Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

There were three who came, the three apprentices who were responsible for taking care of him.

Roval, who was at the forefront, trotted over and said, "Sorcerer Heath, why are you here again? Didn't we say so? We will prepare any food you need for you."

As he spoke, he looked left and right, somewhat disgusted in his eyes.

Only the big-headed soldiers cook in the square. The fortress is an independent restaurant with considerable specifications for spellcasters, not to mention wizards, even apprentices and even knights with a little status rarely come here. local.

Heath said: "It doesn't matter, it's the same wherever you eat."

The three of Roval wanted to say something more.

Heath has already said arbitrarily: "Okay, I can decide what I have for lunch, you three go back."

After saying that, he ignored the three of them, picked up the tongs next to him and stabbed it into the charcoal fire, took a boiled potato from it, tore the charred skin, and set fire to the charcoal if he didn't dislike it at all. Ash ate it.

His approachability once again made the soldiers respected and even flattered. The class cognition of this world is imprinted in the bones, and there is always a layer between the upper and lower ranks, and that is the existence of identity recognition.

It's not that there aren't any wizards like Hiss who can blend in naturally with ordinary warriors, but that's also extremely rare.

"This..."

The three of Roval looked at each other in dismay, and even Heath stayed, how could the three of them leave.

As a Muggle, Cadilla was the first to accept the reality. He advocated to the remaining two: "Since this is the case, let's dine here and see if we can help."

Now the remaining two people are reluctant and have nothing to say.

Soon, the food came.

The cooking is beef, mixed with potatoes, radishes, etc., boiled in a pot until rotten, and finally put on special spices, very conventional cooking methods, the special thing is that the spices here are specially made by wizards, and some are mixed into them. Magic material, has some effects that can restore stamina.

The beef that comes out in this way is fat but not greasy, and it seems to melt in the mouth in one bite, and a unique taste mixed with spices fills the whole mouth.

When the food is eaten and the spice has the effect, the obvious warmth can be felt in the lower abdomen, like a flame, and the endless power flows along the limbs to the whole body, and the tiredness of the body disappears in an instant. dissipated.

Sam shouted at Parandi: "Pointy ears, get your juice out, don't be so stingy!"

The teams dining here are all combat troops on vacation. Although Robert ruled the army strictly, the rest days would allow the soldiers to relax.

Palandi took out a jug, and as soon as the lid was lifted, a refreshing floral fragrance permeated from it, mixed with an earthy fragrance, making people feel as if they were in a lush forest.

This is the Lin Xin wine of the elves, a specialty of the elves.

Pallandi found a few clean oak cups and poured them into several people. Most elves have cleanliness and will not give their wine bags to other people, no matter how noble the other party's identity is.

Sitting on a half-pile,

Heath ate hot pot beef and drank elf wine, recklessly enjoying this exotic style with military style, relaxing his body and mind.

At this moment, he no longer regards himself as a wizard, but simply as a soldier on the front line, enjoying the life of a soldier.

Although Heath is obsessed with magic and is called a magic lunatic by the outside world, he is not prepared to let his life only be magic, and using magic to experience all kinds of life pleasures is what he really wants to do.

When there is time in the future, he is also going to live in the secular world for a while, doing nothing, just experiencing life as a mortal.

To become a knight, painter, carpenter or even a farmer, to feel the passage of time, to experience growing old.

As a wizard, he felt that it was best to experience everything. As a wizard, he had plenty of time for him to experience them.

Ordinary life also has the essence of ordinary life, and maybe you can learn something from it.

"Master Heath."

At this time, a human knight came over with a drink and asked: "I heard that the recruitment of soldiers has encountered difficulties recently. Is this true?"

The other soldiers next to him also talked about it.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen any recruits coming to the Scarlet Fortress for a long time."

"is not that right?"

"The team of recruits sent by White Heights two days ago was less than a thousand people, and I heard that the quality is not good."

"Wizard Heath, can you tell us something?"

Everyone looked at Heath.

Hiss nodded: "The source of troops is indeed a little nervous recently."

Recently, there have been many resentment tides, and the combat troops have suffered a lot, and the follow-up troops have been unable to keep up with the rhythm.

After a pause, he explained: "But this is just a small matter. Commander Robert is already coordinating. The Scarlet Fortress is related to the survival of the entire West Coast. The masters will not leave it alone."

Everyone looked calm.

Sam scolded: "I hope it will be resolved soon. We can't keep this shitty place alone."

...

After lunch, Heath went back to his room to take a nap, and then got up and went to the military conference room of the fortress. There is a military meeting to attend this afternoon.

As soon as I came to the corridor in front of the conference room door, I heard Robert's curses coming from inside.

"Are these bastards in the White Heights impatient? Anyone dare to send it to me!"

"If something goes wrong, can Marado afford this responsibility!"

"There is no ability to fight bravely, stealing and slipping are more exciting than each other, these damn bastards, they should all be sent to end the trial!"

Heath walked into the military conference hall, but saw a circle of military generals gathered in the conference hall, and Robert was furious at several military officers in the inner office at the moment, and the table clapped.

Heath found a familiar general in the crowd, walked over and asked, "Sorcerer Bacchus, what happened?"

Wizard Bacchus turned his head: "Sorcerer Heath."

He then explained: "What else is there, it's not just for the previous batch of recruits."

Heath wondered, "Is it really that bad?"

Wizard Bacchus nodded and sighed: "Yes, there are more than a thousand warriors, there are only three wizards, less than 50 apprentices, and less than 100 knights. Most of them are apprentice knights. Mixed with two hundred peasants."

Heath opened his mouth.

Although he had heard before that there was a problem with the batch of soldiers sent by the White Heights, he never expected it to be so outrageous. This is not just a perfunctory...

Bacchus said angrily: "The White Heights is too much!"

Some people do the business of beheading, and no one asks about the business that loses money. The bloody battlefield is so talented and hard that there is basically no return. Naturally, it is not welcomed by the rulers of various places.

Over the years, the Master has tried every means to evade and reduce conscription, haggling over the number of conscripted troops and supplies, sending crooked melons and cracking dates to fill up the numbers, and so on.

Of course, sending a farmer like this... is relatively rare...

"Da da da!" At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded, and Robert, who had lost his temper, walked out of the inner room.

He said with a calm face: "Meeting!"

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