What did you do with the dice?

Rusalka: "Hmm, what do you say?"

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Phoenix looked at the pots of stir-fried vegetables and a bowl of white rice in front of her, then glanced at the relatively clean stove. She picked up the chopsticks and tasted a bite, then quickly put them down.

Rusalka watched Maomao take a bite, then with a skeptical look on her face, she picked up the food with her chopsticks and took another bite. After tasting it, she fell silent.

Mm, it still tastes the same as before.

Sanitta was smarter and simply didn't eat a single bite.

In summary, this dish has a beauty that comes from the Song Dynasty - an era without iron pots.

The three of them sat there in silence, making Rusalka feel a little embarrassed: (I admit, the taste is a little different from what I imagined. I thought that according to the theory that more water means more flour, more water means more flour, so if this dish is too salty, you can add more water to make it lighter.)

Sunita: (Oh, I was wondering why you added water in four batches when stir-frying. I thought you wanted to make vegetable soup, but you only added a little at a time. I think this must be some kind of secret recipe. Thank you, Master Alchemist.)

Rusalka: (Don't argue. I'll definitely use it next time.)

Rusalka pulled a bottle of jam from her pocket and placed it next to Phoenix's bowl. "Phoenix, I actually have a bottle of apple jam hidden here. Seeing that you've worked so hard behind enemy lines today, I'll give it to you as a reward. As for the bread, those soldiers should have it with them. Ask them for some. It's delicious with this dip."

Phoenix did not accept the applesauce, but picked up the chopsticks on the table again, picked up the bowl, and slowly began to eat it bite by bite, taking a small bite of vegetables and then adding a big mouthful of rice.

The agricultural productivity in this world is very high. One farmer can probably support dozens of people. Maybe it's because of magic, or maybe DM didn't want to take food issues into consideration when creating this world.

Although it is not as exaggerated as in the 21st century where everyone can have enough to eat, if there is no class gap between nobles and commoners, with the current population size, it is still very easy for ordinary people to just have enough to eat, without considering nutritional issues. At least basic foods such as rice and whole bread are cheap and plentiful.

Most nobles didn't even eat these things. They ate wheat white bread with wine. Some martial nobles didn't eat staple foods and relied on animal meat as their main meals.

Rusalka couldn't stand it any longer and went up to snatch the bowl from Phoenix's hand. As Phoenix stared at him while chewing, he put the bowl down awkwardly, stood up from his chair, and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll get it for you. I'm the lord, and it's nothing shameful to just get some bread."

Sanitita: (Is it shameful to fail at alchemy?)

Rusalka would not be mocked by his brother, because the cat ate the food he cooked, no matter whether it tasted good or not, he was always happy, and even had the mood to joke: (As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success, but if you are willing to give me some money, you are paying for success.)

This was quite interesting, and it successfully amused Sanitta. So Sanitta decided not to laugh at his brother's joke any longer and told Rusalka the truth: "Well, actually, I sent a letter to the army asking the nearby farmers to help cook. It should be delivered in a few minutes."

Rusalka was stunned at the door: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Sanita smiled at him and replied in the private chat channel: (Isn't this someone who wants to show off himself? How can I not give him the opportunity to show off?)

Rusalka was a little annoyed: (Aren’t you afraid they’ll serve us poisonous chicken soup?)

Sanitita laughed. "Don't forget, poison is a product of alchemy in this world, a luxury. How would farmers get the money to buy it? Secondly, we're paying them to cook. Thirdly, a random stone thrown here can hit a paladin. How can you be as professional as them at identifying whether food is poisonous?"

Rusalka, who had rarely encountered a flaw presented to her by Sanita, replied triumphantly: (Hello, yes, are you looking for a paladin?)

Sanitta: (Fuck, I forgot you are a paladin, then why are you barking like a dog?)

Rusalka: (Why? I just mention it.)

Not long after, someone did come to bring them food.

But it wasn't the food that was brought in. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Custer.

His expression was a bit complicated, and it seemed that he had just returned from next door. After all, he was a "former" reserve member of the Angel Left Wing, so it was normal for him to know Sarolt and the others. It was a rare opportunity for him to have some free time, so he would definitely chat with them more or less.

However, he wasn't here to discuss these trivial matters with Rusalka. He simply wanted to pass on a message: "Captain Sarolt asked me to ask the Lord if we would like to have a meal together. We are all comrades on the battlefield, and we could exchange some feelings. They were worried that coming in person might be offensive, so they asked me, your knight, to invite you."

Rusalka didn't want to eat with them at first, after all, they were a little close to Theresa. Although Theresa might not care about a captain of her knights, he was afraid that she would care about him, the Lord of Pearl Tears, because of Sarrot's bragging about intelligence.

