Three Hundred and Fifty Are as Heavy as Gold

"Ah!" In the closed room, a man was screaming while holding his head. The magic robe on his body was already wrinkled and looked as disgusting as a rag.

Outside the heavy door, a few magicians shook their heads regretfully listening to the voices in the room.

"This one failed again...it's a frustrating thing." One of the magicians scratched on the parchment, recording his name.

The other magician standing in front of him had a solemn expression, and added his name to the parchment handed over by the other party, and then admired his cursive writing with satisfaction, and sighed coldly: "Maybe wait. We succeeded, and the war was over."

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

"Yeah, for thousands of years, all we've been thinking about is how to deal with ants, but now, we even want to discuss the outcome with ants." Beside him, an old magician sneered: "It's only been a few years. Time, the Magic Empire is about to bow down to some mortals? Sad!"

While they were discussing the depravity and sorrow of the Magic Empire, the man in the room was still screaming, as if he was attacked by something.

He struggled and twisted on the bed in the room, as if his hands were about to burst 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. From the fall of the magic empire, they discussed the choice of dinner.

Some smugglers have managed to obtain goods in high demand in the Magic Empire from Alan Hill. For example, canned food, and some seasoning packets for stewed meat, these things can often sell for high prices in the Magic Empire.

Therefore, for some high-level magicians, the cans of Alan Hill and those delicious condiments are all good things worthy of praise. They even thought ridiculously that condiments are great condiments, and mortals are just inferior mortals after all.

"This damn war... It's getting more and more annoying." A magician summed up his speech as he walked forward.

In his opinion, the most serious problem of the war is to reduce the total amount of smuggling of canned food and other delicious food, so that these "expensive" aristocratic foods cannot be easily found.

It's a pity that he didn't know that in Ireland Hill, some of the richest cities, canned food is already the same as instant noodles.

It has become a slow-moving commodity.

"Don't you know, I just opened a bag of Bud's mustard that was about to expire a few days ago. The taste is eye-opening." Another magician who followed him showed off.

With the outbreak of the war, it is not easy to get some Alan Hill "food", and it is definitely a symbol of strength to be able to eat some.

Therefore, these high-ranking high-level magicians show off to each other the key point of these are those luxuries that people miss, but people can't get.

"You can actually eat Bud's 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 exclaimed with envy.

After all, his family hadn't had a delicious Irish Hill specialty for days.

In the puppet empire, a rare high-level human magic empire in the world, dishes from Alan Hill are also divided into three, six, and nine grades.

The first-class dishes are the seasoning packets used for stewed meat. When the stewed meat is put in, it is called a fragrant puppet empire. Such seasoning packets should be wrapped in cloth and used several times until there is no taste. discarded.

The second-class dishes are canned meat. The canned "meat" with soft, glutinous and sweet starch tastes really delicious in the world: similar to canned fish and canned fruit, they are all mouth-watering super best sellers Taste.

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

Back then, our Majesty the Emperor Chris also joked that the mages of Greken used the same weight of gold to buy radio transmitters. In the puppet empire, the magicians here used the same weight of gold to buy Budd mustard, right, you That's right, Bud's mustard...

The saliva of these magicians who were talking about mustard was almost drooling, and they had to swallow a few words one by one.

What they didn't know was that while they were talking about this, in the remote southern border area of ​​the Holy Demon Empire, the ordinary soldiers of the Field Army in Alan Hill threw half-eaten Budd mustard into the mud beside their feet. , and once again complained and began to attack the south.

The soldiers who ate Budd mustard and canned starch complained the most that the food was too poor. They enjoyed a full supply every day, and even had extra candy to replenish their stamina...

Ordinary soldiers who have eaten canned and pickled vegetables too many times do not know that what they disdain toss in the dirt is in some places as precious as gold...

In the farther city of Seris, in front of a shelf in the supermarket, a big-waisted waitress threw the neatly stacked cans into the cart under her feet, shouting loudly: "The cans are about to expire. Discounted sale! While stocks last!"

Of course, she didn't know either. In some places, many people couldn't afford Budd mustard. If she knew, the advertisements she shouted would be richer.

In the dark passage of the puppet empire, these magicians who were talking about their "food" walked to another heavy iron door.

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

Soon, these magicians confirmed that it was not their ears that had a problem, so one of the magicians headed was surprised and ordered: "Open!"

A magician closest to the door quickly reached out and opened a small window on the door. The magician headed up immediately stepped up and looked at the situation inside.

Then, he didn't see the corpse. The young magician didn't commit suicide, but sat on his bed and meditated seriously with his eyes closed.

"It's really great! The device works!" The magician headed by the small window retracted his head, the surprise expression on his face could not be hidden.