Wizard: I devour the stars with swarms of insects.

"Come on, Junior Brother Wayne, try our Greyhawk Keep's specialty: 'Clam Soup'," Holman said happily.

He instructed the beautiful maid beside him to serve Wayne and the others a bowl of steaming clam soup each.

So, two pretty and delicate-looking girls obediently stepped forward.

Delicate, fair hands ladled a bowl of fragrant clam chowder from a steaming pot and placed it in front of Wayne.

"My lord, please enjoy your meal!"

The maid said with a rosy face.

His expression was humble and respectful.

And then, in turn, came Isabel, and several other knights as guards.

"This soup uses local freshwater clams, simmered with cream and onions. The broth is milky white, and the clam meat is tender. If you pair it with freshly toasted oat bread... mmm, the taste is absolutely amazing!"

Holman said.

In the basket on the table in front of me were crispy, toasted wheat bread.

It's roasted until crispy and golden brown, and it has a rich wheat aroma.

Wayne looked at the clam chowder in the clean white porcelain bowl in front of him, and thought, "Hmm... it does have a rich aroma."

It also has a faint scent of fresh grass.

The clams selected were clearly very fresh and plump.

Next, Wayne took a piece of wheat bread and dipped it in the soup.

Then, put the bread soaked in the soup into your mouth.

"Hmm...it tastes really good."

Wayne's eyes lit up, feeling somewhat amazed.

It's important to know that in the wizarding world, there's not much expertise in food.

For wizards, there are many ways to obtain energy.

Eating is arguably one of the most time-consuming and inefficient ways to obtain energy.

Therefore, most wizards can go for many days without eating and nothing will happen. They might occasionally go into the forest and get some fresh animal flesh and blood on a whim.

But they were mostly eaten raw, at most rinsed with water before being bitten, much like eating raw meat and drinking blood.

Normally, the food at the wizarding academy in the Black Forest City is so poor that describing it as "very ordinary" would be an understatement.

To put it more bluntly... that's absolutely not food for humans!

So, when Wayne tasted such a rich and delicious meal, his eyes lit up and he looked on with amazement.

I can finally feel the presence of my tongue and taste buds again.

Furthermore, Isabel and the other knights behind her were also eating with gusto, their mouths greasy and their mouths full.

For these knights who live on the edge, such a delicious treat is not something they can enjoy all the time.

Afterwards, everyone ate their meal and chatted.

"By the way, has a meal been prepared and sent to Lilith?" The old count seemed to have thought of something and asked Holman beside him.

"Father, your son has already arranged for someone to serve a serving of clam chowder and toast to my sister."

Holman replied.

"That's good."

The old count nodded and then began to eat.

"Oh? Senior brother, you have a younger sister? Why don't you let her come and eat with you?" Wayne asked, somewhat surprised, upon hearing Holman's words.

"Well...her situation is a bit special, it's not very convenient..." Holman seemed reluctant to talk about his sister and didn't say much more.

So, the topic then shifted.

As they chatted, the topic turned to the "dryness disease" plague currently affecting the territory.

The atmosphere suddenly became noticeably heavy.

Earl Victoria couldn't help but sigh, putting down the bread and spoon in her hands, seemingly having lost her appetite.

His eyes revealed a look of worry.

"Oh my god, I wonder when this plague will finally end..."

"If this continues, I'm afraid the people in the territory will either flee or die, and the Victoria Earldom... will cease to exist." The old earl's voice was full of worry.

"Don't worry, Father! We'll definitely find the culprit behind the plague outbreak!"

Seeing the disappointment and worry in his father's eyes, Holman spoke loudly.

"Trust us, Father! There is nothing we wizards cannot do!"

"Furthermore, this time there are also 'reinforcements' sent by Master Morse: Junior Brother Wayne."

"You know, he's a level two wizard apprentice! There are only a handful in the entire wizarding academy... With us here, we're sure to find a way to stop the plague!"

Holman said, sounding quite confident.

