My Empire

"Ah!" In the closed room, a man was screaming while holding his head. The magic robe on his body was already full of folds, and it looked disgusting just like a rag.

Outside the heavy door, several magicians shook their heads with regret while listening to the sounds in the room.

"This failed again... It's a frustrating thing." One of the magicians scratched the parchment and recorded his name.

The other magician standing in front of him had a solemn expression. He also added his name on the parchment handed over by the other party, and then appreciated his swashes with satisfaction, and sighed coldly: "Maybe wait. If we succeed, this war will end."

"The war will not end! At least, we won't give up easily." One of the magicians clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in the dim corridor.

"Yes, for thousands of years, we have been thinking about how to deal with the ants, but now, we even want to discuss the victory or defeat with the ants." An old magician beside him sneered: "It's only a few years. Time, the magic empire is about to bow to some mortals? Sad!"

While they were discussing the fall and sorrow of the magic empire, the man in the room was still screaming, as if being attacked by something.

He struggled and twisted on the bed in the room, his hands as if he was about to squeeze his head: "Ah! Stop it! Stop it! Ah!..."

Unfortunately, the magicians outside the room seemed to have no interest in the screams of the compatriots in the room. They didn't even lift their heads. From the fall of the magic empire, they discussed the choice of dinner.

Some smugglers tried their best to get the goods that were in short supply in the magic empire from Ailan Hill. For example, canned food, or some stew sauce packages, these things can often be sold at high prices in the magic empire.

Therefore, for some advanced magicians, Ailan Hill's canned food, as well as those delicious condiments, are all good things worthy of praise. They even think ridiculously that condiments are great condiments, and mortals are just inferior mortals after all.

"This **** war...It's getting more and more irritating." A magician lifted his foot and walked forward, summing up his statement.

In his view, the most serious problem of the war was to reduce the total smuggling of canned food and other delicious food, so that these "expensive" noble foods could not be easily found.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that in Ailan Hill, some of the richest cities, canned food has become a slow-moving commodity just like instant noodles.

"Don't you know, I just opened a bag of Bude mustard tuber that is about to expire a few days ago. The taste is eye-opening." Another magician following him flaunted.

With the outbreak of the war, it has been very difficult to get some "food" in Ailan Hill, and it is definitely a symbol of strength to be able to eat some.

Therefore, the key points of these high-ranking senior magicians showing off to each other are these nostalgic but unavailable luxury items.

"You can actually eat Bude pickled mustard? I heard that the annual output of pickled mustard in that place is only a few jins, and the price is quite expensive." A magical colleague admired enviously.

After all, his family hasn't eaten the delicious Ailan Hill specialties for several days.

In the Puppet Empire, the rare high-level magic empire of humans in the world, the dishes from Ailan Hill are also divided into different categories.

The first-class dishes are seasoning packets used for stewed meat. Putting the stewed meat in is called an aromatic puppet empire. Such a seasoning bag must be wrapped in cloth and used repeatedly until it has no taste. Discarded.

The second-class dishes are canned meat, the kind of "meat" canned with starch, soft and sweet, tastes really delicious: similarly, canned fish and canned fruits, which are both mouth-watering and super popular. Product.

The third-class dishes are pickles such as mustard, which are actually very popular. After all, the price is relatively cheap. Smuggling all the way from Ailan Hill to the puppet empire, the price is about as heavy as gold...

Our Majesty Emperor Chris even laughed at Gricken’s turtle magicians with equal weights of gold to buy radio transmitters. In the Puppet Empire, the magicians here used equal weights of gold to buy Bude mustard. Yes, you That’s right, Bude mustard pickles...

The saliva of these magicians who were talking about pickled mustard was about to flow out, and they had to swallow a few words one by one, quite a spiritual realm of wishing plums to quench their thirst.

What they didn't know was that when they were talking about this, in the remote southern border area of ​​the original Holy Demon Empire, the ordinary soldiers of the field army of Ailan Hill threw half-eaten Bud mustard greens to the mud near their feet. Here, once again complained and began the southward offensive operation.

The soldiers who ate Bude mustard and canned starch complained most about the poor food. They enjoyed a sufficient supply every day, and even had extra candy to supplement their energy...

Ordinary soldiers who have eaten canned food and pickles too many times don’t know that what they disdain to throw into the soil is as precious as gold in some places...

In the farther city of Serris, in front of a shelf in the supermarket, a waitress with a big waist threw the neatly stacked cans into the cart under her feet, and shouted loudly: "The cans are about to expire. Discount sale! While stocks last!"

Of course, she didn't know. In some places, many people couldn't eat Bude mustard. If she knew it, she might have a richer advertisement.

In the gloomy passage of the Puppet Empire, these magicians who were talking about their "food" walked in front of another heavy iron gate.

They stopped their steps and did not hear the screams inside. Several magicians who were used to screaming were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at each other's eyes in surprise.

Soon, these magicians confirmed that their ears were not the problem, so one of the leading magicians commanded in surprise: "Open!"

The magician closest to the door hurriedly reached out and opened a small window on the door. The leading magician immediately leaned in and took a look at the situation inside.

Then, he did not see the corpse. The young magician did not commit suicide, but sat on his bed, meditating seriously with his eyes closed.

"It's great! The device is effective!" The lead magician retracted his head from the small window, and the surprise expression on his face couldn't be hidden.