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"Are these things for people to eat? Who do you look down on?!" Shen Qingzhu squinted at the old man and said coldly.

"I like to eat, but if I don't eat, get out!" The old man stared and replied angrily.

"Oh?" Shen Qingzhu frowned, and was about to say something more, at this moment, several people walked into the cafeteria.

Wearing gray cloaks and holding masks in their hands, they walked straight through the center of the cafeteria and sat down at the innermost round table.

At this moment, everyone fell silent.

This time they didn't wear masks, but everyone knew who they were.

"Yo, it's you little bastards." The old man laughed when he saw the seven people.

"Old Sun, after all these years, you are still cooking for the recruits in the cafeteria?" The handsome Wang Mian saw the old man approaching, stood up quickly, and said respectfully.

The rest of the masked team also stood up and bowed slightly to Sun Lao.

"Hey, I'm an old bone, and I can't go to the battlefield, so I can only use my spare energy in this broken kitchen." Sun Lao waved his hand and said indifferently.

"After leaving for so long, I really miss your old craftsmanship. This time, I have to trouble you to get old again."

"Ham, don't worry about so much, just wait here, I'll cook some dishes for you." Mr. Sun held the spoon, turned around and walked to the kitchen, completely treating the recruits as air.

With the Mask Squad, the other recruits didn't dare to stop Elder Sun, they could only frown and look at the white flour steamed buns and raw meat in the basin, motionless.

"Eat." Lin Qiye reached out and took out a piece of white flour steamed bun from the basin, and took a bite.

The mantou was hard and tasteless, it tasted like chewing wax.

"I... I can't eat it." Baili Pangpang felt a little nauseous when he saw the raw meat.

"If you don't eat, you won't be able to survive today's training." Lin Qiye gnawed on the steamed buns and said lightly, "And when you go to the battlefield, no one can guarantee that there will be food everywhere. If you don't want to starve to death, you have to learn to adapt early."

After finishing speaking, Lin Qiye grabbed another piece of raw meat, took a deep breath, and took a big bite with his eyes closed.

Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth, and took out a piece of steamed bun from the basin and began to chew on it.

Molly, who was watching from the sidelines, struggled for a long time, and finally made up her mind. She gnawed on the raw meat in the basin, while Cao Yuan, who was standing opposite him, had already finished eating the whole piece of meat without changing his face, shocking the surrounding recruits. year.

Shen Qingzhu's face darkened slightly, and after a cold snort, he also started to eat.

Slowly, more and more recruits began to eat food, but most of them still stood there with a face of resistance, preferring to be hungry rather than eat what was in front of them.

In the room on the second floor, Instructor Hong looked down at the entire cafeteria and nodded slightly.

"Yes, there are more people who can eat than last time, and there are a few good seedlings among them."

"Well, that Zheng Zhong deserves to be a special soldier, he doesn't even frown when he eats it, and that Lin Qiye is not bad, but what I didn't expect is that Shen Qingzhu also started to eat it..."

"Hmph, he's a military ruffian!"

"Old Hong, you still can't look at appearances when looking at people. I think he just has a bit of a personality, but he's not bad in essence."

"You still like him?"

"People are always changing. This year's training camp will change a lot of things. When they leave here, who knows what it will be like."

Instructor Hong shrugged, noncommittal.

"By the way, it's this age, do we still need to be so strict?" The new instructor next to him asked hesitantly, "No matter how difficult it is, you shouldn't eat raw meat, right?"

Instructor Hong slowly closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, "Over 80 years ago, when the Night Watchman was first established, there was a catastrophe, and there was a shortage of food everywhere... In those years, the seniors gnawed on trees. Peel, chew grass roots, hold a knife and mysteriously desperately!

Even if the economy is developed now, some things still cannot be forgotten!Every recruit who comes to the training camp must eat raw meat for the first meal!It would have been nice not to have given them roots and bark, it is our Night's Watch tradition, it has always been so, it is so now, and it will be... as it will be in the future. "

Instructor Hong paused, opened his eyes and looked out the window, and said slowly:

"Until one day, when this country does not need night watchmen, these ancient traditions will be buried in history forever along with those unknown secrets..."

Chapter 91 The Agent of Time

Just as Lin Qiye and the others were holding their noses to eat raw meat, a scent suddenly appeared in the cafeteria. Everyone cheered up and turned their heads to look at it in unison.

I saw Mr. Sun dragging a large tray with stacks of dishes on it, and quickly walked to the face of everyone in the masked team.

"Braised pork in brown sauce, chicken stewed with mushrooms, ants climbing a tree, steamed sea bass... Hiss! Is it so good?!" Seeing the full plate of delicacies, Swirling swallowed, his eyes gleaming.

"Hey, it's rare for you guys to come back once, so of course I have to do something good for you." Old Sun rubbed his callused hands on the apron and grinned.

"Thank you, Mr. Sun."

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

Several other members thanked each other, and then picked up their chopsticks, chatting and laughing to eat.

Gollum—!