However, Wayne could tell at a glance that this guy was deliberately "pretending".

His purpose in saying this was to avoid worrying his father, the old count, and he deliberately exaggerated, saying that there were very few second-level wizard apprentices in the entire Black Forest Academy.

How is that possible!

Although it's true that not just anyone can advance to the level of a second-level wizard apprentice.

After all, according to the requirements of the "Five-Ball Suspension Pivot Meditation Method", five independent black balls are simultaneously visualized.

And control them to move around and rotate without colliding with each other.

It was not an easy task.

However, it's not to say that there are very few level two apprentices in the wizarding academy of the Black Forest City.

It was clearly an exaggeration, intended to put the elderly father at ease.

"Is that so, my child?"

Upon hearing Holman's words, Earl Victoria's eyes brightened considerably, and she looked hopeful.

"Of course!"

Holman said confidently, patting his chest.

"Alright, Father, don't worry anymore! You've finally recovered a bit, so remember to rest early after dinner... okay?"

Next, Holman instructed the two maids beside him, "Alright, help Father back to rest; it's getting late."

"Father, get some rest."

Holman urged.

"Alright, my child, you should get some rest too."

The old count nodded.

Next, with the help of two maids, she slowly got up, left the dining room, and returned to her bedroom to rest.

After the old count's father left, Holman sat down again and rubbed his temples.

The relaxed and cheerful expression that had been there before had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of worry and anxiety.

After a moment, Holman thought for a moment, then suddenly called out towards the outside of the restaurant, "Alfred!"

"What's wrong, young master?"

While they ate, the butler Alfred waited respectfully outside the dining room... this was his basic duty as a butler.

Only after the host and guests have finished eating can one have a meal in a side room of the dining room to fill one's stomach.

So, upon hearing Holman call his name, he immediately came in and respectfully inquired.

"Instruct the rat extermination teams to increase the frequency and scope of their patrols... and don't just stay cowardly patrolling the outer ring of the city center; go into the infected areas too. Intensify your efforts and wipe out every single one of those damned rats!"

Holman slammed his fist on the table and said.

"Those damned rats! I saw a lot more in the city this afternoon when I was wandering around! If those rat-extermining guys don't behave, replace them. If I find out they're getting paid a high salary every month but are still trying to fool me, I'm worried about their heads! I wouldn't mind letting them see their heads hanging on the city gate!"

Holman's voice turned colder, revealing the ruthlessness and cruelty characteristic of wizards.

"Understood, sir. I will immediately carry out your orders!"

Sensing the anger in young master Holman's words, as well as the faint hint of murderous intent, the butler Alfred quickly spoke up.

Next, he turned and quickly left the restaurant to deliver Young Master Holman's orders.

After he left, Holman sighed, got up and went to the window, looking at the dark night outside with a sorrowful expression.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Holman, the plague will eventually be resolved."

Now, looking at his back, I can feel the heavy pressure that this "useless" senior brother seems to be carrying on his shoulders.

Wayne, moved, offered words of comfort from behind.

"Yeah?"

Holman turned around, shook his head to himself, and gave a wry smile.

"Yes, of course that's right. I have to pull myself together, otherwise, the Victorian Earldom... will really collapse." Holman tried to cheer himself up and rouse his spirits.

......

Next, after dinner, we said goodbye to Holman.

After Wayne returned to his room, he did not go to bed immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the bed and brought up the [Hive] intelligent system.

Let's see what the situation of the mice was like during the day, based on the flea perspectives I connected to.

And so, with a thought, a pale blue, semi-transparent interface slowly unfolded in his field of vision.

Furthermore, hundreds of scenes and images, a deluge of information, are simultaneously loaded into one's mind.

The perspectives of hundreds of fleas monitoring mice are combined and spliced ​​together in front of you to form a three-dimensional, multi-space urban street scene.

Cities, underground passages, streets, corners, caves, piles of corpses...

Soon, Wayne's expression shifted, and he frowned slightly, noticing something... unusual!

......

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