But now we are in the critical period of the siege. Although we have taken the north city wall, it does not mean that we have taken the northern city area. If the enemy has a strong consciousness of resistance, we will have to face brutal street fighting. Even if the street fighting is over, we still have to take the city lord's mansion to win.

Before that, we have to wait for the reserve troops to deliver siege equipment and the like. In case the city defense of the City Lord's Mansion is relatively good, having siege equipment will facilitate subsequent advancement.

Although the magic cannon can be used, Rusalka can't carry it across half the city. This thing is now fixed on the city wall to guard against the city guards on the east and west sides who may come back to support at any time. Sanita has no intention of bringing it inside.

Attacking a city is never something that can be accomplished in a day or two. If it were that easy, the gap between nobles with cities and those without would not be so great.

That's why the rapid fall of Alice City caught people off guard. Of course, this was also due to the fact that the people living in Alice City were all heartless nobles and upper classes. As long as the sickle didn't cut their heads, they didn't care about such a small matter as the change of owner of the inner city, let alone an organized and disciplined large-scale resistance.

Therefore, at this critical moment, Rusalka really had no reason to refuse their well-intentioned invitation.

"Haha, no problem. I was worried that the neighbors might not welcome me."

So Rusalka took Sanita, Phoenix and Caster to the big table next door to eat.

Rusalka: (There’s no other way, brother. When Theresa and I get married, we’ll have to invite colleagues like them to the banquet. We have to build good relationships with them now.)

Sanita: (Yes, at the wedding banquet, it’s okay for you to give as much money as you want. After all, dreams can bring you everything.)

Chapter 70: The Battle of Consonant (4)

Although Paladins have their own rules, they are relatively relaxed when it comes to eating. As long as the food is not treated cruelly or violates ethical taboos or morals, there is actually no need to avoid it.

Come to think of it, if everything is restricted, then he is not a paladin but an ascetic.

Not only the Filin people like to eat saury, humans also like to eat it, although it is not the fishing season yet, so there are no fat saury.

But there are pickled fish, and quite a lot of them.

This thing is not valuable in coastal cities, but it is still a delicacy in inland kingdoms like Sinidi. After all, rare things are valuable.

Compared to the "rare delicacies" that she would not touch unless she starved to death in her previous life, Rusalka felt that the beast meat here was more delicious, especially the rare Warcraft meat. Sanita would definitely agree with this point. After all, Warcraft was a "beast that could use magic" and was considered a type of mutant. Not only could magic cores be exchanged for gold coins, but the meat itself was also very delicious and expensive.

It was a pleasant surprise to find this in the military camp. It was probably a trophy hunted nearby.

Generally speaking, this thing can be divided into two types. One is that you have a chance to hunt but often cannot catch it, and the other is that you can catch it but often do not have the chance to hunt it. No matter which one it is, being able to bring it back is just luck.

Rusalka and Sanita will never feel hungry. If you only consider the benefits of eating, they only need to eat a little during a long rest.

It is precisely because of this that he particularly likes to enjoy delicious food. He will not be polite to these guys in front of him who have holy light flowing in their bodies and the Eight Honors and Eight Shames engraved in their bones. He has to be the first to pick up his chopsticks.

Sarolt first offered Rusalka a glass of water. Paladins were forbidden to drink excessively, especially on the battlefield, so he simply used water instead of wine. "Knight Rusalka, I personally admire your precise decision-making and your pre-battle encouragement. I imagine you must have been on many battlefields before, right?"

Ono standing next to him frowned, looking at the cup of water in his hand with a distressed look. Ever since Sarolt came here, the only joy in his life of smoking and drinking was once again deprived. After all, he couldn't be too presumptuous in front of his boss.

I finally made it to the rest period after the siege. I thought I could go back to the camp and secretly have a couple of drinks while Rusalka and Sarolt were having dinner and meeting, but I ended up being dragged over to have dinner with them.

After drinking a glass of water, his mouth felt bland and tasteless. When Ono thought of the bottle of liquor he had hidden in the compartment of the carriage, which had now been moved to his small room, he felt as if ants were crawling in his heart. He was worried that his roommate might have secretly drunk it, and he would be so angry that he would faint.

After all, if he was really drunk, could he still tell on the smugglers? He could only accept the loss in silence.

Rusalka knew Sarolt was probing him about his background, so he mentally said to Sanitta: (Report, I request the following answer: Yes, from the day 1109 was released, I was destined to be the chosen one. Not only do I have a lovely face, but I am also extremely powerful. From the moment I was born into this meta, I started to fight against the super-mainstream cheating deck called Beyblade.

