After Maxing out all Classes

After finishing speaking, everyone has poured into the canteen. It is impossible to have a canteen that can accommodate 3,000 people these days. The assassins found that the canteen is partitioned. In this area where they work, there are only about seven or eight hundred prisoners of war, and the rest should be in other areas.

The leader of assassin looked around, but he didn’t see Madara. It seemed that he was assigned to eat in the cafeteria in another district. It seems that it is impossible to connect the head while eating, so I can only wait for the free time after the meal and talk to him in the open space outside.

“Where do I get food?” an assassin asked a prisoner of war next to him.

“Follow me.” The prisoner of war led him to the corner of the cafeteria and took out a plate, which was a very poor iron plate: “Take this plate and get the meal at the front window.”

Assassins looked at this plate and thought: What a poor plate, it seems that the food will not be much better, it should be the kind of grade for livestock.

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Chapter 227 I Don’t Believe This Soy Milk Is Sweet

assassin They couldn’t help but sigh: “This plate is really bad. I don’t think the food distributed here is better than the food that the animals eat.” Watching them, they didn’t speak for a while. After a long time, a prisoner of war whispered: “Don’t talk nonsense, the food we eat here is no worse than that of the little nobles in the desert kingdom.”

“What?” The assassins wondered if there was something wrong with their ears: “What did you say?”

The prisoner said: “I said, we are eating aristocratic rice here!”

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assassin seriously suspects that he is hallucinating, no no no, he is absolutely impossible hallucinations, these prisoners of war must be brainwashed by the enemy country, they are talking nonsense.

An assassin seriously reminded the prisoners of war: “I said are you out of your mind? Or do you know nothing about what the nobles eat? The nobles of our desert kingdom can often eat it. The vegetables picked in the green state, you can still eat vegetables as prisoners of war here…”

Before he had time to complain, he saw the fastest prisoners of war, who had already Their dinner was called, and they passed the assassins with plates of rice.

In that crude iron plate, there was a piece of bread, two boiled potatoes, two pieces of green vegetables, and a cup, which was filled with milk-white liquid, I don’t know what it was.

Assassin’s eyes were immediately attracted by the two green vegetables. The bread and potatoes were not important, only the two green vegetables were so piercing! This… this thing in the desert kingdom, only the green state can produce that little bit, and that little bit of vegetables are all from the nobles, where can the ordinary person eat it?

ordinary person just eat the pie! Even if I occasionally improve the food, that is, eat some mutton, camel meat, etc. to celebrate the festival, how can I be qualified to eat green vegetables.

“I’m Fake!” An assassin couldn’t help but scolded in a low voice: “I’m dazzled, damn it.”

“It’s a coincidence, we are also blinded.” Next to assassin road.

“This is actually something for prisoners of war to eat?” Even the always calm and rational assassin leader couldn’t help but wipe a sweat: “I haven’t even eaten this thing a few times.”

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The leader of assassin doesn’t have a noble title yet. Green vegetables can occasionally be eaten with the great characters, but they can’t be eaten often.

assassin thought: what’s wrong?

A prisoner of war said with a smile: “It’s not surprising that green vegetables or something, after all, the Gran Kingdom is not a desert. It is not as difficult to grow green vegetables here as our desert kingdom. Besides, you have never seen Godfather. Divine Vestige, in the big winter, dug up the snow and sow seeds on the permafrost below, second day … the whole mountainside green vegetables grew up, the first time I saw it, I almost pissed my pants.”

assassin frowned: “If you were in front of him and called him Godfather to save your life, I can understand, but shouldn’t you call him Robert when you’re talking to us now? Are you already collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?”

The vanguard prisoner of war said with a bitter face: “I saw what he did, and couldn’t help but screamed, okay, okay, it’s my fault, I Call him Robert, is that all right? The newcomer, let me tell you, this Robert is too cruel to farm. If you plant it today, you will reap it tomorrow. Anything that can grow in the field is completely worthless in his hands. What is it? Let me tell you, what is really valuable on my plate is the soy milk in this cup.”

“What is this?” The assassins stared at the cup: “Name It’s called soy milk. As the name suggests, it should be made from beans, right? What’s so great about it?”

“The beans are really nothing special, and the beans are nothing special.” The prisoner of war said solemnly: “But, Add sugar in it, oh oh oh, that’s incredible, this is something that the nobles of our desert kingdom may not have the opportunity to eat, but, here we can eat sweet soy milk every five days, hahaha , once in five days! hahaha!”