In the quiet hall, the sound of swallowing saliva was heard one after another. Even the recruits who had barely eaten the white flour steamed buns just now could not eat any more when they smelled it.

These more than 200 pairs of starving ghost-like eyes stared straight at the big round table of the mask, as if they were about to rush up to grab food in the next moment.

Wang Mian glanced at them, and silently put the Yiyuan around his waist on the table...

Then he buried his head and continued to eat.

"I don't agree! Why can they eat delicious and spicy food, but we can only eat steamed buns and raw meat!" A recruit couldn't help complaining.

"Hmph." Elder Sun's face turned pale, and he replied angrily, "When you little bastards get out of this camp and come back later, I'll cook you a big meal like this!"

At this moment, Wang Mian seemed to think of something, and waved to Lin Qiye.

"Qiye, let's have some food together."

Swish-! !

All the recruits suddenly turned their heads and stared at Lin Qiye who was eating raw meat.

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the round table of the masked team with his basin and sat down.

"Come, come, let's have some chicken." Wang Mian took a clean small bowl and began to pick up vegetables for Lin Qiye.

"Whirlpool, grab a few pieces of fish over there for Qiye."

"okay."

"The broth is also very fresh."

"I'll get him a pair of chopsticks."

"Where's the rice? Is there enough rice? I still have it here." Qiangwei stood up and served Lin Qiye with rice.

The masked team's attitude towards Lin Qiye was very polite, so polite that Lin Qiye was a little embarrassed, and waved his hands again and again:

"No, no, eat it, I'm here to ask some questions, I'll eat mine."

Moon Ghost was taken aback, "If you don't eat good food, you still eat raw meat?"

"Um."

"Hey... look, the eyes of the comrades behind you are all green, why don't you come?"

"I'm a recruit, and I eat what a recruit should eat." Lin Qiye shook his head decisively.

Seeing that Lin Qiye had said so, everyone in the Mask Squad had no choice but to sit down. Wang Mian looked at Lin Qiye approvingly, and said:

"You mean to ask a question about a proxy?"

"right."

"Ask, and if I know, I'll tell you."

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, "What is the relationship between an agent and a god?"

"You are asking a very profound question..." Wang Mian thought for a long time before opening his mouth slowly, "In essence, the relationship between an agent and a god is actually two words, 'contract'."

"contract?"

"For some reason, gods generally do not directly appear in human society. If they want to do something, they must find a suitable person to help them accomplish it. At this time, humans and gods will form a unity. A mysterious contract.

The essence of the contract is actually an exchange. The god gives part of his divine power to the agent, and in exchange, the agent needs to help the god to complete certain things.

Of course, not everyone can be an agent. Only when God himself approves you can you be qualified to be an agent, so as to fulfill this contract. "

"Contract..." Lin Qiye muttered these two words, his brows were full of doubts.

If the contract was signed, it doesn't make sense that he doesn't know anything. Seraphim gave him part of his divine power, but he didn't mention what he should do at all...

Lin Qiye felt that this was more like a gift than a contract.

"Then what are you going to do to help the God of Time?" Lin Qiye looked at the king's face, and then realized that the question he asked was a bit impolite, and added, "If you can't say it, then just pretend I didn't ask it."

"There's nothing you can't say." Wang Mian shook his head, "About eight or nine years ago, when I was an ordinary person, I was walking on the main road in a daze that day, and there was a big drunk driving truck rushing towards me. come over.

I didn't have time to react, and the moment I was about to be knocked into the air, the time around me was suddenly suspended.

Later, the God of Time came from nothingness, signed a contract with me, and gave me his God Market, and in exchange, I must enter Gao Tianyuan in the future and help him take out something from it. "

"Gao Tianyuan?" Lin Qiye was taken aback, "The land of the gods in Japanese mythology?"

"That's right."

"Does it really exist?"

"The God of Time said it exists, so it must exist, but... I haven't found it yet." Wang Mian sighed helplessly.

Lin Qiye nodded, "Then it's your choice to join the Night Watchman?"

"That's right, before I joined the Night's Watch, the evil god's agent of the Church of the Ancient Gods approached me and asked me to join them." Wang Mian said calmly, "But I refused."

Lin Qiye was thoughtful, "Because the goal given to you by the God of Time has nothing to do with which camp you belong to, so they think they can pull you into the gang?"

"That's right, even some people in the Church of the Ancient Gods have found clues about Gao Tianyuan, but I really don't want to be with them, so I finally refused."

"And then they gave up?"

"It's not that simple, the people in the Church of the Ancient Gods are a bunch of lunatics, if they can't get you into their group, they will try to kill you.

When I first joined the Night Watchmen, I was ambushed and killed by them three or four times. If it wasn't for my fate, I probably wouldn't be alive today. "Wang Mian shrugged, "But now, they don't dare to come to me anymore. "

"why?"

"Because they may not be able to beat me, and..." Wang Mian's eyes fell on the other players on the table, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have a group of very reliable teammates. They dare not touch me."

"Ahem, cough, Captain... When eating, it's best not to be suddenly sensational, it's easy to get sick..." Whirlpool had a weird expression.