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A piece of hard bread, a few meat-wrapped vegetable dumplings, and a bowl of fishy-smelling soup constituted the dinner of a temple guard.

Let’s not talk about the appearance or taste of this dish, which is equivalent to the daily dinner of the common people in the imperial capital. At least the nutritional composition is still acceptable.

There is no such thing as a cafeteria lady who shakes a spoonful. Whether you are an apprentice or an elder, you have control over how much you eat.

Carrying a slightly larger plate than the others, Attila habitually found an unoccupied table and sat down.

First he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup. Attila, who barely swallowed it, tried very hard to imagine that this bowl of thick soup, which was slightly saltier than usual, was Ella's honey cream mushroom chicken soup.

Immediately afterwards, Attila looked expressionless and wanted to pick up the hard bread, break it into pieces and throw it into the soup.

As soon as he picked up the bread, Attila was slightly startled by the soft feeling.

The last time Attila ate this soft bread was before he ran out without permission and became an undercover agent.

Attila, who didn't understand why the bread he just got became soft, subconsciously raised his head and glanced.

I just happened to see a temple guard who was still wearing a monastic robe and a hood sitting in front of me in the cafeteria, holding a piece of bread that was more like a pancake in his hand. stuff.

"Have you been eating this crap for the past month?" Milin stuffed the dough into his mouth and chewed it a few times before swallowing it with an even more reluctant expression than when Attila was drinking the soup just now.

Then, before Attila could say anything, Milin quickly picked up the thick soup that Attila just drank and took a few sips.

It can be regarded as completing the classic way of eating bread dipped in soup in your own mouth.

"Teacher..." Although the face under the hood was completely different, the familiar voice, familiar movements, and familiar way of speaking still made Attila immediately recognize that the temple guard in front of him was him. Master Milin.

Fortunately, Attila immediately realized that it was meal time. There were already many temple guards in the cafeteria who were starting to eat. He immediately lowered his voice and asked:

"Master, why are you here?"

While questioning, Attila also carefully looked around and found that no temple guard looked here, and he was slightly relieved.

"Come in, ahem, why do you put so much salt in a soup?" Milin, who was speechless because of the salty soup, took out a small barrel of wine from the storage space and took out two wine glasses at the same time. Pour yourself and Attila a glass each.

"Master, temple guards are not allowed to drink." Seeing Milin's action, Attila quickly raised his hand, as if to cover himself.

"Did you consider yourself a temple guard so quickly?" Milin not only did not stop his movements, but instead pushed the wine barrel with most of it left in front of Attila.

"...I'm very sorry, Master." Attila apologized quickly after noticing that his reaction just now seemed inappropriate.

"There is nothing to apologize for, I was just joking." Milin, who signaled Attila not to be so nervous, then said about the dinner: "Is this the only daily diet of the temple guards?"

"That's it, Master." Attila nodded and said.

"You have worked hard this month and you have lost so much weight."

As Milin spoke, he raised his hand and touched Attila's little head.

"?" A question mark appeared on Attila's head which was touched by Milin. Has he lost weight? I obviously weigh myself and measure my body every day.

Although my figure has not changed much, my weight has not changed either.

These foods are much worse than the delicacies eaten at home, but they are much better than the hungry and full meals before Attila met Milin.

"Don't you ever think about turning on a small stove or something? I remember you learned a little from Ella before."

Milin said to Attila a little strangely.

As the best handyman under Milin, Attila was dragged over by Ella to cook more than once.

After a while, Attila's craftsmanship is not to mention how good it is, but the food he makes is much better than what these temple guards eat.

Are the temple guards still prohibiting private cooking?

"Those guys said that as a temple guard, you must abandon all worldly desires." Attila replied.

In other words, even if he wanted to open a small stove, Attila did not have the suitable ingredients.

