"No! That's why it tastes bad!" Eros spread his hands.
In his previous life, he only cooked the dishes and ate them immediately. He has never cooked in this life.
No matter how bad this rye bread tastes, can it be worse than the food he cooked in his previous life?
He could eat his own cooking, let alone this rye bread.
After hearing Eros directly admit that his cooking was terrible, Daisy was stunned for a moment, then she covered her mouth and chuckled.
Through Eros's deliberate teasing, the depression suppressed in Daisy's heart dissipated a lot.
Eros didn't care. He swallowed the rye bread in a few bites and drank a glass of water handed to him by Daisy.
After eating and drinking, they joined the rescue operation again.
By ten o'clock in the morning, after more than ten hours of hard work, with the help of this group of sorcerers whose abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, all the survivors in the nearby blocks were rescued.
Except for some people who were killed on the spot by being hit on the head, the casualties of others were not serious, and could even be said to be pitifully small.
As for other blocks, the situation there is similar to this side, and the survivors have been rescued.
Throughout the West District, there is a team of Night Watchmen every few blocks. As warlocks, the Night Watchmen can easily find ordinary people buried in the ruins.
Therefore, their rescue speed is not much slower than that of Eros, but the casualties are greater than here.
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun was hanging quietly in the sky. The sun, which was considered hot in the past, was now unable to provide warmth to the people on the earth.
The survivors after the disaster looked at everything in front of them in a daze.
The home that was once a warm one turned into a devastated ruin overnight.
And along with the house collapsed, their direction for the future also collapsed.
No one knew who started it, but within a few minutes, cries of grief could be heard all over Haidaram.
There is the sadness of losing loved ones, the confusion about the future, and the despair of destroyed homes. They gather together and float above the city.
At twelve o'clock noon, a report was received at the West District Police Headquarters.
A noble widow named Rosalyn Blanche was kidnapped.
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[These two chapters were checked even though I didn't drive. I think the approval is a bit strict recently. 】
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