"Please go to the 'test site' on the edge of the town through the 'leap formation'. The people of the Federal Army and our 'order club' have been waiting there for a long time. Today, it is enough to give everyone a new understanding of the power of artillery."
Standing in front of the small door on the edge of the dim conference room, "Feng Mine" made an elegant, gentlemanly invitation to the people present.
Immediately afterwards, he began to surge the magic power of the strong wind in his body, forming a bright light green wind field, surrounding his white right hand.
"Start!" "Feng Mine" shouted and opened the small door.
Suddenly, the bitter cold winter wind poured into the conference room from the door, causing the people present to feel the biting chill, and they were unable to stand firmly and almost fell down.
Fortunately, the wind lasted for only a short while. When everyone's eyes turned to the small door again, there was only a dark purple chaotic area inside the door that seemed to never see the edge.
"'Wind Mining', there is no risk in teleporting like this, right? I remember that the old empire did scientific research on similar projects and tried to use technology to teleport living people, but in the end it was only half of its body." Gnaji asked with a worried look on his face.
"This is magic, not technology." Feng Mining said:
"Although now is the era of magic withering and technological recovery, the magic source power can still do many things that cannot be achieved by technology. The 'leap technique' is just a not-so-difficult category in space displacement magic. For thousands of years, countless magicians have used it, and the probability of danger is about to be struck by lightning.
"And, the operating mode of similar scientific research conducted by the old empire is not essentially different from the 'leap technique'. The only difference is that their energy comes from the sun, while we, from the magic power.
"Gnaji, if you are afraid, I will enter the door first and teleport to the 'test field' waiting for you. If you can drive over, it will probably waste half an hour."
After saying that, "Feng Mine" glanced at Gnaji with contempt, rushed straight into the door, turning into a ball of Mars-like particles that disappeared.
"Then let's follow us too." The old man in a dark tuxedo said hoarsely, following the "Feng Mine" into the door.
Seeing someone taking the lead, the people present no longer hesitated and followed. Even Gnaji, who had just questioned, hesitated for two seconds after everyone disappeared, and rushed in with a quick step.
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After sleeping comfortably on the sofa on the first floor of Igor's villa in the "Dark District", Luo Nai was "awakened" by a long-lost aroma of food.
He yawned, stretched his waist and stood up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked in a vague tone:
"Mr. Igor...ha... what good things you make are so delicious, and it smells delicious. I'm so greedy."
"Luo Ni..." Igor responded while busying himself in the kitchen:
"Wait a little longer, and it's not finished yet. These are all oriental dishes, you know, the Cruzdes and Putoyas have never been good at food. A third-rate chef can make a fortune when coming to our city. I only learned some fur with a master of Khitan Ris a few years ago to relieve some of my appetite."
"That's it, that's fine, Mr. Igor, I'll wait for your oriental food. I haven't eaten much after traveling to the north during this period. You have to completely satisfy me today." Luo Nai smiled and joked.
"Of course." Igor replied very simply, "I promised you that from today on, your food, clothing, housing and transportation in the town will be within my ability, as long as you are within your ability."
Naturally, Igor was very grateful for Luo Nai's behavior of saving him from danger, but Luo Nai's "personality" was not affected by any corrupt things and would not use it or threaten Igor with anything.
To choose a town to stay for a while, on the one hand, he needs to inquire and understand information related to "Pramini"; on the other hand, he needs to understand the guidance of the "pseudo-god" in his dreams and find out the whereabouts of Wright. As for the "core" and "universal energy evolution platform", although he is interested, he is limited to interest.
He knew very well that humans cannot think about problems seriously in times of nervousness and busyness. Only by calming their minds can they draw out the required one in the messy clues.
Luo Nai, who suddenly walked from busy to short and stable, suddenly felt extremely bored. He crossed his hands and hugged the back of his head, paced back and forth in Igor's villa, observing aimlessly around.
Igor is worthy of being a scientist, which is Luo Nai’s deepest impression on him. The first floor of the villa is very large, but after being piled up by various messy debris, it is even a little difficult for people to walk.
On the first floor and into the door of the villa, there are two rows of dirt-covered shoe cabinets and wardrobes. The shoes and clothes inside are arranged in distorted, messy, and profane.
Walking further in, two rows of worn yellow sofas were filled with various documents and materials. Luo Ni picked them up and checked them. The dense Cruzde and Putoya's words made him feel a headache.
Luo Nai knew every word on the file and could clearly state its meaning, but after being combined, it seemed so strange.
In the middle of the two rows of sofas is a glass table covered with yellow oil paper, with various debris piled up on it, the original ordinary canned debris, worn rags, uncovered books, open kettles, dismantled coffee maker, and a small saber cut off. Under such a messy arrangement, Luo Nai actually gave a nameless and invisible diaphore.
Being in it is like being in a pool of dirty mud, facing the crazy, hateful, strange tentacles that will stretch out from it at any time.
The slightly disgusting feeling is exacerbated by the stacked parts of the ground in copper, iron, and unknown rare metal.
