Mission in another world with my transformed best friend

However, the maid did not push the food cart to the table, but placed it aside and stood still. Zhang Lan walked over, blocked the food tray with her body, and after drawing everyone's attention to herself, she spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no, I should say you slaves who originally had no names, how many times have you eaten roast chicken in your memory?"

A girl secretly counted and replied, "This is the 27th time we've eaten roast chicken..."

Zhang Lan nodded with a smile.

"You remember very well, but you're wrong. You only ate it 26 times, not 27, because you might not get to eat this roast chicken today..."

"Ah, Your Majesty, why?" A young girl swallowed hard and immediately asked.

"Yes, why? You ask me why... I want to know why too. I remember very clearly the scene when I first brought you here, the first time you saw the roast chicken, you went crazy. At that time, I was thinking, why could an ordinary roast chicken make you do such irrational and crazy things? Can anyone tell me why..."

One of the girls immediately raised her hand and spoke.

"Well, Your Grace, because we used to only be able to eat bread that was as hard as a rock and smelled bad, so..."

"Yes! I've looked into what you were eating before. It was 'emergency rations' that many adventurers carried with them for ten or twenty days after returning to town, without having a chance to eat, and were bought cheaply by slave traders. They might even have monster blood on them. And they bought them in huge quantities, just piling them up on the ground. When it was time to feed you, they would fill up a dirty little cart and push it over, then dump it on the ground near the iron cage like feeding livestock, and you would fight over it. Now I want to ask, was that bread tasty?"

The girls' previously calm and puzzled faces now displayed expressions of disgust and helplessness...

Upon seeing this, Zhang Lan continued.

"Yes, there, the food you long for to survive is worse than livestock feed. If you get sick from the food, no one will sympathize with you, let alone treat you... If you fall ill, you will be dragged out and buried in a pit. Because the slave traders are worried that these diseases will spread to other slaves, in order to avoid 'losses,' they can only get rid of the 'sick people' as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

As Wang Kai listened quietly, a feeling of extreme disgust and fear welled up inside him. He only knew the surface and superficial aspects of the "slave system," and this was the first time he had heard someone explain these deeper phenomena in such detail, word by word.

To be honest, these children are incredibly lucky to have met Zhang Lan. They get to have clean clothes, clean food, safe shelter, and soft beds, just like normal girls...

But what exactly does Zhang Lan mean by choosing this time to put on such a show? Why didn't she give me any prior notice? The aroma of those roasted chickens is making my mouth water too.

As Zhang Lan spoke, the girls recalled how they had witnessed some of their companions suddenly collapse and develop high fevers in the slave merchant guild, and were dragged out by several strong men. At the time, they did not know what happened to those companions afterward, only that none of them had ever returned.

Now, upon hearing that they had been "dealt with," a deep-seated fear, originating from the very core of their being, spread across the faces of every girl, including Ilya...

Seeing that the "climate" had arrived, Zhang Lan did not intend to reveal anything more "frightening," after all, they were still young. However, this was part of the "plan," and if the fear instilled was too great, it would have the opposite effect... So she coughed a few times and said.

"I won't go into details about the past. Now, I'm bestowing upon you names and the title 'Raffi Girls,' and even designing special 'work uniforms' for you. The purpose is to attach a 'label' that fundamentally distinguishes each of you from other slaves, and this 'label' has a unique and irreplaceable representativeness. In addition, I'm teaching you the technique of treading grapes to make wine, so that from now on, you can eat roast chicken every meal, wear new clothes every day, sleep in soft beds, and receive immediate medical treatment even if you get sick, and you'll never be dragged away by strangers again..."

"Saintess! Really?"

The girls' voices overlapped, and this hopeful tone was clearly different from the slaves' previous responses.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lan felt that all her efforts had been worthwhile. She quickly seized the opportunity and emphasized her words slightly.

"It's definitely true. I truly hope that each of you can live the same life as me in the future, without worrying about food and drink, without suffering from illness, and without fear of danger. Because you are 'Lafite Girls,' the 'treasures' nurtured by my 'Hermitage of the World.' When 'Lafite Generation II' is officially launched tomorrow, your achievements will give you a new identity and status."

"Identity? Status?"

The two unfamiliar words left the girls somewhat bewildered, but Ilya stood up and asked.

"After we were reduced from slaves to ordinary people, can we still have better identities and higher status?"

Zhang Lan nodded.

"Yes, you just need to remember the requirements I've made for each of you during every work session over the past month. These requirements are tailored to each of your individual differences, just like every step you take is unique to you, something each of you has figured out on your own, and no one can imitate it. And the 'Lafite series' under your feet are your unique achievements, understand?"

The girls looked at each other, still struggling to process the information, and Ilya was also completely overwhelmed.

Wang Kai, however, had grasped the meaning behind Zhang Lan's words. Seeing the awkward silence, he immediately ran to the food truck, coughed a few times, and prepared to say a few words.

"Hey, what are you doing running up here? Don't you even know what I'm talking about?"

"What you're saying is too profound. Watch me..."

Wang Kai casually picked up a roast chicken, so hot that he almost dropped it. He then put it on a plate, walked around the large dining table, attracting the attention of all the girls, and pointed at the roast chicken, saying...

"Just now, Lan... what the Holy Maiden meant was that if you want to eat roast chicken that smells and looks delicious every day, you must do one thing: remember the grape-picking methods she taught you before. Don't forget things like 'how much to stomp on the grapes, don't stomp on the skin repeatedly, and don't stomp on the seeds'... and don't tell anyone else. That way, you can be guaranteed to eat roast chicken every time, as well as roast lamb, roast beef, and roast fish. You can eat whatever you want just by asking, understand?"

The words were simple and easy to understand, and the dozens of girls quickly grasped them and nodded in unison.

Zhang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, then scanned the room once more before revealing the most crucial and ultimate goal.

"From now on, the label 'Lafite Girl' will be the most crucial guarantee for your future good life... However, this must be earned through your 'hard work.' When you reach a certain stage and have the means, you can also, like me, redeem some girls who are also enslaved and teach them how to make the 'Lafite Series.' Once they have learned it, you must repeat to them every word I said today, understand?"

"understand!"

"Alright, I hereby declare the 27th 'Raffles Girl's' Roast Chicken Feast to begin!"

Seeing the group of girls whose gazes had become somewhat determined, Zhang Lan finally smiled and personally packed plate after plate of roast chicken, placing them one by one in front of each girl...

"I prayed fervently to the gods, thanking them and the 'saint' sister for the food they provided... I began to eat."

After the pre-meal prayer, the girls began their unusual lunch. Perhaps Zhang Lan had planted the seed of "passing on the torch" in each of their hearts, and each of them began to think about personal issues they had never considered before, for themselves and for the future.

This time, when everyone put the fragrant roasted chicken into their mouths, there was none of the previous "frantic grabbing for food." On the faces of these girls, who were facing their future for the first time in their lives, an expression called "hope" slowly appeared...