"I think among the many reasons why the light side cannot defeat the dark side, eating habits account for the most part." Milin shook his head, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing the empty wine glass that Milin put down, Attila quickly picked up the wine barrel and refilled it for Milin.

"By the way, I brought you this." Looking at Attila's movements, Milin took out a lunch box from the storage space.

Open the lunch box and there is a lot of mille-feuille inside.

Because Ella likes to make pastries and other snacks, this was the first time for Attila, whose knowledge of desserts was limited to Ella brand products, to see mille-feuille.

But at least he knew that this was a kind of snack. Attila carefully picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

The excess sugar made Attila, who had not eaten sugar for more than a month, look happy on his face.

However, this happy expression only lasted for a while. Attila, who recovered from the happiness caused by the rapid secretion of dopamine, said strangely:

"This is not Lord Ella's craft."

"Oh, Lapland did this." To be precise, he did the rest. Milin did not say the second half of the sentence.

Anyway, mille-feuille is not a snack that must be eaten while it is hot, and it is not afraid of getting spoiled if placed in the storage space.

"Lapland? Is that the Nord werewolf that Master you held yesterday?" Attila instantly remembered what he saw last night, and his tone changed slightly.

"Are you jealous of her?" Milin, who heard the change in Attila's tone, said with a smile.

"Is she your new disciple, master?" Attila avoided Milin's question in a stiff tone.

"I already have you as my apprentice, and I won't accept another apprentice. It's the law of two Sith." Milin said with a smile.

"...I don't like the rule of two, Master." Attila, who had clearly understood the assassin's settings...mainly the negative settings, said in a serious tone at the temple guard.

Attila never thought that he would use killing his master as proof of his mastery. It would never be possible.

"You don't have to worry about that thing. Your future strength will exceed the limit you can imagine now. By that time, you will find that the so-called Temple Assassins and Jedi Sith are nothing worth mentioning."

Milin said with a smile.

If you want to defeat Yu Xing's vanguard, you probably won't have to rely on Lu Zhongtian from the old canon to take action.

Perhaps because Milin mentioned his future strength, the thought of being forcibly taken away due to the quality of dinner came back to Attila's mind.

Attila, who realized that this was not the time to talk about this kind of thing, quickly said to Milin:

"Master, those temple guards know you are coming."

Milin, who heard the worry in Attila's words, said indifferently:

"I know."

"?" Milin's too calm reaction made Attila slightly stunned, but she immediately continued:

"It was also discovered yesterday that I took advantage of that time to sneak inside."

"Nothing unexpected." Milin's expression remained calm.

"?" Attila didn't know what to say now.

"Judging from the attitude of Auschwitz, I can roughly guess the plans of the temple guards." Milin said to Attila, who looked confused.

"Auschwitz? Is he still alive?" Attila asked in surprise, knowing that she watched Auschwitz die before her eyes, and then gave him a good guy card.

"Alive, at least in a broad sense," Milin said.

"...Master, did you save him?" Attila asked after being silent for a while.

"You can say that." Milin thought for a while and replied.

"Then...does his disciple know?" Attila asked curiously.

"Don't you think it's a little strange now?" Milin said with a smile.

"..." At Milin's prompt, Attila suddenly raised his head and glanced at the increasingly full canteen, but did not see Elander.

As usual, by this time Erland must have been sitting at Milin's current seat with a roughly sized dinner.

"Oh, it's time. I'm going to take a step ahead. See you later. I've also prepared a gift to put in your room." Milin stood up without further explanation.

Before he understood what happened, but Attila subconsciously stood up and wanted to say goodbye, he saw the entrance of the cafeteria. Elend, who looked bruised and swollen, was walking in with the bald Elder Wen.

Seemingly seeing Milin standing up in front of Attila, the two immediately quickened their pace.

However, his attention was immediately attracted by the noise caused by the unexplained collapse of the stone dining table on the other side of the cafeteria.

By the time Elend and Wen realized that it was just a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, Milin had disappeared.