How I Ruled the World by Cooking

This year's winter came earlier than before. Before December, everything in the sixth district was completely covered with snow. The road paved with stone slabs, the fields on both sides, and even the low fences were all covered with white snow. In one piece, only the pointed roof is still exposed.

Of course, it is also possible that the buildings here are generally short.

Different from the mixed cities of the first five districts, and even the chaotic painting style of the urban-rural fringe, the sixth district is basically a countryside mixed with hills, low mountains, and jungles.This place is far away from the center of power in God's Blessed Continent, but it is also not close to the turbulent areas beyond the tenth district. In addition, the land is fertile and the four seasons are distinct. It has always been a gathering place for races that prefer tribal life.

And this small house is a small goblin tribe, officially named "Green Village".

Goblins are usually less than 1.5 meters tall, with slightly green skin and a gentle personality (but the opposite is true after drinking).They are more afraid of the severe cold. When winter comes and the ground is covered with heavy snow, a whole village of goblins will choose to gather underground and live in clusters until spring comes.

This is a good habit, but this habit also caused them to be completely confused when they needed to go out on a snowy day.

As a well-known impoverished village under the jurisdiction of Kale City, and a well-known impoverished race in the mainland, this pure goblin village receives a little subsidy every year with the help of the kingdom's policies.In previous years, sometimes it was seeds, and sometimes it was raw materials for winemaking—however, the villagers of Green Village are not suitable for winemaking, but this year... it is an admission notice.

To be precise, it was a special recruitment quota for the Holy City Guangming College.

The city lord Thomas Cecil almost roared and smashed the acceptance letter on the village chief's hat: "At first, I wanted to teach you how to plant the land and give you seeds, but in the end, when winter came, you all burrowed into the ground and the plants died. It's spotless.

"In the next two years, I tried to use your racial talents to give you raw materials. As a result, even a person in charge of your village didn't drink much. After drinking, you still have the face to come to the city lord's mansion to praise Lao Tzu's kindness and give you mellow wine.

"This year, I learned from the painful experience and let me tell you, what you lack is neither hard work nor will, but brains! Brains!!!!"

The second in line heir of the Cecil family grew up smoothly from an early age, except that he had some troubles with his half-brother, and had almost no setbacks—until he was sent to the Fifth District due to a wrong decision-making , became the lord of Kale City.

After all, it is the heir of a prominent family. Kale City can be regarded as the middle and upper reaches of the fifth district. Most of the residents are goblins and dwarves. The former can make wine, and the latter can forge. Both of them are good businesses.Thomas Cecil is ambitious and wants to develop the city of Calle as his own foundation, so that he can prove his strength to his family and use it as a source of funds to compete with his brother Reynolds Cecil.

He practiced himself, and even before his butt was warmed up as the city lord, he took his private army to travel around the whole city, even the villages outside the main city area that were also under the jurisdiction of Kale City.

The first foothold is Green Village.

Cecil Santo was shocked.

How can there be such a village, so poor that they can only buy new clothes during the New Year (in fact, the young master doesn’t know, the poorer sea has gone to the troubled area), and they live on black bread all year round, and they are lazy. If you are lazy, you have no ideals and beliefs to struggle and make a fortune!

As the lord of a city, such a poor village must not continue to exist!

From that day on, Santo Cecil had a firm belief, and fought for it for...well, three years.

And in this third year, Thomas Cecil, who had learned the lessons of previous years, worked hard, asked his family for help, sought out friends for connections, and even wrote to the Church of the Holy City to propose, and finally found a way to get rid of the first situation in the city. The dawn of a poor village.

Knowledge alters your fate!

A letter of admission to the village head of Green Village, Eugene Walker, was sent to the head of the goblin village on the last day before winter.

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Dear Mr. Eugene Walker:

Holy City, Bright Academy, January [-]st, Medicine and Food Department of Magic Pharmacy Academy.

