"Ah!" In the closed room, a man was holding his head and screaming. The magic robe on his body was full of wrinkles, and it looked as disgusting as a rag.
Outside the heavy door, several magicians listened to the sounds in the room and shook their heads with regret on their faces.
"This failed again... It's such a frustrating thing." One of the magicians scratched his name on the parchment.
The other magician standing in front of him had a solemn expression. He also added his name on the recording parchment handed over by the other party. Then he admired his cursive handwriting with satisfaction and sighed coldly: "Maybe wait.
If we succeed, this war will be over."
"The war will never end! At least, we will not give in easily." One of the magicians clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth in the dark corridor.
"Yes, for thousands of years, all we have been thinking about is how to deal with the ants, but now, we don't even want to discuss the outcome with the ants." Beside him, an old magician sneered: "It's only a few years ago.
Time, the Magic Empire is already bowing to some mortals? How sad!”
While they were discussing the decadence and sorrow of the Magic Empire, the man in the room was still screaming, as if he had been attacked by something.
He struggled and twisted on the bed in the room, as if his hands were going to crush his head: "Ah! Stop it! Stop it! Ah!..."
Unfortunately, the magicians outside the room didn't seem to have any interest in the screams of their compatriots in the room. They didn't even raise their heads and discussed the fall of the magic empire to the choice of dinner.
Some smugglers tried their best to obtain the hot-demand commodities in the Magic Empire from Elland Hill. For example, canned goods, or some stew seasoning packets, these items can often be sold at high prices in the Magic Empire.
Therefore, for some high-level magicians, the canned food of Alan Hill and those delicious condiments are good things worthy of praise. They even ridiculously think that the condiments are great condiments, and mortals will eventually die.
They are just inferior mortals.
"This damn war... is getting more and more annoying." A magician summarized his speech while walking forward.
In his opinion, the most serious problem of the war was that it reduced the total amount of smuggling of canned and other delicious foods, making these "expensive" noble foods no longer easy to find.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that in some of the wealthiest cities in Ireland, canned food has become a slow-selling commodity like instant noodles.
"You don't know, I just opened a bag of Bude mustard that is about to expire a few days ago. The smell is eye-opening." Another magician who followed him showed off.
With the outbreak of the war, it has become very difficult to get some of the "delicacies" of Ireland. Being able to eat some is definitely a symbol of strength.
Therefore, the main point that these senior magicians in high positions show off to each other is these luxuries that are nostalgic but cannot be obtained.
"You can actually eat Bude mustard? I heard that the annual output of mustard in that place is only a few dozen kilograms, and the price is quite expensive." A magic colleague admired with envy.
After all, his family hadn't had delicious Eiland Hill specialties for several days.
In the Puppet Empire, one of the few high-level human magic empires in the world, the dishes from Eiland Hill are also divided into three grades.
The first-class dish is the seasoning bag used for stewed meat. When the stewed meat is put in, it will be filled with fragrance. Such seasoning bag must be wrapped in cloth and used repeatedly several times until it loses the smell.
discarded.
The second-class dish is canned meat, the kind of canned meat that is soft, glutinous and sweet with starch. It tastes really delicious: similar canned fish and canned fruits are all mouth-watering super best-sellers.
Taste.
The third-class dishes are pickles such as mustard. These products are actually very popular. After all, the price is relatively cheap. Smuggled all the way from Elland Hill to the Puppet Empire, the price is about as much as gold...
At that time, our Emperor Chris also laughed at the local magicians in Grecken who used equal weights of gold to buy wireless transmitters. In the puppet empire, the magicians here used equal weights of gold to buy Bude mustard. You are right?
That's right, Bude brand pickled mustard...
This group of magicians talking about pickled mustards are almost drooling. Each one of them has to swallow after saying a few words. They have a kind of spiritual state of looking at the plum blossoms to quench their thirst.
What they didn't know was that while they were talking about this, in the distant southern border area of the Holy Demon Empire, ordinary soldiers of Ailan Hill's field army threw half-eaten Bude mustard into the mud at their feet.
Here, the southward offensive operation began again with complaints.
The soldiers who ate Bude mustard and canned starch complained most about the poor food. They enjoyed sufficient supplies every day, and even had extra candies to replenish their strength...
Ordinary soldiers who have eaten canned vegetables and pickles too many times still don’t know that the things they throw into the soil with disdain are as precious as gold in some places...
In the more distant city of Seris, in front of a shelf in a supermarket, a round-shouldered waitress threw the neatly stacked cans into the cart at her feet, shouting loudly as she threw them: "The cans are about to expire.
Discount on sale! While supplies last!”
Of course, she didn't know that in some places, many people couldn't afford Bude mustard. If she had known, maybe the advertising slogans she shouted would have been richer.
In the dark passage of the puppet empire, these magicians talking about their "delicious food" walked to another heavy iron door.
They stopped in their tracks and did not hear the screams inside. Several magicians who were accustomed to screams were stunned for a moment, and then looked at each other in surprise.
Soon, these magicians confirmed that there was nothing wrong with their ears, so the leading magician ordered in surprise: "Open it!"
The magician closest to the door quickly reached out and opened a small window on the door. The leading magician immediately moved forward and took a look at the situation inside.
Then, he did not see the body. The young magician did not commit suicide. Instead, he sat on his bed and meditated seriously with his eyes closed.
"That's great! The device works!" The leading magician retracted his head from the small window, with an expression of surprise on his face that he could not hide no matter how hard he tried.