"My Lord..."
Luther was so touched that he did not know what to say. No one treated them so well.
"It's decided then. Go and get the purple wheat from Lia!"
About an hour later, the fragrant purple wheat rice was ready.
Luther did not make much purple wheat rice for the first time, but only a small bowl. It was not that he did not want to make more purple wheat rice, but the purple wheat was a battle food for vital energy. He ate it a few times before, but only a little.
Luke was only a high-level knight, so he was afraid of any accidents.
"Luke, come and eat the purple rice!"
A golden bowl of purple wheat rice on the table emitted a yellow light, which made the knights drool. It was not because they were hungry, but purple wheat rice was too fragrant.
Luke did not hesitate, picked up the purple wheat rice and took a bite.