Gone.

your dean anthony hall

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"At first glance, he is a very difficult middle-aged man." Aunt Bessie caressed her little head on her knee, "My little Eugene is still a child. He is so delicate and gentle. Everyone quarrels, but you have to go so far away from us... Oh, I must be heartbroken."

"That's what I said too!" Another goblin followed suit.This group of humanoid creatures that looked like sprouting potatoes crowded together like a potato basket.

Or like hot pot. (whispering BB)

The only alien in the potato basket was smiling on Aunt Bessie's lap. He had soft and shiny black curly hair, eyes as dark as night, skin as pale as the first snow, and thin lips as red as flames.

This face really doesn't look like something that can be born by the goblins. Even if he is said to be the purest elf, some people will believe it.

But his height is completely out of line with that noble and elegant race.

As the patriarch of the goblin tribe, the village chief Walker is taller than ordinary villagers, at 1.6 meters three.And as his son, Eugene Walker... well, not much more.

"God of light, I hate being with people outside." Eugene complained in a low voice, "They always like to talk about my appearance behind my back."

and height.

height!

Luckily these idiots can't talk about anything anymore, don't thank me.

"Yes!" a goblin in the corner said angrily, "They actually think little Eugene is a boy!"

I was a boy, bah, man!

Eugene's smiling face froze, and he continued to act coquettishly: "Actually, I don't really care what others say about me."

I only care about whether I can kill him or not.

"But I don't want someone to make improper remarks about the goblins through me. I don't want...I don't want my family to be criticized."

Please donate your eyes to those who need them. How does Lao Tzu’s handsome face look like a goblin? !

"So." Eugene mustered up his courage, and his words were firm, "Those who always like to talk about the poor and the aliens..."

The leader of the dark camp, what is he doing in the holy city of light...

The village chief slapped his thigh: "Well said! We won't go!"

"No!" The potatoes cheered in unison.

I'm not done yet...Eugene Dead Fisheye.However, the goblins, who had been blinded all day long, were furious.

The village chief slapped his thigh again: "The notice was torn and burnt!"

"Tear off the burnt paper!" The potatoes cheered in unison.

Besides, isn't it because you are too lazy to work that you get more stares?

The village chief continued to slap his thigh: "Go to hell, old Anthony Hall!"

"Anthony Hall!" the potatoes cheered in unison.

Forget it, it's better to be silly, and it's easier to control if you're stupid... Wait!who!Who's coming? ! ! !

The entire underground space was filled with a Chinese New Year atmosphere, and countless potato spirits cheered. Village Chief Walker grabbed the gold-edged admission notice and tore it in half.

He tore it blank.

Eugene Walker sat up at some point, and grabbed the card: "Anthony Hall? That dragon slayer who was famous in mainland China 40 years ago—Anthony Hall?"

He's 1 meters tall - a height that stands out among the goblin race - so when he wants to grab something, other potatoes can't even jump up and reach it.

The village chief Walker looked bewildered. His experience was not enough for him to understand what a "dragon slaying warrior 40 years ago" was. In fact, a goblin who can't even sell alcohol has heard of dragons. Not bad at all.

The potato spirits surrounded him, N's face was covered.

And Eugene wasn't going to explain to them at all.He is not an enthusiastic person like the lord of Kale. With the IQ of this group of potatoes, in the first few years, a certain pseudo-goblin was often as violent as a completely incompetent kindergarten teacher and wanted to kill.

He didn't want to tell Tudou children at all what kind of dragon the brave slayed overnight?Who slays the dragon?Brave what dragon?s story.

So "Flower of the Goblin" waved his hand briefly and rudely: "I've decided, go to school!"

Bulb College, Frying Pot Academy, Frying Cuisine Department, tremble!

Your dark god is coming!

Anyway, no one here recognizes me!Just a bunch of potatoes!

The operation of the second big devil is really cool!

The author has something to say: that book is still collected by someone!

But I forgot all about it and can only fix it from scratch (#°Д°)

If there are no accidents in this book, it should be updated every day until the end.

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Eugene is a middle-aged snake man with a free self, with MAX contagious power