In the year that followed, despite being invincible, I suffered several divine punishments, leaving my legs crippled. But even in a wheelchair, I still managed to reach the top of the win rate pie chart, creating a timeless saying: "What wheelchair? (Laughing) What wheelchair! (Contempt)" This is my Pearl Tears story.

Sanita: (Rejected. Please say something that has been processed by your brain and can be understood by normal people. Let them know that you have combat experience, but it is not much.)

Rusalka replied, "I haven't participated in many battles myself. I just read a lot of books, so I know a little bit about it."

Sunny Tower rolled his eyes imperceptibly, which really proved the saying that the more you lack something, the more you brag about it.

"Do Knight Rusalka and Lady Saint know each other?"

Rusalka subconsciously wanted to deny: "No..."

Sanitieta: (Brother Xiao, we can't say we don't know them. They were sent by the Saint. We don't understand the Saint's rhetoric to deceive them. I can only answer "I don't know much, I just heard about it.")

Rusalka thought it would be nice to practice Tai Chi and go back: "I don't know much about it, I just heard about it."

Sarolt: "Then what kind of existence do you think the Saint Lady is?"

Rusalka: (She's like my wife.)

Sanitta was concentrating on fighting with Phoenix for the barbecue on the table, and rarely complained about Rusalka.

Without Sanita's instructions, Rusalka answered on her own: "She's... fine."

Rusalka: (Dude, why don’t you complain about me?)

Sanita: (Actually, I just wanted to see if you had the guts to tell me, and Phoenix is ​​almost done eating the meat.)

Only then did Rusalka realize that there was indeed not much meat left on the plate of meat on the table. He cursed Sarolt next door in his heart, saying, "Didn't your teacher teach you that being a polite child is to eat in silence?" At the same time, he quickly picked up his chopsticks and joined the crowd grabbing the meat.

It was obvious that this group of clergy had no experience in the drinking culture. They had agreed to exchange feelings with each other, but in the end, apart from a few words of praise and a few words of chat at the beginning, there were no other pleasantries. Everyone finished the meal quietly, discussed the future plans briefly, and then dispersed.

Before Caster followed Rukasha, he looked back at Sarolt, who smiled at him and nodded slightly. Caster then sighed softly and turned to leave.

After Rusalka and her group left, Sarolt and several patriarchs cleaned up the dishes together tacitly and took them to the sink to wash.

After washing the dishes in his hands, Sarolt, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Do you think Rusalka has met the Saint?"

Nicia responded quietly, "You've seen it, haven't you?"

Sarolt: "I think so. From the time I joined the Knights to now, even though I've become the Captain of the Angels' Left Wing, the Saint has always been a 'legend' that lives on in Wright Cathedral. I've asked many people, and everyone's descriptions of the Saint are different from mine. Some believe she's the incarnation of a god, someone who's existed for thousands of years. And the young man whose faith was just wavering just now described the Saint as a woman around 30 years old."

Nicia: "But we did meet the Saint before, right?"

Sarolt: "Yes, in my memory, I once had an encounter with the Saint Lady, but that once clear memory has gradually become very vague with the passage of time. Now I can't remember the Saint Lady's appearance, but I only remember the longing in my heart that inspired me to persist on the path of justice.

If I were to describe it, the image of the Saint in my mind should be 'angel', right? I think she should be an angel."

The two patriarchs beside them nodded at the same time, obviously agreeing with what Sarolt said.

Sarolt: "But that Rusalka used the word 'pretty good' to describe her. It's hard for strangers to use this word to describe each other. He seems to know more about the Saint than our brief encounter. He must have met her more than once, and it wasn't long since they last met.

I'm also very concerned about one thing. I've asked many, many of my comrades, and almost everyone in the Knights, and they've all said they have no specific memories but have definitely seen the Saint. But Rusalka says she hasn't, which is very strange in itself."

If the Iron Tower of Sani were here, he would definitely feel that his talent was wasted. With the support of the existing perspective and information, it is incredible that Sarolt's guess was completely correct.

Of course, Rusalka's statement that he had never seen it exposed a flaw, but there was nothing he could do about it. He and Sanitta knew too little about Theresa herself, so it was inevitable that many details would be missed.

Luo Er Luo La: "Oh, so he just lied? But why?"

Sarolt: "Perhaps there's a reason why the Saint Lady can't easily appear before the world. She might truly be the messenger of God, our guide on the path of glory and faith. Therefore, she will only appear once to those who are qualified to be accepted by the Light God."

Nicea: "That makes sense, but if you say that, it's impossible for mortals to meet the Saint in Light Cathedral every day. Aren't the Sisters of Radiance in Light Cathedral specifically responsible for the Saint's daily life? Only the captains of the major knightly orders are occasionally summoned to meet the Saint."

