Two days later, it was still the same room, and Lin Feng looked at the few things spread out on the table in front of him, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Oliveich, can you be sure that these are the best things of the race?"

"It's still a little bit short of the best, but it's definitely a high-class product!"

Oriskich swore by it.

"That's enough. ”

Lin Feng calmed down, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and put it in front of him to look at it carefully.

In the crystal bottle, the amber liquor flows slightly, shining in the light of magical lights, making it look beautiful.

The fly in the ointment is that there are a slight amount of impurities floating in the amber liquor, and it is no wonder that before the popularization of modern technology, not all grades of wine had the problem of incomplete impurity filtration.

At the end of the day, it's a lack of technology.

Olivech explained to Lin Feng on the side.

"I took this bottle of rum out of old Jill's hand with great difficulty!

"That stubborn old fellow, who has only a skeleton shelf left, still likes to collect and all kinds of good wine...... In his words, even if you can't drink it, just looking at it is enough to satisfy your cravings!"

Yes, it's another dead ghost with a clear brain circuit......

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and reached out to open the lid on the wine bottle.

A faint aroma of wine rushed into his nose, but this aroma was not as strong as he imagined, even in the eyes of Lin Feng, a person who didn't drink, it seemed a little bland.

"Is this the liquor that the dwarves drink?"

"I guess so! Looking at the appearance of old Jill, it is definitely a rare good wine. ”

"Alright, the dwarven business is stable......!

Lin Feng put the sprinkler back on the table, and reached out to pick up the elven bow and arrow carved with flowers and vines.

He stretched out his fingers, flicked them a few times, and then pulled the bowstring again.

"This is the bow and arrow in the hand of an elven skeleton, that skeleton was an elven nobleman before his death, and the bow and arrow in his hand is a handmade weapon by an elf master!"

"Every arrow that fills the bowstring is fatal to the heavy armor professionals below the second ring, and the cloth armor and leather armor professionals below the third ring!"

"Among the elves, apart from the weapons used by the professionals, this should be the best product!"

"It doesn't look good......

Lin Feng pursed his lips, grabbed the bowstring, and exerted his strength to feed, until his face turned red, and he could not make the bowstring move a little.

Orwich: "......"

Feeling Orivic's strange gaze, Lin Feng's very rare old face turned red.

"Isn't it just a broken bow? It's broken, right?"

Lin Feng looked at Orivich with a smile, his body filled with a dangerous aura.

"My king, this is my negligence! This bow and arrow is indeed broken, I will go back and settle accounts with that elf skeleton!"

Orivich chose to follow his heart, although he was apologizing, but the smile in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

"My king, don't be too inferior! This bow and arrow, even a well-trained elven archer, has only the strength to pull a full bow three times. After three times, the arm will be sore. ”

"The elven archery masters have been working hard to improve this bow, but I heard that it seems to have been ineffective. ”

"In that case, then the elven clan's business is also stable! In the end, it's you......"

Lin Feng looked at the small and delicate glass bottle placed on the table, and his eyes turned into the shape of a gold coin with a round square hole.

Perfume ...... This is the most lucrative industry.

Based on the experience of the previous two times, both the elven bow and the dwarven spirits, Lin Feng had the ability to make better ones, and this elven perfume should not be much better.

But, it turned out that he was wrong!

As soon as the lid of the glass bottle is opened, an intoxicating and strange fragrance spreads out, filling the room at a rapid speed, dissipating the decay and antiquity.

This feeling is definitely not comparable to cheap artificial perfumes!

“emmm...... It seems that there are some problems with this project of perfumery, so forget it! It doesn't matter, the spirits and the new bow and arrow alone are enough! a million gold coins...... That's all small numbers!"

Lin Feng felt very inflated now.

"I'm going to be rich in no time! no...... I'm already the Lich King, King!hahaha......"

Orivich, who was standing on the side, looked at Lin Feng, who was convulsive, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and a happy grass and mud horse galloped past in his heart.

"Is this the future of the undead? Oh my God, did I have a problem with my brain when I chose him?"

After the daily convulsions, Lin Feng's expression became normal again, and he said solemnly to Oliveich.

"Orivich, what I'm going to say next is very important, you must do it with your heart!"

Orivich nodded.

"My king, you can say it, I will definitely complete the things you have told me as quickly as possible!"

"Good!"

Lin Feng clapped his hands, "You help me find some trustworthy blacksmiths, and then get some iron ore that has not been impregnated by death energy, and finally purchase a large number of inferior wine in the hands of human beings, the more the better!"

"Within three days, these things must be done. You must know that every minute and every second is a golden coin, and this matter is related to whether or not I can complete the test of Skeletron!"

"I see, let's do it now!"

This time, Orivich did not walk through the door, but pulled out a white bone staff from his gray robe.

Before Lin Feng could speak, the red gem on the top of the bone staff flashed. Orivich's figure disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng nodded with relief.

"The children can be taught!...... This ability is really convenient, a necessary skill for home travel, killing people and killing mouth......s!

After leaving the room, Olivech flashed straight into a deserted wood, dressed up slightly, and flew off into the distance.

And the direction in which he flew was ...... The Empire of Mankind – St. Anster!

The speed of the legendary mage of the Seven Rings is not covered, and with the blessing of the wind magic, the scenery in Olivech's vision continues to flicker, and his body turns into a faint afterimage, speeding across the earth.

Less than half a day later, he appeared in a human town on the border of St. Anster, dressed in gray robes.

The bustling crowd did not stop Oliveich, who walked very skillfully to a tavern, sat down in the corner, ordered an ale, and gently crushed a milky skull.

"Lal, see you at the old place, emergency, hurry up!"