My Empire

"Ah!" In the closed room, a man was screaming with his own head. The magic robe on his body is full of pleats, just look disgusting like a rag.

Outside the thick door, several magicians listened to the voice in the room, and the face was regrettable and shakes the brain.

"This failed ... It's a frustrating thing." One of the magicians took a look on my sheepskin and recorded my name.

Another magician standing in front of him dignified, and added his name on the recording sheepskin paper handed over to the other person, and then satisfied his sputum words, cold sigh: "Maybe wait We have succeeded that this war is over. "

"War will not end! At least, we will not be easy to admit." One of the magicians knocked his fists and said in a dimly shaped corridor.

"Yeah, thousands of years, we think how to deal with anti, but now, we want to discuss the victory with the ant ants." He is around, an old magician is ridiculous: "For a few years Time, the magic empire has to be awarded some mortals to the head? Sad! "

When they discuss the fall and sorrow of the magic empire, the man in the room was still screaming, as if it was attacked by something.

He struggled on the bed in the room, and his hands seem to pinch your head: "Ah! Stop down! Stop down! Ah!!"

Unfortunately, these magicians outside the room seem to have no interest in the scream of the compatriots in the room, and they even looked up, from the fall of the magic empire, discussed the choice of dinner.

Some smuggled businessmen want to find the law from Elan Hill to the tight product in the magical empire. For example, can, such as some stewed seasoning packages, these things are often selling high prices in the magic empire.

So, for some senior magicians, Allah Hill's cans, and those delicious places are worthy of respect. They even think that the seasoning is a great season, the mortal is still a bad mortal.

"This damn war ... is really more irritating." A magician walked forward while looked forward, and summed up his own statement.

In his opinion, the most serious problem is to reduce the total amount of smuggling of delicious food such as cans, so that these "expensive" noble food cannot be easily found.

Unfortunately, he doesn't know that in Allair, in the most rich cities, cans have been in place with instant noodles.

Become a low-selling product.

"You don't know, I only opened a bag of Budr mustard a few days ago, the taste, this is a big one." The other will show off the magician with his back.

With the outbreak of the war, it is very difficult to get some of Allah Hill "Gourmet", can eat some of the symbol of strength.

Therefore, these high-level magicians living high, the focus of sports, that is, these people miss, but it is unable to get luxury goods.

"Can you eat Bude's mustard? I heard that the annual output of the places in that place is only dozens of pounds, the price is quite expensive." A magical colleague envied.

After all, his home has not had a delicious Elanle specialties for several days.

In the Empire, there are fewer human high-grade magical empire in the world, and the dishes from Ailan Hill are also divided into three six nineteen.

The first dish is the seasoning bag used by stewing, and the stew is put in the meat. It is called an aroma to overflow in the Empire. Such a seasoning package is ready to use the cloth bag, repeated use a few times, have not tasted it, Discarded.

The second dish is the canned meat. The kind of "meat" with starch soft sweet sags, it is really a delicious world: similar to the fish can, the canned fruit can be a super best selling three feet. Product.

The three-class dish is a beef, such as a mustard, which is also very popular. After all, the price is relatively cheap. From Elan Hill, smuggling to the Empire, prices and gold are all overweight ...

In the same year, our Chris Emperor had a joke of Grisen's soil magicians to buy radio posts with equal gold. In the Empire, the magician here used to buy Budr mustilemble with equal gold, you Didn't miss the wrong, Bud brand mustard ...

This group discussed the smell of the magicians of mustorphic, and a few words were swallowed, and there was a spiritual realm of Wangmei.

They don't know, when they talk about this, in the distant sacred Evil's original southern border area, the Wild Warfare Force of Allah Hill, the ordinary soldiers who have eaten half of the Bud mustard to the mud In the beginning of the grievances, the lambiance started to fight in the south.

Eating Bud mustard and the soldiers who have starch can complain the most, that is, the food is too bad. They enjoy the full supply of feats every day, and even additional candies have to add physical strength ...

I have eaten too many people with the ordinary soldiers of pickles, I don't know what they don't want to lose them in the dirt, and they are as precious in some places and gold ...

In the distant Cyreis city, in front of a shelf in the supermarket, a big waist round waitress lost the tank that piled up to the foot of the feet, and loudly and loudly, "can be expired, one Discounted! Sales while stock! "

Of course, she doesn't know, in some places, many people can't eat Bud mustard, if she knows, maybe she screaming will be more abundant.

In the dark channels of the Empire, these words that "the food" magicians have come to front of another heavy iron gate.

They stopped their own footsteps and didn't hear the scream inside. Several magicians who have become accustomed to the scream first, then look at each other's eyes.

Soon, these magicians confirmed that they were not their own ears, so a magician surprised by a magician: "Open!"

A nearest magist of the door quickly reached out, opened a small window on the door, and the magician headed by the headband immediately and looked at the situation inside.

Then he didn't see the body, the young magician did not commit suicide, but sat on his bed, closed his eyes carefully.

"It's great! The device is valid!" The magist of the head returned to his head next to the small window, and how to hide the show on the face.