Sarolt: "Is what we heard necessarily true? The Sisters of Radiance said so because they have never left the cathedral. How could I dare to ask them such a thing in the cathedral? As for the leader... well, I didn't dare to ask him privately."

Nicia rolled up her sleeves and threw the bowl into the basin. "You're always brooding over this. What kind of answer can you come up with just by thinking? Come on, why don't we just go find Rusalka and ask her for the answer?"

Sarolt grabbed her arm and said, "No, no, no, when will you stop being so impatient? You've been like this since you were little. Look, you scolded the bishop this time because of me, and as a result, you were sent to the front with me. When will you change this bad habit?"

Nicia blushed slightly and turned her head and said, "This is great! If I hadn't come, and if you accidentally died on the front line, I would have foolishly prayed for your safe return every day in the church. Now I can save myself the trouble. If we're going to die, we can die together."

Roll Lola frowned. "Patriarch Nicaea, we are at war right now, and Knight Commander Sarolt is our commander-in-chief. Don't be so unlucky."

Sarolt waved his hand and defended Nicia, saying, "It's okay. She and I grew up together. She's just not very good with her words. She doesn't mean any harm. Don't take it to heart."

Nicia whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Sarolt continued, "Let me tell you, think about it carefully. If Rusalka is really able to see the Saint Lady on a daily basis as we suspected, then the fact that he can move freely outside now means that he is at least on the same level as our leader."

Nicia picked up the plate again, put the washed one aside, and said suddenly, "Oh, that's right."

Sarolt: "Now you understand why we have to think twice before we act. If we rashly ask them, what if they think we have other intentions and then find a way to directly contact my captain or even the Saint? Wouldn't that make it look like I'm questioning the Saint's identity?"

Nicea nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yeah, sorry, I didn't think that much."

Sarolt: "So I only asked a few questions today. We can learn more about other things later when we get to know him better."

Nisia said angrily, "You only tell half the story. It makes us curious about Rusalka's identity and we can't sleep at night. You might as well not tell us."

Sarolt: "I thought he was a bit arrogant before, but now it seems that I misjudged him. He was just confident as a strong man. Fortunately, I was just joking at the time, and he probably won't care.

The reason why I am saying this here today is to ask you to be a little more careful about your words and actions in front of him, especially you, Nisia. I know you have wanted to ask him this and that for a long time, but you didn’t have the chance because I was with you all the time. I heard before that when I went to negotiate, you found that Sanita and wanted to ask about Rusalka, right?

"But he was dismissed with a simple remark: 'The Great Knight is also a baron on the border of the Kingdom of Snidi, and it's inherited from his family.' If Ms. Lola hadn't stopped you, would you have still asked for a detailed list of the territory and Rusalka's personal information? Better be careful."

Nicia's eyes were a little evasive. "How could I? Last time I was just a little concerned about the reliability of my ally. What if he's a bad guy?"

Sarolt put the last washed bowl aside and sighed: "Even if he is a bad guy, this is a protection order from above, which is said to be given by the Saint Lady herself. Do you still want to disobey?

Well, it's getting late, you should all go back and rest early. Tomorrow, the enemy reinforcements may attack this side, and falling asleep on the battlefield can be fatal."

After Sarolt left, Nicea stomped her feet on the floor and whispered, "What's so great about that? That Rusalka looks about my age. I'm also a patriarch."

Roll Lola took her hand and said earnestly, "You are indeed very talented, but I think what Knight Sarolt said makes sense. Rusalka's age and information might be a lie. He might even be an instructor who came here specifically to test our training. No matter where you are, it's always better to be cautious."

Nisia fell silent and followed her back to the small room they were assigned to rest.

As for Rusalka, who had many imagined identities at this time, she was currently distributing jam in the room.

Rusalka: "I brought the bread, half for Phoenix and half for Sanita. Now, give me the empty shell. There's still a lot inside. I'll eat it with the inside."

Sanita: "Why give so much to Phoenix?"

Rusalka: (You're asking me why? How should I answer? Or maybe I'll just say, "Haha, because I'm a bootlicker, I'm trying hard to improve Phoenix's favorability." What do you think?)

Sunita: (Although I support your idea, I have to defend myself. I was actually trying to give you a way out. You gave her so much, and you ate the empty bottle yourself. Phoenix would definitely feel embarrassed. Put yourself in her shoes. If you were Phoenix, would you let the other person eat the empty bottle?)

Rusalka: (Indeed, I was inconsiderate. I will think of an explanation right away.)

However, Sanitta guessed wrong. Before Rusalka could follow Sanitta's black face and speak, Phoenix decisively wrapped herself in black mist and ran into the shadow plane holding a piece of bread with jam, with no intention of returning it.