. "Cheers to welcome all friends from the Mainland of Mazka!"

In the canteen with high-end oak floors and exquisitely decorated, more than eighty mages, sailors and soldiers stood in a solemn manner. They erected high-level glasses of pulp in the river of flame wine, wine and beer, and expressed their highest respect to the five people who had experienced many difficulties and dangers!

Since it was the first trial voyage, the Xiangrui was not full, and there were only more than a hundred members of the ship. In order to make the atmosphere as lively as possible, except for the necessary duty positions, the rest of the people who could free up all wore their best clothes and came to attend this welcome banquet. Because it was related to international diplomacy, Feili, as the organizer, naturally had to do his best to avoid having his own name in front of the guests on the Mazka mainland.

Melodious tunes flow out of the magic music box, sprinkling spacious space; the magic lamp changes in blurry colors, reflecting mottled luster on the smooth oak board; the magic images temporarily made in the center of the canteen reflect three-dimensional images of famous places and historical sites in various parts of the empire... But these abusive magical magic still cannot cover up an embarrassing fact: from any angle, the banquet tonight is really not on the table---there is no grand band, no neatly dressed servant, no funny clowns and artists, no fragrant clothes and clouds, and graceful socialites. The only druid who knows how to perform juggling also stole wine before the banquet, and is now drunk on the deck and blowing incense with magic attacks. How can it smell a scent of toilet disinfectant...

Owo, who is good at necromancers, is happy to provide some zombie musicians and servants. There are even zombie dancers, but no one has necrophilia, and after watching it, they may feel disgusting and unable to eat. This will further strengthen the guest's misconception: the Naserel Empire is a perverted country led by perverts. Although this is not a complete misunderstanding, the leaders on the ship are really perverted...

Under the skillful hands of the fake genius Al, the cafeteria was made of countless colorful cardboards, and was filled with paper flowers like the mourning hall. In addition, all kinds of magic decorations that were unheard of, it seemed like a dream fairyland in the eyes of those who were unaware of it. However, the people attending the banquet did not look like a fairy--because they had no intention of holding a banquet at the sea, and they were obsessed with exploring magical researcher is also one of the most undecorated people in the world. Even after searching the entire Successful Success, they still couldn't find a few decent and beautiful clothes! Feili's cheap master supported a few women's clothing, but the size was not suitable. Therefore, the hall was either gray mage robe or sailor suits filled with sweat and stains. Even those officers did not bring military dresses. They had to wear a battle uniform that was yellow and brown, which was awkward no matter how you looked.

As a result, everyone had no idea of ​​dancing, just holding wine glasses to each other and talking about boring topics, looking like homeless people smuggling into the fairyland. They were listless and yawning. They were both like sows and were more than a hundred times, and they also seemed to be addicts who entered the late stage.

Although the environment and atmosphere of the banquet are flawed, the problem of wine and food is even more serious. Because it is on a boat that has been on a long-term trip to sea, the Xiangrui is not a luxury passenger ship. Therefore, although the chef has done his best, the wine and food still seem shabby due to the limitations of the ingredients: the appetizer before the meal is nuts and dried fish fillets, the first dish is fried pickled green fish, and the second dish is mushroom pickled soup--the mushroom in the soup is or the necromancer cultivated by Owo, the necromancer in the bottom cabin. The taste is so unpalatable and full of the gloomy atmosphere of the tomb.

The side dishes are quite limited in number, and if they are distributed evenly, each person can only get a small piece. The main dishes are hard biscuits, meat-cooked batter made of bacon and dried vegetables, as well as some sporadic crumbled cheese, sausages and fried meat pie. When eating these things, everyone should pray very religiously, begging God to bless you not to have a major appearance on the plate, and find a fresh rat or cockroach or two.

According to the custom, cold dishes should be vegetables or fruit salads, but after going to sea for more than ten days, the vegetables and fruits in the freezer had been eaten. In the end, I had to open the remaining canned fruits for emergency treatment, and the insufficient parts were replaced with fruit candy. The cream and butter on the boat all grew hairy in the tropical seas, but the chocolate was melted into syrup by the scorching sun of the tropical region, and now it is just right to apply hard bread.

The wine on the boat also had a little wine and beer, both in quality and quantity. For this reason, Owo had to contribute the flaming wines he had brought. However, this wine, just like its name, was so high that it could be lit with matches, and was not suitable for serving meals. Except for a few old alcoholics, the rest of the people were almost choked with tears from the strong smell of alcohol, and their mouths were burnt as if they were burning, and they had to pour ice water into their throats one by one.

"The conditions on the ship are simple, and I really can't bring out many good things to entertain, so I'll laugh at you." Feili held a glass of beer and said to Jingshui Youhu with a little embarrassed look, "Come on, Master, I'll give you a glass!"

"Where, where, donor is too polite." The old monk smiled and twisted his white beard and touched a cup with Feili. "I haven't tasted such a sumptuous banquet for a long time."

"Haha, the master is over." Feili smiled dryly and drank the beer, not taking the other party's words seriously: Even if you were a little miserable while drifting on the sea, you were a distinguished guest who often went to and from Tekumse's palace. The generous king who could casually take out so many gold, silver and treasures as a gift would not even be reluctant to hold a decent banquet!

Half an hour after the banquet began, most of the people in the cafeteria had stopped eating and watched the amazing performances of several foreign visitors in a daze.

"Is this... hallucination? Or are they all the bloodline of ogres?" Feiri murmured. Seeing others eating make him sweat and creepy. This is the first time he has experienced it. "They're like a black hole in their stomachs!"

