Your Majesty, the Spectacle Has Missed the Country! - Chapter 7 It smells so good...

　　 Chapter 7 is so fragrant...

　　 Arnell Brad only felt that there was a dazzling light in front of his eyes pulsing back and forth.

　　 He tried hard to open his heavy eyelids, but he couldn't open them.

　　 Anel felt groggy in his head, as if he had been crushed by a heavy lead, and pressed his head firmly on the pillow.

where is this place?

　　 When is this?

　　 Vaguely, he only remembered that he seemed to be punched in the face by a fierce guy, and then he lost consciousness...

　　 It took a long time to open his eyes against the dazzling light. It turned out that the noon sun slanted in from the open window, quite a rare warmth in winter.

　　 At this time, Arnell only felt that his whole body was muddled, his thoughts were also numb, his nose was a little bit painful, and there was some pain when he moved it, probably because of the torn wound.

　　 is really hateful!

　　 Anel spit in his heart secretly.

　　As a noble apprentice mage, except for his own tutor who has reprimanded him, has he ever been treated like this?

　　 What's more, he is still the son of the Duke of Luen in the western part of the garrison empire. Although only the third son, he is not something that ordinary nobles can treat at will!

　　 Limbs were still a little numb, Anel sat up from the bed tentatively, and the **** soldiers didn't know how to act lightly! Didn’t it just move a piece of white bread? It’s not a big deal!

　　 Gulu~

　　 screamed in despair. Until then, he didn't feel the hunger in his belly. After all, he hadn't eaten a full meal for many days...

　　 The door opened as soon as it was pushed, and there were no soldiers guarding the door. Anel supported the cold wall of the castle and walked slowly toward the stairs.

　　 After all, the other party should also be a nobleman. The nobleman and nobleman should be able to communicate fairly well... Just thinking about it, Anel shuddered suddenly and stopped.

　　 Because he suddenly realized that what he was facing... seemed to be an aristocrat who didn't play cards according to common sense.

　　 On weekdays, which nobleman he meets is not personable and glorious, who would knock someone down with a fist as soon as he came up?

　　 However, Arnell's original footsteps that he wanted to retract stopped when he smelled the fragrance of the meal.

very hungry…

　　'S stomach screamed again. The hunger made him overcome his fear of the unknown nobleman. So, he was like a soldier about to go to the execution ground, resolutely walking in the direction where the fragrance was floating.

Then…

　　 He saw the nobleman who punched himself...

　　 is sitting at the huge table, enjoying delicious food...

　　 is this guy!

　　 This **** guy made himself faceless!

　　 The dignity and decency of the nobility cannot be tarnished!

　　 For a moment, Arnell couldn't help but feel angry. He was so angry that he walked straight towards Bruno. Even his aching legs seemed to have improved a lot in this moment.

　　 "Excuse me... can I eat something..."

　　 But when he walked to the table, he had to succumb to the hunger in his belly...

　　 The decent nobles who went to tm, I want to eat!

　　 Hearing the words, Bruno raised his head, glanced at him, and then asked Sabie to bring him a piece of steaming noodles.

　　 Arnell sat at the table, staring blankly at the bowl of clear noodle soup with a faint fragrance. It was a kind of food...he had never seen it before.

"What is this?"

　　 "Noodles." Bruno agreed casually, picking up a few noodles with the chopsticks freshly polished by the carpenter before sending them to his mouth.

Arnell, who has always been knowledgeable, saw Bruno’s way of eating, so he drew a gourd and imitated Bruno’s way of eating, trying hard to use the two wooden chopsticks to pick up food, but this was the first time after all. It looks extremely clumsy.

　　 Seeing this, he simply put down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and stuffed the big bowl of clear noodle soup...

　　 "It's delicious... hiccup... come again..."

　　 Bruno was stunned at the side, this guy...is a rice bucket...

　　 Taking advantage of the gap between Anel's slurping noodles, Bruno quietly looked at the young mage caught by the guards.

In fact, Bruno had always been in awe of the wizards of this world before this. After all, in his inherent impression, the wizards should be the kind of personable, handsome, and just fine. The boss who releases spells, and the guy in front of you is at best a rice bucket... This completely subverts Bruno's impression of the mage...

　　 Anel had a hard time eating because he had injuries on his face. It was blue and purple. It looked very pitiful...

　　 Seeing Arnell had almost eaten, Bruno asked, "Are you really a mage?"

It is true that, as the earl of the empire, although he is also a nobleman, Bruno’s knowledge of wizards is extremely limited, because most of the wizards are concentrated in the most prosperous central area of ​​the empire, and the rice bucket in front of him can be said to be his The only guy I've ever seen who is likely to get involved with the mage.

　　 "Of course. My full name is Arnell Brad, and I am a disciple of Archmage Glenn Galvin!"

　　 After eating and drinking, Anel hiccuped, raised his head, and said with some contentment.

"Oh."

Oh…

　　 is just oh...

　　 My teacher is one of the most famous archmages in the western part of the empire. Com and the lord in front of him just said something... shouldn't he be surprised? Shouldn't he be in awe?

　　 "My father is the Duke of Rune who guards the western border of the empire!"

"Oh."

　　"..."

　　 Arnell gave up. He felt that he could not continue to communicate with this unreasonable lord who played cards. Can there be a minimum of respect? My father is the Duke!

　　 Just as Arnell was secretly slandering in his heart, Bruno finally spoke: "Since you have such a prominent background...Why come to me to steal bread? Is it because you have stolen all the bread in the west?"

　　 Arnell almost spit out old blood, can this man speak?

　　 "I haven't eaten for a few days..."

　　 "You steal my bread."

　　 "I can give you gold coins and double it for you."

　　 "You steal my bread."

　　 "Then I think you apologize for the head office."

　　 "You steal my bread."

　　"..."

　　 "Well...you come to work for me to pay off the debt!" Finally, Bruno said.

　　 "You let the son of the noble Duke of Rune and the noble apprentice mage come to work for you! You are just wishful thinking!"

　　 "Three meals a day, including food and accommodation."

　　 "This is absolutely impossible!"

　　 "You can still eat the best food in the territory."

　　 "I'm a noble mage!" Arnel clenched his teeth and insisted.

　　 "Will the mage steal bread?"

　　 "I need a decent reward, at least fifteen gold coins a month." Anel sank weakly in his chair.

　　 "Deal." Bruno smiled and nodded.