The assassins couldn't help sighing: "This plate is terrible. I feel that the food distributed here will not be better than that of cattle."

As soon as these words were spoken, the vanguard prisoners of war next to them looked at them with weird eyes, and did not speak for a while. After a long time, a prisoner of war whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, what we are eating here It’s no worse than the little nobles in the desert kingdom."

"Huh?" The assassins wondered if there was a problem with their ears: "What did you say?"

The prisoner of war said: "I said, what we are eating here is aristocratic meal!"

The assassin seriously suspected that he had auditory hallucinations. No, no, no, he could never hear hallucinations. These prisoners of war must have been brainwashed by the enemy country and they were talking nonsense.

An assassin reminded the prisoner of war very seriously: "I said you have a bad brain? Or do you know nothing about what the nobles eat? The nobles of our desert kingdom can often eat vegetables picked in the Green State. You can still eat vegetables here as a prisoner of war..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the fastest prisoners of war who had returned their dinner and passed in front of the assassins with their meal plates.

On that crude iron plate, there was a bread, two boiled potatoes, two green vegetables, and a cup with a milky white liquid. I don't know what it was.

The eyes of the assassins were immediately attracted by the two green vegetables. The bread potatoes are not important anymore. There are only those two green vegetables, which is so piercing! This...this thing is in the desert kingdom, only the green state can produce so little, and that little vegetable is all the noble lords, where is the turn of ordinary people to eat?

Ordinary people just eat the pie! Even if the food is improved occasionally, that is, to eat some lamb or camel meat to celebrate the festival, no one is eligible to eat green vegetables.

"My Fake!" an assassin couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "I'm dazzled, hell."

"It's a coincidence, we are also dazzled." The assassin next to him said.

"This is actually food for prisoners of war?" Even the assassin leader who has always been calm and sensible can't help but wipe a sweat: "I haven't even eaten this food a few times."

The leader of the assassin does not have a noble title yet, and the green cabbage is occasionally mixed when eating with the big names, and usually cannot be eaten often.

The assassins thought: What's wrong?

A prisoner of war laughed and said, "It’s not surprising that there are green vegetables. The Gran Kingdom is not a desert after all. Growing green vegetables here is as difficult as our desert kingdom. Besides, you have never seen Godfather’s miracle. I opened the snow and sowed on the frozen soil below. The next day...the whole piece of green vegetables on the hillside grew up. The first time I saw it, I almost peeed my pants in fright."

The assassin frowned: "If you call him Godfather in order to save your life in front of him, I can understand, but you are talking to us now, shouldn't you call him Robert? Have you already collided with the enemy and betrayed the country? ?"

The vanguard prisoner of war said with a bitter face: "I can't help but yell after seeing too much of what he has done. Okay, well, it was my fault. I called him Robert. Is this all right? Newcomer, let me tell you. Say, this Robert farming is too cruel. If you plant it today and harvest it tomorrow, everything that can grow in the field is completely worthless in his hands. Green vegetables are nothing? Let me tell you, my dinner plate is really valuable. Yes, it is the soy milk in this cup."

"What is this?" The assassins stared at the cup: "It's called soy milk. As the name suggests, it should be made from beans? What's so great about this?"

"The beans are really nothing, and the beans are ground into a pulp." The prisoner said in a serious manner: "But, add sugar in it, oh oh oh, that's terrible, but the nobles of our desert kingdom don't necessarily have a chance. Yes, but, in our place, you can eat sweet soy milk once every five days, hahaha, once every five days! Hahaha!"

When the assassins heard this, their faces changed color, sugar?

No need to say how precious sugar is! More valuable than vegetables, even harder than gold!

This is something that even the nobles of the desert kingdom dare not eat casually, because eating a bite of candy is a bite of gold, and the family can't afford to eat it like this.

Unexpectedly, did the people here melt the sugar in soy milk for the prisoners of war to drink?

Do not! This is never possible! This second prisoner of war must be lying to me, I have to try it with my own mouth.

An assassin hurriedly squeezed to the food distribution window, a lazy-faced prison guard put a piece of bread, two potatoes, two greens, and a cup of soy milk on his iron pan, and then said: "Next!"

His expression was indifferent, he seemed to be doing very ordinary things, and he didn't have the prudence when distributing food.

The assassin saw that when the guard was dispatching potatoes, the spoon in his hand was stained with a piece of crushed potato the size of a ping-pong ball. With the swing of the spoon, the piece of crushed potato actually fell to the ground.

The assassin didn't even care about his status, and he screamed with distress: "You! You waste food. Food is a gift from the heavens. You will be condemned by the heavens."

"Oh? Did you lose a piece?" The prison guard stalled: "Wasting food is really bad. If you don't mind picking up something on the ground to eat, that piece of potato will be given to you. Pick it up quickly."

The assassin was overjoyed, squatted down quickly, picked up the broken potato, and put it in his iron plate. The potato was stained with the mud and sand on the ground, but the assassin didn’t care. He ate the sand-wrapped noodles in the desert kingdom. I don’t know how many times there are pie, this is not a problem at all.

There was only joy in his heart, and he couldn't help sighing: "God of the desert! Thank you for giving me an extra piece of potato."

"Cut, Godfather planted it, and I gave it to you. Why do you thank the God of the Desert?" The guard was very dissatisfied and said, "I didn't understand when I was in the church before. After listening to Godfather's words, more and more The more I feel that something is wrong, the gods have cut off all our human efforts, making it seem that they are all given to us. In fact, it is our own hard work."

The assassin pretended not to hear the complaint. Now he is unable to defend his gods, so he can only return to the prisoner of war pile with the iron plate. First of all, he picked up the cup of soy milk and snorted coldly: "I don't know what to do. I believe someone will take the sugar to the prisoners of war. If the soy milk is sweet, I will show you a striptease."

After speaking, he put the cup to his mouth, raised his neck, and poured it in.