Accidents always happen when you least expect them.
Totland of All Nations, Biscuit Island.
Biscuit Island is located to the northwest of Cake Island. The theme of the entire island revolves around biscuits. The ground of the island resembles the crust of a cookie. There are large and small brown rocks on the surface of the island, which look like the top of a cookie from a distance.
There are chocolate chips, and in the center of the island stands an extremely huge semi-circular mountain, which looks like a half-bitten cookie.
The architectural style of the towns on the island also tends to be biscuit-like. Various biscuit styles such as saltine crackers, cookies, and cream sandwich biscuits can be found on the buildings in the towns.
Victor, dressed in a black coat, strolled through the spacious streets of Biscuit Town, and from time to time he would see huge biscuit soldiers slumped on the street. These biscuit soldiers were motionless, completely losing their souls and motivation.
"Are you a foreign tourist?" An old man passing by saw Victor looking at the biscuit soldiers lying on the street and said with a smile: "These biscuit soldiers were originally the masterpieces of Mr. Cracker, but it's a pity."
"Old man, are you talking about the Thousand-Handed Crackers, one of the Four Dessert Masters?" Victor responded with a gentle smile.
The old man looked regretful: "Yes, our Lord Cracker is really a very easy-going and strong man, and he also takes good care of us townspeople. But because of his expedition against a certain pirate group who invaded the sphere of influence of the B pirate group,
He was a thief and died in a sneak attack! What kind of world is this!"
Victor touched his chin and asked softly: "So, these cookie soldiers also completely lost their motivation because of Mr. Cracker's death?"
"Yes, that's right." The old man nodded: "Master Cracker used his fruit power to make these powerful biscuit soldiers to protect the safety of various islands. Not long ago, these biscuit soldiers suddenly fell to the ground and could no longer move.
, within a few days, the bad news came about Lord Kricker, and now all the security work on the islands has been replaced by Her Majesty's chess soldiers."
"What a pity. Originally, I came to this Biscuit Island just to see Mr. Cracker." Victor looked regretful: "Thank you for your explanation, uncle. I'll go shopping elsewhere."
The old man smiled and waved to Victor who was gradually walking away. Oh my god, he is such a handsome and polite young man. I really want to introduce him to his granddaughter. But why does he look familiar?
As night falls, the main street of Biscuit Town is bustling with activity. Because the wedding is approaching, many tourists with clean identities have also passed the various checks and come to Totland of All Nations to witness what is known as the most eye-catching wedding ceremony in the past century.
.However, there are less than three days left before the wedding, and they can still have fun on various islands.
Victor changed into casual clothes, wearing plain glasses and a peaked cap, and walked slowly along the main street with a cup of hot cocoa in his hand.
Vendors and shops on both sides of the road are selling all kinds of delicious biscuits, and the variety is dizzying.
"How do you sell this cookie cheese burger?" Victor stopped in front of a vendor, his attention firmly drawn away.
"It's 200 berries per portion and comes with a small bag of butter cookies! Thank you for your patronage!" The stall owner quickly took the coin from Victor and spread peanut butter on the inside of two cookies covered with chocolate chips.
Then he sandwiched cabbage and a chunk of cheese in the middle, and handed it to Victor along with a bag of butter crackers.
“It’s so sweet but delicious, sweet and crispy.”
Victor was sitting on a bench on the street. The first bite of the cookie cheese burger was filled with the aroma of peanut butter and cheese mixed together. The cookie burger skin was crispy and particularly refreshing, and the chocolate chips enriched the taste and texture.
The level of taste. He took two bites of the cheeseburger and then took a big sip of the hot cocoa, narrowing his eyes slightly with satisfaction.
Next he tried the Lucky's Spicy Sandwich Cookies.
This kind of biscuit is very interesting. Each biscuit is about the size of a bite. It is filled with various kinds of peppers that even the stall owner cannot distinguish. The green of mercy from Chuklik Island, the death pepper from the Kingdom of Death, and Puqi from the Food Town
Sweet fruit peppers, Nar Mountain's flamethrowers, and famous peppers from all over the world can all be found in these cookies, it just depends on your luck.
Victor couldn't tell whether he was lucky or unlucky, but he actually got the sandwich filling in the first bite, which was the special prize of the Nar Mountain Flamethrower. Within three seconds, tears were about to come out of his eyes, and his whole face was red from holding back the contents of his cup.
The hot cocoa is even more spicy.
Fortunately, this stall also sells iced milk. The price of each Lucky Spicy Sandwich Biscuit is only 40 beri, but a glass of ice milk costs 400 beri, which can be called a low price. But people like Victor are
The unlucky guy who got the Super Chili Raid had to buy it even for 00 beli. A glass of ice milk temporarily relieved the burning sensation from mouth to stomach.
Secretly wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, Victor looked at the remaining ten spicy cookies in the bag and hesitated. After thinking about it, he decided to take them back and share them with his friends. Of course, everyone should eat the good things together! Thinking of this
He calmly put the food bag into the zipper space in the palm of his hand.
As the night got darker, there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Victor held a food bag containing butter biscuits in his hand and quietly turned into a secluded alley while eating.
The alley was dark, with only the moonlight overhead providing some light.
The sound of butter biscuits being chewed even overshadowed the sound of leather shoes colliding with the stone pavement. Victor was walking, suddenly stopped and turned back to the trash can he passed before.
He didn't speak. He just held the food bag and occasionally took out a handful of butter biscuits and threw them into his mouth. He chewed them expressionlessly while looking steadily at the dark area in the corner of the trash can.
"You ate butter crackers in front of the trash can for three minutes. Are you sick?"
A dull sound came from the dark area.
Victor took out his handkerchief and wiped the biscuit crumbs from the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly: "You have no right to tell me that the smell of the trash can is so good?"
A tall figure wearing a shabby cloak slowly stood up from the dark area next to the trash can, his body stooped.
Looking at the carrying figure, Victor raised his eyebrows: "To be honest, I guessed you would come, but I didn't expect you."
"Stop talking about those useless nonsense, Vicious Chain." A dull voice interrupted Victor's words, neither sad nor happy: "I'm not interested in asking you how you know I'm here. I just want to ask you, come on
Is the ultimate purpose of this consistent with mine?”
The corners of Victor's mouth gradually raised an elegant arc, and he chuckled: