Chapter 1145: Human friend, looking for food?

Leo Royal Court, evening. A plain-looking middle-aged human walked slowly through the square in front of the market. The square, which was almost empty during the day, was gradually becoming lively. Mages lit huge magical torches, illuminating the entire square.

Since the appearance of the Light Disaster, people had minimized their daytime activities as much as possible. Following the Silver Society's launch of anti-Light Disaster suits, outdoor daytime activities had increased somewhat, but after the Light Disaster intensified again, the suits could no longer hold up, so all outdoor activities shifted completely to the evening and night.

Corresponding to this was the booming development of the night lighting industry, with various lighting products continuing to sell out, such as lighting torches.

These lighting torches launched by the Silver Society had a skyward-facing lighting array at the top, topped with an umbrella-shaped reflector. The light emitted by the array was reflected by the cover onto the ground, illuminating large areas, and they were very energy-efficient.

Previously, many large-scale lighting products required huge investments of magic crystals as energy, consuming a great deal. Now, these lighting torches did not need magic crystals; as long as a mage infused them with magic power from time to time, they could stay bright for a long time.

A mage's magic power could be recovered; it belonged to a renewable magic source, which was environmentally friendly and cost-saving.

Who would have thought that the farmland supplemental lighting arrays commonly used in the Lich Dungeon would shine so brightly in another world in this way?

With lighting, everyone could be active at night, but the most suitable time was still the evening.

At this time, the sun slanted west, the sunlight was not strong, and the damage from the Light Disaster was reduced by the majority, yet the light was still brighter than the torches at night. One could engage in normal activities just by putting on clothing to cover up.

Because outdoor activity time was compressed, more people gathered in the square during the evening. People came and went, shoulder to shoulder, in an endless stream, bustling and exceptionally lively.

The middle-aged man looked at this scene, a look of confusion appearing on his face as he muttered, "How is there still food?"

A Tauren auntie nearby heard his words and said heartily, "Human friend, looking for food? Soon, once the sun goes down, there will be food for sale."

"Really? But the Light Disaster is so severe, hasn't grain production decreased or failed?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion.

"Yes, yes, yes," the Tauren auntie said enthusiastically. "The production decrease is very severe, but the Silver Society is kind-hearted and sells grain flatbread at a low price. There is a quota and purchase limit for each person per day, ensuring everyone won't starve to death. Are you hungry? Here, for you."

The Tauren auntie quietly handed over half a piece of flatbread: "Fill your stomach first, don't let yourself get too hungry."

The middle-aged man looked at the Tauren auntie in astonishment, then looked at the unclean half-piece of flatbread in her hand; it was clear she had been holding it against her chest for quite some time, unable to bear eating it.

The middle-aged man did not need to eat, but he still took the flatbread. As he blinked, the moment his eyes closed, some text flashed in his eyes: Greeting—Hello, Parting—Goodbye, Receiving help from others—Thank you...

It was completely filled with basic social terms, just like a social etiquette manual.

The middle-aged man found the term suitable for the current situation: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, let me tell you, I..." the Tauren auntie began to chatter enthusiastically.

The middle-aged man squeezed the flatbread in his hand and immediately analyzed its ingredients: flour, vegetables, salt, oil...

The Silver Society? Where did they get so much grain? As the middle-aged man was puzzled, a commotion suddenly started in the distance, and everyone began to look up at the sky.

The middle-aged man also followed their gaze to the sky, only to see several airships flying over from the distance. One of the airships landed in an open area of the square, while the remaining airships continued forward, flying toward other cities.

From the residual fluctuations on the airships, these airships should have traveled through the void, entering the plane at a weak point in the plane barrier. From the residual fluctuations and the surface of the airships, it could be seen that the airships did not collide with the plane barrier.

This meant that the arrival of the airships was permitted.

This was the best way to transport large amounts of supplies from other planes; if they used a teleportation array, the consumption would be too great.

"Let's go, let's go buy flatbread, if we're late, we'll only be able to buy the crumbs." The Tauren auntie patted the middle-aged man and, with the momentum of a cow, squeezed toward the front.

The middle-aged man followed silently behind. The Tauren auntie's enthusiasm made him very uncomfortable, but he indeed needed to understand this Silver Society, so he had to follow.

They soon squeezed near the airship. Once here, they had to queue. A Death-Mourning Undead Soldier floated in the air holding a large club; seeing anyone not queuing, he would pick them out, hit them with the club, and throw them to the back.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and followed behind the Tauren auntie, looking just like a shy young bride.

The Death-Mourning Undead Soldier looked at him suspiciously a few times, as if he felt something, but seeing his appearance, he could only frown in confusion and mutter in a low voice: "Did I see wrong? Strange."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and walked to the very front, only then remembering he hadn't brought money. With the Death-Mourning Undead Soldier staring from above, he couldn't make any big moves, so he had to say to the Tauren auntie: "I didn't bring money, I'll go get some."

Squeezing out of the crowd, the middle-aged man looked left and right, hesitating whether to go get some money first or see who had flatbread to snatch a couple. The Tauren auntie chased after him, stuffed a flatbread into his hand, and said: "Here for you, one person can only buy four flatbreads, I have two more at home, I'll share one with you."

The middle-aged man blinked, finding the appropriate term from the social terms flashing rapidly in his eyes: "Thank you, I'll give you money."

The Tauren auntie waved her hand heartily: "You're welcome, no need for money, it's just a flatbread, don't take it to heart. My two calves at home are still hungry, I won't talk to you anymore, goodbye."

After saying this, she turned and walked away with a rumbling sound.

The middle-aged man looked at the departing Tauren auntie, then looked at the flatbread in his hand—a fresh flatbread, a flatbread carrying some residual divine power—his expression somewhat complex.

Leaving the square and moving away from the Death-Mourning Undead Soldier, the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed, and a white crystal condensed in his palm. As he threw the white crystal, it rapidly condensed into the form of Nan Mian.

The middle-aged man pointed to the square in the distance and said: "Find out what the situation is with this Silver Society, and figure out the source of their grain."

Nan Mian bowed and replied: "Yes, Master."

The Lord of the Starborn hesitated with a complex expression before saying: "Do not kill the Tauren."

"Ah?" Nan Mian looked at the Lord of the Starborn in astonishment: "Why?"

The Lord of the Starborn suddenly felt as if something was stuck in his chest, a feeling of being unable to spit it out or swallow it back down.

Why? Why? For that piece of flatbread? For that enthusiastic and hearty Tauren?

The Lord of the Starborn could not voice such a reason, but if he didn't give this instruction, given Nan Mian's style of doing things, quite a few living beings might die near the square. If that Tauren were to die...

The Lord of the Starborn suddenly understood a little why the Grand Speaker had betrayed him. ===== CHAPTER 1146 =====