Chapter 602 Chapter 5412AC: The Origin of Shoe Addiction (Part 2)

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 602 Branch 54.12-AC Chapter: The Origin of Shoe Addiction (Part 2)

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You were hesitant between sending Annette to go alone or going with her, and you didn't know if you could just say everything behind your back and then go separate ways. That's right.

Hathaway realized that you just wanted to skip your guild work and go out for fun, and the boss was unhappy. She thought a lot about it - saying that only you can interfere with the adventurer's mission selection, and telling you not to get close to the saint.

It was said that it was too chaotic and a new person had to be brought as a guard - in the end, it turned out to be accompanied by two most inconspicuous little girls.

Your apostle has some vague premonitions. Annette's lack of confidence in this trip is definitely not groundless, but she can't explain the specific reason. Once the order is given, she will definitely work hard.

Ask for a map and ask about the nearby terrain.

Annette dragged you to perform advanced teleportation,

Arriving at the scrapped teleportation array in the City of Heroic Dragons. There were crowds of people around, broken walls, and the background of despair and destruction, but there were countless faces full of hopeful smiles, and many people were busy shouting loudly.

They continued to move stones and wood to the walls of the collapsed building.

There are a lot of people, and the population density is comparable to that of pioneer villages, but the mental outlook of the people is completely different.

According to the plan, Annette will go looking for the female leader of the volunteer army alone after saying goodbye to you. It will not be too difficult to find this famous person.

You took Xiran and Boffen for a walk in the direction of the branch guild under construction.

From the perspective of others, you have two daughters, one older and one younger. Even though Xiran is relatively tall, her facial features are very immature and she is obviously underage. The other one is even more immature because of her race.

How to describe the environment here...

Walking on the main road near the outer wall of the castle, people are as crowded as a pot of peas soaked in water. After all, all the survivors in the Western Region are basically gathered here. In front of you is a shop selling pottery bowls.

Two thick square heads with slightly scorched marks were used as pillars. A white cloth was pulled from the crumbling stone wall and tied to the wooden pillars to provide protection from the sun and rain.

Some people dug mud to burn kilns, and some people left washed clothes scattered between two ruins to dry. Some people even beat Saudi prisoners of war who were tied around iron bars in the street.

There were many workers and patrols, but there were no food vendors.

You asked the clever Boffin to ask about the food here, but Boffin hesitated.

Abruptly, the halfling daughter cowardly assured you: "Please don't worry, I will never take the opportunity to escape, absolutely not."

...Huh? Escape?

She tilted her head and stared at you: "But, in order to complete this task, I must be more than twenty meters away from the Lord... President in a noisy environment."

What on earth is Boffin talking about?

Xiran noticed that you were troubled, so he explained to Boffin: "The president knows that you will definitely not run away. You are so smart, of course you know."

Boffin stared at him with wide eyes.

Xiran continued to explain: "This is a battlefield. If you run away, you will die. Your Excellency knows it very well, and so do you, right?"

…??

Where to escape? Where to escape?

Boffin clenched his fists and repeated with certainty: "I told you, I won't run away!"

Xiran breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I hate the task of hunting down escaped slaves."

...Uh. Why did the topic come up with escaped slaves?

Because he really couldn't pick up the topic, the atmosphere became particularly awkward, maybe because of the generation gap. Boffin found out clearly that there was a serious shortage of food here, and the lord was trying to find a way. Currently, the entire city has implemented planned food rationing, and everyone has something to eat.

Everyone has enough to eat. This situation is difficult to solve. The war burned down a lot of farmland and killed most of the cattle and sheep. Yesterday’s food was obtained by robbing the Saudi army, and the day before yesterday it was dug out from the ruins of the neighboring viscounty. Today’s food is from next door.

The slightly spoiled beef and mutton from the manor, I don’t know what to eat tomorrow.

It used to be that black bread and dried meat were the most disgusting foods, but now I can’t eat them at all.

The war has been going on for a while, and the food problem has gradually emerged, not surprisingly.

You suddenly had an idea, could it be that...the two little girls are hungry?

Xiran: "My lord, what I ate in the morning was bloody beef, very salty fish sauce, hollow bread with less ingredients, a few herbs and green tea with a strong smell."

Boffin: "I ate greasy fruit medley, charred chicken, melted cheese, big prickly apples."

Breakfast was prepared by a top chef who could cook bones. They had said they were full, and they must have been full, but they always felt that something was missing. It sounded like steak, caviar, croissant,

Goat milk tea, roasted turkey stuffed with fruit, cream... The last one, I guess blindly, might be the pineapple purchased from the Gulf yesterday.

