"Turkey... chili... hot chocolate..."

Ella's eyes were hungry and she saw a chocolate riding a turkey running towards her mouth.

The priests at the same table all closed their eyes and said nothing. On Amy's table, the hot dishes were on the ground one by one, and the Aztlan nobles and warriors surrounded Amy, toasting and singing, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

"Although there are few female warriors, we also have songs praising the heroic female warrior!"

An Aztlan warrior drank a few glasses of milky white tequila and sang loudly while waving a big chicken leg in drunkenness:

"Ah~ My guest, brave woman/You fight like an eagle in the sky/Listen like a jaguar/You hide behind the shield/You are ready to go/You enter the battle, like our goddess Sivacoatel Kirastel..."

Maybe he was drinking too much, and as he sang, the big chicken leg flew out of his hand and fell to the ground with a "splash". He turned his head drunk in the direction of the chicken leg falling to the ground, but no chicken leg was seen. He only saw Ella lying on the ground like a frog.

"God... Lord God?" he asked in a daze, "What are you doing here?"

"Punish the mosquito! I bit a mosquito on my leg!"

"Did you... see my chicken legs flying over?"

"Chicken legs? Can chicken legs fly?"

"That's right... I seem to have drunk too much..."

The Aztran warrior shook his head back, reached out and grabbed a tomato from the table, and bit it down, and the sweet and sour juice splashed all over the corner of his mouth.

Ella quickly sat back on her seat and swept around like a rat stealing oil - no one seemed to notice her actions. So she secretly shook her sleeves and the flying big chicken leg fell into the palm of her hand. This was one of the 100 Dust's sword skills. It was originally used to hide swords in the sleeves to raid. Ella practiced repeatedly under Dust's guidance several times. Now it is used to steal big chicken leg to eat, which is really suitable.

Using the skills taught by Dust, Ella grasped the condition of the chicken leg in her hand with just a glance: the tender skin was oiling out little by little; a little red powder was sprinkled on it, probably chili; and there was a little black spot, which was a little mud stuck to the chicken leg when it fell to the ground.

"The mud... there is actually mud..."

Ella regretted that she was not good at learning skills. If she could be more proficient in her technique, she could quickly hide the chicken legs in her sleeves. Her stomach rang out again. She looked at the striking leg in her hand dizzyly, and struggled violently in her heart: "Eat? Don't eat? No, of course you have to eat it! This is food. If you throw it away just after a little dirt, wouldn't that waste your resources? Just a little dirt is not a poison, as long as it is regarded as a special condiment..."

The "eating" voice soon overshadowed the "not eating" voice. Ella carefully swept around again, preparing to use the method of hiding the dagger in her mouth taught by Dust, and swallowed the big chicken leg without anyone noticing. Then, using the method of spitting hidden weapons from her mouth, he put the bones on the back of Amy's head - let her leave herself and eat and drink there!

Just as she raised her sleeves and started to do this starting pose, another group of servants came to drag the plate. But this time their destination was not the next table, but Ella.

"Have the food finally served?" Osomalite opened his eyes, "Sir, please don't be polite, just eat!"

Ella smiled awkwardly, and at the same time, she threw the chicken legs in her sleeve under the table without anyone noticing - her mind must have broken just now, so she would pick up the big chicken legs on the ground to eat.

"Amy, come here!" Ella waved at Amy generously, "Let you taste the delicious food that only priests can enjoy!"

"Thank you, my majesty, I'm full." Amy burped, "I think the food here is already good. You can eat it yourself. But you have to eat it slowly. After a day of hunger, it's easy to eat it too quickly..."

Before Amy could finish her words, Ella pounced on the plate in front of her, pulling the cover open like a hungry wolf tearing the prey he had caught—

There were a few light yellow pancakes lying quietly inside, with no filling, no oil on them, no wine beside them, and no spices were seen around the plate. After a rough count, the stacked pancakes were about five pieces, which would be just enough for an adult man to fill his stomach.

Ella pointed at the plate with her trembling finger: "What is this..."

Osomalite was about to eat it with a cake when he heard Ella's words, and he replied without hesitation: "Of course it's a corn cake, what's wrong?"

"Is corn... the name of what animal? Is this a cake made of the meat of an animal called corn?"

"Of course corn is a plant, it grows in the ground!" Osomarit replied in a swearing voice, "I promise, there is no meat in it, it is vegan!"

Ella felt that it was either her brain that was broken or Osomarit's brain that was broken - is it so worthy of being without meat?

"God envoy? Eat it?" Osomarit pushed the plate in front of Ella at her, "Although it's just a corn cake, the powder is very finely ground! The powder of this plate of cake alone requires a maid to grind it for three days!"

"This...I don't have a lot of appetite now...I'll wait for the next dish."

"Sir God, what are you talking about?" A priest at the same table opened his eyes in surprise. "The new fire ceremony is approaching soon. This is a major festival that is once every fifty-two years. Everyone in Aztland must fast, and this tortilla is all!"

Ella seemed to be hit by a blow. She pointed at Amy with a trembling finger and asked tremblingly: "Since everyone is going to fast, why... are they eating and drinking?"

"God envoy, have you been floating on the sea for a long time and forgot the time? Nobles and ordinary people only need to fast for eight days before the new fire ceremony, while the priests must fast for eighty days. There are still sixty-three days before the new fire ceremony, so of course they can eat meat and drink wine."

This sentence is like a thunderbolt to Ella.

"There are sixty-three days left...that is, I have to eat vegetarian cakes for another sixty-three days?"

Her eyes unconsciously cast under the table, where the roast chicken leg she had just thrown away was hidden. Although it must have been covered with mud... but it should be edible after wiping.

Well... Just use a powerful sliding shovel to float under the table, quickly wipe the chicken legs before everyone reacts and swallow them into their stomachs. Finally, it is said that the chair is slipping and falling, and it is enough to not have time to vomit bones or something. In short, it is completely time!

"Huh? What's on the ground?"
Chapter completed!