Zhu Tian and Pique came to the Tower of the Undead, because they wasted too much time studying the "warehouse", so they didn't delay too much, but just let Zhu Tian suck a little undead qi outside the stone gate on the first floor. The two of them left the place.

There was really no need to climb the gravity stone steps anymore, and although Pique was curious about what kind of tricks they would be doing today, the thought of the slime-covered rotten gold monster made Pique feel uncomfortable. Subconsciously, he feared that he would become like that in the future.

He had thought deeply about the question, that is, how did the rotten gold monsters reproduce?

Not to mention that his huge gourd didn't have any "organs" on its body, just the thought of such a terrifying monster making a breeding action made Pique feel sick.

He even guessed that the monster didn't need to breed at all, just spread its slime like pollen, and then a whole bunch of little rotten gold monsters jumped out.

He had seen the green slime slide on the ground as if it had a sense of its own life, dragging the gourd body of the rotten gold monster on the ground.

So, Pique was really afraid that the green slime on his body would suddenly come to life and turn him into a terrifying appearance like a gold rotten monster......

......

Quietly, Peake woke up in the production room.

The morning sun is always so vague and dreamy, and two oblique pillars of transparent light shine through the two round wooden windows in the production room, like the blessing of the god of light.

Between the pillars of light were countless dust and sawdust, accompanied by the sound of tinkling iron, they vibrated in the air at the same frequency, like a group of carefree dancing elves.

I don't know what Ryder, who was working hard, thought about yesterday's supernatural events, and Peake patted him on the shoulder with some guilt. Who knew that it was this moment that made Ryder's strong body fall forward softly. Flew straight to the table.

As for being scared like this? Peake smacked his lips.

"Who?" Ryder was visibly frightened. He suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind him, and in the process of turning his head, he had already widened his eyes to the maximum, his mouth opened unconsciously, and he held a light hammer for carving in his hand as a defensive shape. Then, he froze.

When Ryder saw Pique standing behind him, his look of horror instantly turned into a tired look, "Peek, you're awake! Guess what I saw last night!? I saw the devil!" he said with a wry look.

"Devil?" Peake scoffed, "What does the devil look like?"

"Devil!" he came to his senses at the mention of the devil, "of course he has grown into the devil's appearance! He is covered in black steel, and in fact, I don't see much of him, but I can assure him that he definitely has two steel horns on his head." Those big wings are bigger than our production room! You see there is no such table! He has a big mouth, so he eats our table! And the hammer in my hand, he just opened it and wanted to take away my hammer, but how could I agree! This is our dinner guy, and you are still sleeping in the corner, I can't leave you and run away, so I fought with the devil! After I snatched the table and the hammer, he got into a huge black hole and escaped!"

For the first time, Peake discovered that Ryder still had the potential to become a wandering poet, with his unmistakable expression and exaggerated body movements. If it weren't for Peake's eyes on all the images, he would have almost believed it.

The more Ryder spoke, the more excited he became...... Just as he said the last thing, Peake finally couldn't hold back the smile on his face and suddenly burst out laughing.

Ryder looked at Pique, who was standing in front of him laughing, blinked in confusion, and unconsciously, he glanced at the hammer in his hand, and then at the lost table, as if he understood something. "Peake," he yelled in shame. "You're playing tricks on me!"

This silly man who looked on the surface was actually not stupid at all, and after saying a lot of words about installing lights, he didn't have a surprised expression on Pique's face, but a calm look, and finally heard his laughter, where he didn't know that he was being tricked.

The last time the two of them played each other was ten years ago, and Ryder, who had not yet grown into a powerful man, pressed the little little Pico under him. "Give me back the hammer!" he shouted. In the end, he was stopped by his grandfather, who rushed to him.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to be back to what they were ten years ago, and Ryder pressed Pique under him. Pique's mouth was open, with a smile on his face all the time, until the last two were exhausted.

They weren't dirty, they just lay there.

"Pique, we were so happy when we were kids!" said Ryder, "but unfortunately, we never go back to being a kid." ”

"Why can't you go back? Didn't you just go back to when you were a kid?" said Peake with a smile. "We can go back whenever you want. ”

Like a black bear that has found honey, Ryder, who has been busy all night, finally has a sweet smile on his face, and the light in his eyes floats, as if there are countless images flashing in it.

"Ryder, when I woke up, I saw that you were almost ready, how many have you checked?" Peake whispered, lying comfortably beside Ryder. "Today, we don't have to worry about coins anymore. Well, let's build a big house for my grandfather to retire from, yes! Just build a big house like the mayor's house, and it's not accurate to say that the house is a castle. I heard that the swarthy castle took three years to be fully built. Grandfather was already very old and could not let him wait another three years. The castle has to be built. But we need to find someone to repair the lumber yard first, and at least press an iron gate to prevent thieves. When my grandfather got old, it must have become inconvenient to go upstairs, so we reopened a room for him on the first floor. He likes to raise some flowers and grass, although it is all ruined by the big black feet, and when we have money this time, we will build a huge garden for my grandfather, a huge garden that the big black feet will spoil endlessly...... Ryder ...... Finally, Peake suddenly heard a dull snoring beside him.