Fortunately, the dining table in the other half of the space was deliberately cleaned up. The quaint Cruise style, coupled with the large chairs and the candles placed in the middle, lost the blessing of all kinds of debris, and even showed an inexplicable warmth.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Luo Nai walked towards the dining table and sat on the seat facing the messy half of the room. Suddenly, the last glimmer of the golden sunset splashed into the town through the window and struck it into two distinct halves from the middle.
In his opinion, the part splashed by light was full of hope, like the heart of a human who was confident in passing the wasteland era. The other half was connected in lines along the dim parts, drawing a shadow like the underworld.
Holding his chin, he looked at the dusk scene "staggeredly" for about fifteen minutes. As the sun escaped from His figure, the darkness in the room became an almost eternal dominance.
Until the intoxicating fragrance penetrated his mind, the room was incandescent, the bright electrical lights were turned on, and everything returned to its original state.
"It's done, Luo Nai." Igor said, putting four plates on the table, and then brought a plate of white, round, bread-like food, along with tableware, in front of Luo Nai.
"These dishes... are indeed completely different from Cruised's flavor. They look at them. By the way, Mr. Igor, do they have names?" Luo Nan swallowed, his eyes seemed to be filled with blue light, staring at these foods with all colors, fragrance and flavor.
"This." Igor pointed to a plate of red and white tofu and said:
"It is a daily food that the Khitan people love, called tofu. The master who taught me at that time used the name of the dish that I told me in the Fire Empire language. It can be translated literally, it is 'tofu made by a woman with a pockmarked face'."
"There is a kind of absurd humor." Luo Mi smiled, "What about the others?"
"This dish made of shredded potatoes is called 'Spicy and Sour Potato Shredded Potatoes', a home-cooked dish of the Khitan Ris. It is said that after the crop of potatoes was introduced from the Putoya to the East, due to its high yield, it alleviated many food crises caused by natural disasters. Therefore, the Orientals created many dishes about it as a commemoration." Igor introduced:
"There is also this dish that cuts the pork, puts it in various seasonings, and uses steaming and cooking to remove the original greasy feeling is called "The Great Poet". It is rumored that during the Second Era of the Fire Empire, the empire's animal husbandry suffered a fatal blow due to rebellions in the North and West borders.
"At that time, most of the empires raised horses, sheep and cattle ranches were in the north, and they lost the supply of cheap meat. The empire began to develop large-scale breeding of pigs in the south. However, in that era, the pork varieties were poor, the meat quality was average, and the dishes made were extremely poor.
"So, during the reign of the 'Shangzhen Emperor', an anonymous poet improved the production technique, and turned the pork with a great taste into the mainstream food of the empire and got rid of his dependence on other meats. Since the poet did not leave his name, he was commemorated in this way."
"It smells so good." Luo Nean leaned over and smelled the pork at close range, exclaiming:
"If I could eat Eastern food every day, I would have no regrets as a human being. Igor, seeing these foods, for the first time, I felt that human life is not just about war and killing, but also about enjoying the spirit."
"Let's talk about the other two." Igor did not echo Luo Nai's feelings and continued to explain:
"I don't know much about the story behind the two leftover dishes, maybe not. One is 'sweet and sour carp' and the other is 'three fresh foods in the field', which were taught by the master. But the story behind this round food in front of you is not simple."
"White bread? I've seen people in the east make them, and they seem to be the most basic food in daily life, just like our toast, Dareba." Luo Nian picked up one and looked at it carefully.
"This is called 'mantou'. It was originally used by the Fire Empire to worship the souls of the dead. It is shaped like a human head. It is rumored that as long as it is thrown into the turbulent river, the anger of the undead caused by the fire of war can be calmed." Igor explained in a low tone:
"The people of the Fire Empire have always had a mysterious self-confidence, thinking that they are at the center of the world, so they also call themselves "people from the central country". They feel that their mysterious culture has strong superiority, so they call the primitive tribes around them "barbarians".
"Their emperors followed hypocritical morality, and as long as the 'barbarians' surrendered to the imperial rule and learned the fire culture, they were loyal slaves and could become likes. Once they showed any disobedience, they would be invaded by the empire and forced to merge.
"In the middle of the Second Era, when the Fire Empire had not yet controlled the Southwest and Southeastern provinces, the then imperial general Yan Ming led his army to attack a barbarian tribe. In a fire, nearly 10,000 people in the tribe were burned to coke. At that time, due to the overflow of mysterious power, many people in the army were confused, confused, and even attacked.
"Yan Ming believed that the chaos in the army was cursed by the dead barbarians, and in order to calm his anger, he improved local sacrificial supplies and invented the 'mant buns'."
"Later... how was Yan Ming's army like?" Luo Nai said curiously. After listening to the story, he suddenly felt that the "bubble" in his hand was no longer fragrant.
"Who knows, maybe Ping An returned, maybe it was destroyed by mysterious forces. However, it will take about 300 years to completely conquer these two provinces. Luo Nai..." Igor picked up a "bull" and bit it, saying:
"Did you know that the roots behind the mysterious and brilliant culture of the Fire Empire are those great creatures that are close to eternity. They were once the masters of the world and later influenced all aspects of the empire, including food culture."
"What are they...?" Luo Nai asked in confusion.
Chapter completed!