Assassin’s face changed color when they heard this, sugar?

There is no need to say how precious sugar is! More valuable than vegetables and tougher than gold!

This is something that even the nobles of the desert kingdom dare not eat casually, because a bite of sugar is a bite of gold, and a big family can’t afford to eat it like this.

However, did the people here actually melt sugar into soy milk for the prisoners of war to drink?

No! This is absolutely impossible! These two prisoners of war must be lying to me, I have to taste it with my own mouth.

An assassin rushed to the food distribution window, and a lazy-faced prison guard put a piece of bread, two potatoes, two greens, and a cup of soy milk on his iron plate, and then said: ” Next!”

His expression was indifferent, looking like he was doing something very ordinary, not at all careful when distributing food.

assassin saw that when the prison guard was distributing potatoes, the spoon in his hand was stained with a piece of broken potato the size of half a ping pong ball. As the spoon was swung, the piece of broken potato actually fell to the ground.

Assassin didn’t even care about his own status, and cried out in distress: “You! You waste food, food is a gift from God, you will be Heavenly Retribution like this.”

“Oh? Did you lose a piece?” The prison guard spread his hands: “It’s really not good to waste food. If you don’t mind picking up things on the ground to eat, I’ll give you that piece of potato, just pick it up.”

Assassin was overjoyed, and hurriedly squatted down, picked up the broken potato, and put it in his iron plate. The potato was stained with the sand on the ground, but assassin didn’t care, in the desert kingdom I don’t know how many times I have eaten bread covered in sand, this is not a problem at all.

He was filled with joy and couldn’t help sighing: “God of the desert! Thank you for giving me an extra piece of potato.”

“che, it was obviously grown by Godfather, I gave it to you, why thank the desert god?” The prison guard said very dissatisfiedly: “I didn’t understand it when I was in the church. After listening to Godfather’s words, I felt more and more that something was wrong, God. All the efforts that we humans have made are cut off, and it seems that he gave us all, but in fact, it is all our own hard work in exchange.”

assassin pretended not to hear. Tucao, now he is unable to protect his gods, so he can only return to the prisoner of war with an iron plate, first of all, he picked up the cup of soy milk, snorted and said: “I don’t believe that anyone will give candy to me. The prisoners of war eat, if this soy milk is sweet, I will show you a striptease.”

After he finished speaking, he put the cup to his mouth, tilted his neck, and poured it in.

Chapter 228(@[email protected])

In the open space in front of the prison cafeteria, there is an assassin dancing naked, and it’s so beautiful.

Three laps to the left, three laps to the right, twisted necks, twisted buttocks…

More than 3,000 other prisoners of war clapped and laughed beside them. It makes people forget that they are all labor prisoners who have lost their personal freedom.

So, human beings, as long as they can eat enough to eat, as long as they can wear warm clothes, where can they hang out?

Only the leader of assassin was not in the mood to mix. He groped and searched in the crowd, and finally found the general of the vanguard army, Madara.

The leader of assassin, while observing the prison guards in the distance, cautiously approached Madara to confirm that no guards were watching them, and then he whispered: “General Madara, hello. , I’m the spy of the main force and the assassin Captain.”

“oh?” Madara’s eyes locked on the naked dancer assassin, clapping his hands and matching the rhythm to the naked dance, three thousand Many prisoners of war all clapped their hands together and hummed old desert ballads.

After he took two shots, he whispered: “What do you want to say to me? Prison break?”

“Yes!” The assassin leader whispered : “I’m good at stealth, I land silently, and I know all kinds of flashing footwork. If I want to escape, I have a great chance. I think if your subordinates cooperate and deliberately create some confusion, I will We can even take you to escape. We can take out what we saw in Westwind Town, and even the intelligence of Robert, and hand it over to the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Route Army.”

Moore Dhara shook the head and sighed: “Don’t be stupid, you can’t get out! You don’t know how terrifying these three hundred prison guards are. My subordinates have tried all kinds of escape methods, but they can’t get away from them. Get one out of your hand.”

“How many terrifying? Isn’t it three hundred?” the leader of the assassin said: “We have more than three thousand.”

Mo Dhara said with a bitter smile: “These 300 people plus the buff magic called ‘Blessing of the King’, there is no suspense in hanging us more than 3000 people, I really don’t think we have any chance.”