enemy in, or a small trick to attack the west.

The temporary settlement has the Sun Priestess Medif, and the shrine is connected to a small cave (half-plane) nearby, and can be supported by the three-legged golden crow of the main body of the Lu Zhudao people at any time, and whoever dares to attack is waiting to be collected by the gladiators.