The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Today, I'm going to tell you all something! If you want to know what place in the Empire has the most nobility? No need to ask, everyone knows the Imperial Palace is the most magnificent and noble! Of course, everything in the palace is authentic. The beds are made of ancient golden Phoebe nanmu, the dishes are delicacies from myriad stars, the tea is extinct imperial tribute tea, and even the toilet lid is probably made of gold."

Saying this, the boss raised a thumb and made a big single-arm swing.

"That's what I call authentic!"

The three were stunned, not knowing how the conversation turned to the Imperial Palace.

"But even though everything in the palace is good, it's still lacking something. Eating delicacies every day gets tiring, doesn't it? Legend has it that one day, the God-Emperor went out of the palace to visit the common people. He arrived at a small alley near the West Gate of Eternal City. He was feeling hungry and saw a small stall in the distance. A couple was selling offal. The God-Emperor, unable to bear his hunger, went up and ordered a bowl. It contained only some internal organs with ginger, scallions, and a little salt. The God-Emperor had never tasted anything like it before! At first, it was hard to swallow, but he couldn't resist his hunger. He held his nose with one hand and the bowl with the other, and after drinking it, he felt that the taste surpassed the delicacies of the palace. Not only was his fatigue gone, but he felt exceptionally refreshed. He praised it as a delicacy of the human world and named it Haggis, which in the ancient language means 'a pot of freshness.' After that, this dish spread among the people. Our family has been making this for generations. Legend has it that the couple the God-Emperor encountered were our ancestors."

The man spoke vividly, and the three listened in amazement. Even Dogo was wavering.

"T-This thing, your Emperor also ate it?"

"Of course! And I dare say that our shop makes the most authentic Haggis within hundreds of kilometers! All old Terrans have this for breakfast! It's incredibly authentic!"

"Okay, give us three bowls, large bowls."

"Hey, you're experts!"

Amidst the boss's thumbs-up, Roachim took the ticket to the window to collect their order. The clerk's movements were extremely swift. The small pieces of flatbread soaked in the soup were quickly cut into diamonds, the bean curd was cut into triangles, and the internal organs were chopped into small pieces. Then, he quickly scooped a spoonful of old soup from the pot and poured it into the bowl, adding some minced garlic, chili oil, and so on. In less than ten seconds, a steaming bowl was served.

However, the place was already quite crowded, so the three had to share a table with two other people, who were wearing the uniforms of airport staff and eating Haggis.

The three sat down and looked at each other. Finally, Roachim took the first spoonful.

The soup was indeed rich in flavor, but he felt it was too murky and not oily enough.

"It's okay, let's eat."

Roachim was about to take a second bite when he heard someone next to him say in a low voice:

"Don't listen to the boss's bragging. The God-Emperor never ate this."

Roachim turned his head and saw that the other person had finished eating, wiping his mouth with a paper towel, then smiling at Roachim.

"First time on Terra?"

"Ah, yes."

"Well, if you're not tight on money, the Northern Khmer District has nine famous towers. That's where you can find the real imperial cuisine of legend. But it's not cheap. One meal might cost me a year's salary. This Haggis is purely for laborers. There are many nobles and rich people on Terra. They eat countless kinds of animals every day, but they generally don't eat internal organs. These things are thrown away as garbage. Some people pick them up and make them into dishes. That's how this thing came about. Poor people use it to supplement their protein and satisfy their cravings. Also, this damn black shop sells it very expensively. A large bowl outside costs only twenty, but he doubles the price here. He's just ripping off you aliens. We have no choice. Our workplace is here, and we can't leave easily, so we can only eat it occasionally. For authentic stuff, just find a small stall."

After speaking, the two left. After being told this, Roachim knew he had been tricked, but there was nothing he could do. He could only eat his fill hastily and then head to the orbital train station.

On the way to the station, the three also encountered a special drink, which seemed to be made from fermented beans. Roachim showed great interest, but after taking a sip, the three of them almost simultaneously spat it out.

8 hours later——

Ding dong~

With the sound of the doorbell, Sissina, who had just gotten up and was preparing to eat breakfast, walked down the stairs in confusion, her slippers making a "pa-ta, pa-ta" sound on the floor. She initially thought it was a deliveryman, but when she opened the door, she was stunned by the person in front of her.

"Hey! Long time no see!"

Standing outside the door was a man wearing a black coat, a white vest inside, black trousers, and white socks. The belt buckle was gleaming gold. His bald head was covered with a small hat with ancient Terra characteristics. A pair of small gold-rimmed glasses hung on his big nose, the black round lenses just covering his eyes. His right hand was constantly rolling two large iron balls.

To his left stood a dwarf wearing a very comical red jacket, with the same small sunglasses on his face. To his right was a thin and wretched guy, also wearing a black coat and white vest, with greasy parted hair and a small mustache under his nose, also wearing inexplicable small sunglasses.

"Have you eaten yet?"

Sissina looked at the grinning guys. Although she thought their speech was a bit familiar, she instinctively disliked them, so she immediately prepared to close the door.

"Hey, hey, hey——"

The man quickly stuck his foot in the door.

"It's me! Roachim! It's me!"

"Ah?"

Sissina, who was about to take out a weapon for self-defense, quickly opened the door and saw the three taking off their glasses.

It was indeed that Roachim.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"Isn't this the traditional Terra attire?"

"Tsk."

Sissina then let the three in and closed the door.

"Who told you that? Who did you learn it from?"

"On the street."

Roachim looked around and clicked his tongue.

"Sis, your house is quite big. I thought I had gone to the wrong place. It has three floors, right?"

"There's also a basement, so it's three and a half floors."

"I passed a place with a green sign that said it was selling houses, and I saw that the land price here is not cheap. Hundreds of thousands of Throne Gelt per square meter. The money I have on me isn't enough for a brick in your house. This Throne Gelt is also very expensive. A small spaceship is only a little over a hundred thousand."

"It was all passed down from our ancestors. Who would sell it easily?"

As she spoke, Sissina tied up her loose hair and looked at the three who were still looking around.

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Ah, we had breakfast, but it seems like it's morning here? I ate at the airport before. According to the time, it should be lunch."

"It's the same. I just ordered too much."

Then she led the three to the dining room. On the table was a stack of food they didn't recognize, round and bulging with many folds.

"I was originally planning to put the leftovers in the refrigerator."

Saying this, she walked to the side to brew drinks for the three, who sat down on the chairs without hesitation.

"Why did you come to Terra this time?"

"I came with friends."

After Roachim finished speaking, he picked up a piece of the food, took a bite, and saw that it was full of meat filling. He nodded, then suddenly turned his arm and raised a thumb.

"This is really authentic! The taste is good. What's this called?"

"It's not a baozi. Who did you learn all this from?"

Sissina rolled her eyes at Roachim, then put the brewed drinks in front of the three and made a cup for herself.

"It's rare that you would come to find me. I originally thought I might never see you again in this lifetime."

"That won't do. You have to come to Terra at least once in your life, not to mention there's a beautiful and rich woman here."

Sissina chuckled upon hearing this.

"I'm not a rich woman. I can only say I'm doing okay. Are you planning to travel?"

"Ah, sort of."

"Are you planning to go see the victory parade of the Star Knights recently?"

"Of course!"

"I'm also planning to go, so let's go together."