Is the chef crazy? He actually lets slaves who didn't have enough to eat before yesterday taste these foods. What's the difference between talking about losing weight with people who don't have enough to eat? This kind of thing needs to be done step by step.

The problem is, there isn't even a carpet selling barbecue in this city...

Suddenly you see a team that looks like a food delivery team among the crowd in the distance. They are probably rationing food to the soldiers, carrying a few hot and fragrant cauldrons. Maybe, they will definitely like to eat this...

…Porridge? Miscellaneous cooking? Who knows what is under the pot lid.

But you were right. They both swallowed their saliva when they smelled the aroma of this common food from a distance. After all, they didn't eat enough in the morning or last night.

Negotiation failed.

This is particularly outrageous - you first asked the two children if they could share some food when they were hungry, but they were rejected; then you took out gold coins to buy them, and the price was increased to 5 gold to buy two bowls of broken porridge, but they were still rejected; you started to show your nobility.

Identity is of no use at all.

Bofen gave Xiran a few words of advice, and the latter agreed, then stumbled into the soldier.

"Damn kid! What are you doing!"

"I'm sorry, I'm too hungry and can't stand still..."

"Go back to your residence and wait. Our volunteers will not give up on anyone and will distribute food to everyone soon. What if you overturn the pot with such rashness! Where are your parents!"

Xiran burst into tears suddenly: "My father and brother both died in the previous battle, and my mother failed to escape from the Earl of Aneurin." As she said this, she took out the volunteer badge she had just stolen from her arms, "This is

This is the only memory my brother has left for me, woo woo woo.”

"Ah...I'm sorry kid, I didn't know..."

Five minutes later, you successfully exchanged a piece of raw pork for two bowls of... some kind of junk. Some gnocchi, four or five unnamed plants and a few olives. There was no meaty smell at all.

Why do you carry raw meat with you? Ask the nagging Tong En - as an adventurer, you should always be prepared. Anyway, if you have a dimensional pocket, you should always have all kinds of supplies ready.

You look at them smiling, holding bowls and sitting under the wall, drinking and chatting. It seems that the hard work has been worth it. It is very important to take it step by step. You promise them that you will let them eat more delicious food in the future and want to go.

You can go anywhere without worrying about the twenty-meter limit.

They both showed great smiles.

Annette, on the other hand, looked sad.

When she squeezed through the chaotic waves of the crowd, she finally saw the new female leader of the Volunteer Army from a distance through three floors of onlookers and five floors of soldiers standing guard. Not only was she unable to identify her walking posture because she was sitting and chatting, but she also had her own spell-casting material package.

Stolen!

Material package! It contains more than a dozen gold coins, spider silk required for the spider web technique, grease required for the smoothing technique, and many other materials as well as several bottles of potions.

She met a folk master, but she was not careful. Commoner women wearing gorgeous robes are the best targets for stealing, even better than gorgeous nobles. At least the risk is low. She should have worn gray if she had known better.

robe.

What bad luck... Annette has more and more ominous premonitions. She has no confidence in this trip.

At least, she must observe from a distance whether the female leader is indeed a saint.

Wait left.

Wait right.

Annette still couldn't wait for the female leader to stand up from the chair. In fact, thinking about it now, after not seeing her for many years, even if she stood up and took too few steps, she still couldn't be confirmed.

After giving it some thought, Annette decided to take a little risk.

She secretly rubbed the illusion of a very small butterfly from her fingertips, causing it to fly towards the female leader. The plan was as follows: fly to the target, and then lure her out of her seat and walk towards Annette. Even with her

It is extremely difficult to recognize an old friend based on his walking habits, but nothing is easy in this world.

It's that magic trick used at dinner.

very simple,

It is also very practical and does not require casting materials.

The little butterfly flew, flew, and danced gracefully in front of the female leader. The female leader looked up and saw the butterfly.

Turn around suddenly!

A pair of big copper bell-like eyes were wide open, looking at Annette with horror and precision! Annette was so frightened that she immediately released the illusion and squatted in the crowd! She was so scared that it was so sudden that she found out in seconds!

Annette felt that her bad premonition was about to come true, so she bent down and quickly slipped away in the crowd.

Not good, not good, not good!—these two words were swirling around in Annette’s mind crazily.

How could a female warrior who usually wins a boxing match be so sensitive to the location of the spell caster? It’s so abnormal. Whether this woman is an old friend or not, there’s something wrong with her!

The most unfortunate thing is that Annette doesn’t have any casting materials yet!
To be continued...