Before setting off, the little bald Hullen from the Trolian logistics resources departnt and Gale prepared an abundance of supplies for him.
They sohow heard a rumor that using a black rice bucket to store food would increase efficiency a thousandfold.
Moreover, with the Holy White Tree having received ample nutrients lately, Trolian experienced an unprecedented gigantic bumper crop. Food piled up like mountains, the Sigve food factory was bursting full, and even with three million food workers, they remained busy day and night. The warehouses in the Royal City were overflowing, and hundreds of temporary warehouses were also completely full.
Trolian faced an unprecedented crisis of too much food. This kind of never-before-experienced happy problem left everyone at a loss.
Thus, the little bald Hullen and Gale had a stroke of genius and added a large amount of food to the supplies originally intended as gifts for the New Royal City, including various ready-made delicacies, ats, grasses, fruits, flowers, and even beautifully packaged gourt dishes.
Rod didn’t really feel like they treated him as a human, with those supplies stacked higher than mountains in the square.
Trolian is currently in dire need of resources. The logistics departnt couldn’t provide more valuable combat material or potions, so they could only substitute with food.
After all, in this environnt, food is very precious. Over twenty years ago, many in Trolian died of hunger annually, until the New King ascended the throne, leading to improvents.
Fortunately, the Dream Realm is large enough that Rod could teleport in the supplies stacked higher than a mountain.
Of course, this also unfortunately confird the rumor of the rice bucket’s miraculous storage capacity — otherwise, how could soone possess storage space larger than a mountain?
So, when Takxis said the food wasn’t enough, Rod almost burst into laughter.
"Ladies and gentlen."
Rod coughed and said.
"Please do not worry about the food issue, and don’t abandon anyone due to food. We must try to save all the survivors we can."
Bossivale furrowed his brow and said, "Lord Rod, even if you have storage space, it wouldn’t exceed a hundred yards. Even if filled with food, it would only feed tens of thousands for a few days."
Rod couldn’t be bothered to argue and said directly, "Follow ."
Leading everyone to a piece of empty land.
"No, this isn’t big enough, let’s move a bit further."
"Vier, Lance, please step aside a little."
"Lord Mod, don’t hover up there, you’ll get hit."
The crowd, dejected, was driven away by Rod.
Only after clearing enough space did Rod draw the teleportation ritual of the Dream Realm.
As he placed his hands on the ground, that mountain-high pile of supplies appeared out of thin air before everyone, and the air displaced by it blew across their faces like a gale.
Even if they trusted this miraculous man to bring miracles, no one expected this scene in front of them.
The gray wooden crates were stacked in rows, forming an enormous cube.
Each crate was labeled thoughtfully with the type of food inside, resembling a grand display of Trolian’s culinary guide.
A rough estimate, there were at least millions of crates.
Vier and Lance lost their expressions.
Bossivale’s mouth dropped open, his dentures falling out.
Mod’s face wrinkled like dried orange peel, and he pinched Lance hard, mumbling, "It doesn’t hurt, why doesn’t it hurt?"
Takxis pulled off a lock of his red hair, blood trickling down his forehead, yet he laughed heartily:
"It’s worthy of being the Invincible War God, no wonder the Pope would see you differently, you indeed are that shining Star!"
Rod casually moved down an iron crate, placed his hands on the ground again, and the cube vanished before them.
Opening the iron crate, it was filled with dried red mushrooms.
Bossivale pounced forward, carefully taking out a piece and popping it into his mouth.
He closed his eyes, savoring it like tasting an exquisite delicacy.
After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Very fresh, through ticulous drying processes, the nutrients and savory taste of the mushrooms are perfectly preserved, this is a piece of premium red mushroom!"
His tone was as if describing so exceptionally rare elental material.
But Bossivale was completely oblivious as he rapidly stirred the box of red mushrooms around, his trendous spiritual energy flipping them like a top chef’s spatula in the iron crate. Every piece of red mushroom turned up was uniform in quality.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Bossivale shouted aninglessly, his spiritual energy began to emit heat, perating evenly through the red mushrooms.
In just a few tens of seconds, this box of red mushrooms was stir-fried, the fresh and fragrant aroma wafting in the air.
"Stir-fried Red Mushrooms!"
Bossivale loudly announced the dish’s na, inviting everyone to taste.
Despite finding the scene before him amusing, Rod still tasted a piece.
The sweetness of the mushroom imdiately lted in his mouth, the craftsmanship could be said to be King Level.
Everyone ate with relish, the sweet fragrance dispelling all doubts in their hearts.
The wrinkles on Mod’s face smoothed out, his cloudy eyes filled with tears as he mumbled, "Saint Reel, Saint Reel is not dood, our people are saved, hahaha, our people are saved!"
Takxis looked at Rod, asking the question on everyone’s mind.
"Invincible War God, why do you possess such a vast storage space?"
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