"Yes, it seems that I have never eaten much in my life..." The female vampire professor couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "This reminds me of the meal that Consul Ganmeir invited at the beginning of this year... Alas, they are all a group of miserable people!"

Amid the surprised and pity of everyone, the old monk, Azhisha, and three other members of the envoys all shook their cheeks, cracked their back teeth, swallowed them voraciously, and swept the wind and clouds, and sent all kinds of food to their mouths. One by one, they ate the blue veins on the sun. The flaming wine that normal people could pour at most was filled with six barrels of fire. Even the most gentle Azhisha drank at least half a barrel, and then her face was not red, she was not angry, and her two rows of teeth flew up and down, constantly eliminating the food. At most, she went out to the toilet halfway.

The two of them had tiger-backed and bear-backed and bald tattoos, which are said to be strong men from the lower-level nobles in the Mazka continent, and they eat the most terrifyingly. Although the other people were eating and drinking very quickly, they were at least "eating" and "drinking" wine, and these two were simply swallowing the rice and filling the wine! They picked up a small pot of chowder batter, and when they slurped the spoon, they fell into their mouths, then closed their mouths, and immediately opened and replaced them with another pot. The full pot of chowder batter just now disappeared in an instant as if they had been involved in the magic of space transfer.

The image of eating was already surprising enough, but these two people were even more generous when drinking flaming wine - holding the half-person-high oak barrel and pouring it into their stomachs like filling a hot water bottle! After seeing this scene, Feili was really worried: Will so much high-concentration alcohol spontaneously ignite in their stomachs?

There is also a man who is said to be a thin man in Kuzakra who eats normally, but his taste is very picky: he especially likes to eat desserts. The only few canned fruits were almost all in his stomach. He ate about a hundred chocolate breads by himself, and chewed hard fruit candy to make his teeth, which was even more fragrant than eating meat. In the end, there was really no sweets to eat, and he even licked the white sugar used to make coffee!

As for the chicken legs in the left hand, the dried fish in the right hand, the mouth full of cheese, and the ear of Princess Azhisha; and the old monk Jingshui Youhu, whose white beard was soaked with wine and empty plates in front of him, although he looked like he hadn't eaten enough for decades, it was quite normal in comparison.

Looking at the five people who were overeating from afar and swearing to eat and wear the bottom of the boat, everyone on the Xiangrui River couldn't help but sigh, and even gave up the food on their plate with great sympathy. Feili's brows also frowned, feeling a little confused.

"We probably haven't abused them in terms of food in the past two days! Why are we so hungry?" he said to a priest with a ship in confusion, "What have you given them all?"

"Your Excellency, in order to prevent their stomach and intestines from bearing it, we arranged for them to drink porridge in the first meal, and later changed it to meat porridge. The next thing was the same as ours." The pastor also found it very strange, "There is a lot of food to be distributed to them? The digestive function of these Mazka natives is too terrifying!"

Feili's brows frowned even more, and even the crispy fish in his mouth seemed to have lost its taste. His plate contained a flying fish that had not grown eyes on the deck today, frying it in butter until golden on both sides, sprinkled with pepper and green onions. Such rare fresh food can only be found in the small stove that the captain opened.

"Let's do this. After the banquet is over, please check them again to see if they have broken their stomachs..."

"Luojia, do you have tobacco?"

Before Feili could finish her order, a tender but magnetic voice suddenly rang behind her back. He looked back and saw that Azhisha, who was slightly drunk, came over at some point. Her bronze face was so red and hot that she was soaked by the smell of alcohol. She held a military pipe that she had got from somewhere in her hand and swayed in front of her.

"Sorry, I don't smoke." Feili shook her hand and explained, but the priest of the Sui Ship took out a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and handed them to Azhisha, "Do you want the cigarette?"

"Thank you!" Azhisha took the pack of cigarettes, took one and put it in her mouth, "Can you help me borrow some more fire?"

Feiri had no choice but to ignite a tuft of flames at her fingertips and lit the cigarette for her, "Your Highness, I heard that you are only nineteen years old this year, so it's not good to start smoking so early!"

Azhisha's expression was very surprised, "The customs here are really strange. It's too early to smoke at the age of nineteen?" She lowered her head and took a sip, then happily spit out a big smoke ring, "I'm already ten years old now!"

"Ten years of smoking...you have been smoking since you were nine!" Feili's voice suddenly increased by octave.

"Yes, what's so strange about this?" Azhisha shrugged, "For us, unless we are so poor that we can't afford to buy cigarettes, we all started smoking since we were young. My father was less than six years old when he first smoked! And he was already a little addicted to smoking, but he just smoked once or twice a night. But it was because of this that he often burned the bed sheets..."

Feili was speechless. It seemed that no matter what world it was in, there would be unlucky smokers who burned themselves to death because they smoked in bed...

"...We often have to fight wars over the years, and the conditions are very bad. Sometimes we can't even eat enough, so it's even more difficult to get cigarettes. Although smoking is very helpful in eliminating stress, once we lose smoking, the person is not energetic, and he feels like there are ants crawling all over his body..." Azhisha greedily sucking cigarettes while muttering in a common word with a strange sound.

"Since it's so difficult, isn't it okay if you quit smoking?" Feiri couldn't help but interrupt.

Azhisha smiled proudly.

"Haha, my father has always taught us that we must not bow to difficulties! We are all strong-minded people who are made of special materials, so we can naturally smoke cigarettes produced by special materials. As long as it can smoke after ignition, I have even smoked the fuse!"

Feili: "…"
Chapter completed!