Yulin Blood Eagle smiled and turned to the soldiers and said: "I want a glass of fruit wine, a piece of bread, and a steak!"
However, Grim was not polite at all and ordered a whole roasted chocobo and a pot of ale.
"A chocobo? Can you finish eating? The food here is tight and we can't finish it. Don't order so much!" Yulin Blood Eagle said: "Although I am the city lord, I don't dare to mess around!"
"I haven't eaten meat for a year, and I can finish all ten of them!" Grim laughed and said.
The two of them chatted and laughed as if no one was around, like old friends they hadn't seen for many years. The elves were fine, but the orcs had a lot of speculation.
The orcs were divided into two sides, with 25 people on each side, and each person on each side was more than 5 meters apart. They had a magician releasing a soundproof barrier next to them, so they could not hear the voices of the two approaching orcs, but they could see the people.
Behind each orc were two troll warriors holding bone-cutting swords, and in front of them was an elf talking to him across the table.
Where Yulin Blood Eagle and Grim are, they can easily see everyone, and others can also easily see them. Because this is an open space, there is not even a tree, but there is no magician around them to release sound insulation.
enchantment.
Soon their food was served, and Grim unceremoniously grabbed the roasted chocobo's legs and tore them off, biting and drinking.
"It's so delicious! Your chef's grilling skills are very good!" Grim said with a greasy thumb.
"As long as you think it tastes good." Yulin Blood Eagle said with a smile.
The two ate for a while and clinked glasses with each other a few times. An elf came over and asked, "Sir, it's dinner time, isn't it? Give them something to eat too? The mages and lobbyists are all tired!"
"Go! Let's serve food to everyone!" Yulin Blood Eagle said: "The mage's soundproof barrier cannot be stopped. Another batch will be put up!"
A team of mages came up to replace them, and the meals were also brought over.
The meals of elves and trolls are of similar quality, but their personal preferences in ordering are different and the dishes are different.
Orcs are uniformly divided into three categories, good, medium and poor. The good one is the same as Grim, a plate of barbecue and a pot of wine. The middle one is a piece of bread and a bowl of broth. The bad one is a piece of bread and a bowl of broth.
A bowl of water, standard food for Sutlan prisoners and captives.
As the food was distributed, all the ten of Grim's cronies had good food, while the medium food and poor food were mixed and uneven.
"Why do they eat differently?" Grim asked Yulin Blood Eagle.
"Not to mention your personal guards, they are all your confidants. Since I gave it to you, of course I have to give it to them too, right?"
The Yulin Blood Eagle saw Grim nodded and continued: "Didn't I tell you the rest? I want to try how they treat you. If you want to try, you can't just say a few words! You say
Isn’t it? Doesn’t a different meal change the same thing?”
Grim thought for a while and realized that this indeed made sense. He really didn't believe that a meal could change anything, so he nodded.
But the conversation inside the soundproof barrier is different.
An orc who got the worst food looked up at the orcs on the right who had a mediocre food, then looked at the good food of the leader's confidants on the left, and then asked the elf opposite him: "Why do I eat worse than them?"
The elf looked up and looked to the left and right, and said nonchalantly: "That is your leader's confidant. Didn't you see that your leader and our chief were drinking and chatting? Is there anything to say?"
I'm not sure about the one on the right. I've been talking to you and can't hear what they said, so how could I know? If you had promised to teach our squadron how to catch nets, which one would you like to eat?
Do you think I deliberately let you eat these tasteless things? Come on, you are not working today. You can take it easy and go back to the quarry to work. Just treat it as a day off! If you refuse to teach, we will wait for other squadrons to learn.
Go and learn after you finish!"
The orc reluctantly gnawed on the bread and drank water, his eyes twinkling.
In another soundproof barrier, the orc who received a medium meal also asked the elf opposite him: "Why is the food different?"
The elf opposite him also raised his head and looked around and said, "It's not bad! Look, I'm pretty much the same as them!"
He pointed at the troll soldiers behind the orcs and said.
"What I'm talking about is that the orcs are different!" the orc said.
The elf took a closer look and was surprised, "Hey! Yes! What's going on?"
He couldn't understand and simply stopped thinking about it: "Don't think about it, just eat your food! Compared to you, you're not even the worst!"
The elf laughed and said: "Eat quickly! Maybe the chef made a mistake. If you don't eat, they may exchange your share for the prisoners' food later. You didn't know you took advantage? Maybe the next meal will be different."
alright."
The troll blinked, and after a short while, he quickly ate all the food with big mouthfuls.
At this time, suddenly a group of elves seemed to have forgotten what they were doing, and hurriedly came here with rolls of linen. The orcs, trolls and elves who were eating all stopped eating and looked at the group of people strangely.
Elf.
The group of elves didn't care that there were so many people looking at them, they only focused on their own business. After a while, each soundproof barrier was surrounded by linen cloth, and they could no longer see each other.
"Haha! It turns out they were surrounded! What did you think they were doing? These guys should be criticized when they go back!" An elf opposite the orcs in the barrier gloated and laughed.
After a while, he frowned again and said: "What a pity! Chief Sylvanas is not here, and the city lord doesn't care much about things. Maybe letting them escape this time is not necessarily..."
Within another barrier.
"What are they doing around here?" Grim's henchman asked.
"How did I know!" the elf said angrily: "The order I got was to come here and persuade you to teach our squadron how to catch nets, but you refused to teach me. Why should I answer you?"
"I don't want to teach you, so why do you give me food that is better than others?" the orc asked.
"You think I am willing!" The elf became even more annoyed: "You have taken advantage of the glory above your heads this time. Didn't you see our commander and your leader eating together? Good guy, a chocobo, he can
Can you finish eating? No, if you don’t teach our squadron, I can’t give you such good food!”
Upon hearing this, Grim's cronies quickly grabbed the barbecue, licked it here and there, and then said, "You see it's drooled!"
The elf tried to grab the wine again, but the orc quickly grabbed it first and drank it all in just a few gulps.
"You... you are so hungry! Why do you eat so fast?" the elf cursed angrily.
"I haven't eaten meat in a year!" Grim's henchman smiled proudly.