The guy was so tired that Peake saw that Ryder's entire arm was congested, and the two arms, which were already extremely thick, were bruised and wrapped around his arm like a bruised snake. With Peak's keen awareness, he could also see that his arms were shaking imperceptibly.

Rising from the ground, Peake pulled out a brown vial from his arms.

It is said that one bottle of holy water is worth 100 bottles of ordinary holy water in the church!

At this moment, Peake dropped a drop of holy water into Ryder's dry, white-skinned lips.

After the holy water dripped in, Ryder stopped snoring, and fell asleep peacefully, with a peaceful expression no different from that of a sleeping baby.

Imperceptible changes were quietly happening in his body, and Peake used his mental power to check Ryder's body and found that the injuries on his body were no longer serious.

Arriving at Ryder's workbench, he picked up a noble cane that he had just made.

With a light blow, the sawdust floating on it suddenly pulled a flower in the air, just like Pique's previous beautiful fantasy, scattered in all directions.

In the bustling light of the early morning, Peake glanced down at the brand-new noble cane, his hand brushing over every pattern, as gently caressing a fine little nightingale.

Finally, Pique's gaze fell on the noble canes piled up like a hill around the table.

Same length, same thickness, same workmanship. It's like being printed on a precise mold.

But as a carpenter, Peake has a fine eye, and he can see that there are a few noble canes with subtle differences, but this does not affect the overall image.

There is a wise saying in the carpenter world, that is, there is no such thing as the same wood in this world, and naturally no one can carve all the wood into the same.

Looking at the finished products in front of him, Peake thought to himself. Even if it's yourself, you can probably only do it to this extent.

With just a look at it with the naked eye, Peake accurately estimated the number of noble canes.

A whole hundred!

Peake couldn't help but glance at Ryder, who was lying asleep on the ground again.

That's a whole hundred! The hardness of Sandy wood Peake knows that it takes a lot of energy to make one. And this night, Ryder drove out all the rest of Sandy's cane?

He suspected that his judgment was wrong, and slowly probed again with his mental power.

A hundred, indeed, not a single one!

"Pique, you're going to be ready to improve. Zhu Tian said: "When this batch of noble canes is sold, the potential threat will also come." ”

"What do you mean?" Pique guessed, "do you mean that there will be people watching our gold?

Zhu Tian said: "Not only that, do you know who are the people who want to buy noble canes?"

"Of course, the nobles who buy the noble cane can afford the noble hand made of sandy wood. After all, the cost alone is 5,000 gold coins, which is not something that ordinary small nobles can take out at one time. ”

"It's not accurate yet. Zhu Tian's black eyes shot a vigilant gaze. He said: "It is not the aristocracy who really wants to buy a noble cane. For a nobleman, the cane was just a status symbol. They have so much money that they can decorate themselves in other ways, and they don't need to waste money on a noble cane, and not all nobles can find the potential value of a noble cane. Even if it is found, it will be useless for them. ”

Zhu Tian had already made his words very clear, and Pique reacted immediately. "The one who wants to buy a noble cane the most is the priest!" he added, "a priest with spiritual powers!"

With spiritual power, you can completely turn the noble cane into a secret weapon in your hands. Pique remembers the image of Sisoo manipulating a nobleman's cane outside of Josson.

That's a spike! Peake asked himself if he couldn't do that. The noble staff is in his hand, and at most it can knock the enemy away. If he wants to pierce the enemy, his mental strength will be at least several times stronger.

"Pastors are not going to be our enemies. Peake smiled and shook his head.

"Hehe......" The smile on his face immediately turned into a sneer, "It seems that you forgot all about the night before." ”

...... the night before yesterday Peake suddenly remembered the cardinal, and remembered the holy light from heaven!

The cardinal's mental strength is something he can't compete with, and he didn't choose to kill himself with the sandy wood in the lumberyard, but chose to use the purifying power of the Holy Light, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

In the end, he was seriously injured by the poison of the rotten gold monster, which was actually completely unexpected by him. Who knew that the poison of the rotten gold monster could be so strong. If the cardinal had cut off his feet at that time, Pique and Zhu Tian would still have been purified by the Holy Light.

But it was the other party's wrong step, and the wrong step gave him that opportunity.

Thinking of this, Pique has to thank the gold monster. Without the slime blessing of the rotten gold monster, a hundred Pique and Zhu Tian together might not be able to defeat the cardinal. Until now, the so-called purifying power of the Holy Light was still fresh in his memory.

Irresistible!

Such power does not belong to the human world in the first place!

Fortunately, everything is in the past.

In addition to fear, Pique still has a faint worry in his heart. He is not like Zhu Tian, he is alone, he has his best friend Ryder, and he has the most respected grandfather in his life. When the cardinal cursed silently in the donkey shed, he only felt cold all over.

Words are powerful, and at this time, this vicious force has been buried deep in Pique's heart.

Before he had time to think about it, Peake walked out of the workshop, because just now, he heard a knock on the door of the lumberyard.

Opening the newly made wooden door, Zhu Tian looked at the nasty ghost's panting appearance and frowned: "What happened?" he asked.

The nasty ghost finally breathed evenly, and he said to Zhu Tian in shock: "The owner of the auction house sent someone to tell you that before dawn, a batch of gold coins was brought in from outside the town, but it was ...... But he was detained by Baron Hygivi!"