A few days later.

Holding the fully automatic cleaning, cooking, and seasoning thermos cup in his hand.

With a little ostentation, Olga asked Goeran, who was looking curious:

"Would you like some?"

After thinking about it, Golan chose to refuse: "Forget it, it always feels like you're drinking something strange......"

The taste of Orga is very complex, and there are some things that she can't accept.

In the face of her dislike, Olga waved her hand haughtily:

"Don't underestimate it.

This is a special magic item that I made, and in addition to its own separate space, it is also connected to my personal space as a backup warehouse.

According to the user's wishes, it can automatically make soup, make wine, make juice and mix chemicals, and each function does not affect each other.

Until now, it has now been set 4875741 flavors by me.

It can be said that as long as there are materials, it is capable of making anything you want to drink. ”

“......”

After listening to his introduction, Golan was silent for a while before he said slowly: "Although this thing has a good function, when it comes out of your mouth, it inexplicably has a very earthy feeling, and it feels like an automatic lunch box." ”

In her opinion, if nothing else, just the ability to fully automate the production of all kinds of potions can be used as an artifact in some worlds.

It is completely capable of setting off a bloody storm.

But in Orga's mouth, it seems that the main use is to make soup to satisfy the appetite.

At once, it took its style crooked into the ditch.

As for her reaction, Olga was instantly puzzled, and asked puzzledly, "Isn't this thing an automatic lunch box?"

He didn't have any need for the so-called potions, so he had always used them as soup making tools, brewing equipment, and juicers.

Except for stockpiling some emergency potions, that ability was completely ignored by him.

Seeing his reaction, Golan was also speechless.

His eyes were full of sympathy for the ten rings on his hand, as well as the cup.

Those ten rings are obviously a rare source of energy reserves, and can give the wearer the effect of resisting the oppressive forces of another world.

In the bottomless abyss, this equipment is far more valuable than many artifacts, but it is used by Orga as a finger tiger to beat people.

As for that cup, it is obviously a wealth harvester that can continuously make potions, and it can be used as a foundation by many forces, but at this moment, it is directly used as a fully automatic dinner plate by him.

I have to say that this is what the tyrannical creatures say.

Even many [Great Demons] can't do such luxury.

However, after hearing Olga's introduction to the cup, Golan still picked it up and looked at it curiously.

Its material resembles metal, and it is covered with all kinds of weird patterns.

The shape can be changed arbitrarily, which can be turned into a goblet or a thermos mug.

As long as the size is within the range, it can be transformed into any shape at will.

Olga then opened up some rights to Golan.

Otherwise, for her, the liquid contained in it would be no different from venom.

And it's because of those permissions.

When she picked up the [Eternal Pain], some information was automatically sensed by her.

It is a detailed record of what materials are available at the moment, what flavors of drinks can be made, as well as the production time and general effect of those drinks.

It is even accompanied by detailed illustrations and random daily recommendations.

It can be said that even if it is just a casual inspection, Golan has a feeling of dazzle.

She couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

She didn't expect Orga to make it so comprehensive,

Unbeknownst to her, in order to take care of her experience, Orga had put away a lot of menus that were not harmonious at first glance.

For example, he likes to drink the [Evil Spirit Family Pot] recently.

Only some things that are relatively in line with the taste of the elves are retained.

After some selection, Glaner chose a special blend of juices from the previous plane.

That kind of juice, Orga has never tasted it, and even the recipe is obtained through the information database of the [Strategic Information Collection Department].

So Golan was the first to experience it.

The moment she entered, her expression wrinkled slightly, and there was an indescribable entanglement between her expressions.

Because she couldn't even tell whether this juice was good or not, she just felt that the taste was indescribably complicated.

It can only be said that the taste of the aliens is not very synchronized with that of the elves.

So she picked another juice.

This time he nodded with satisfaction.

Seeing this, Olga smiled casually: "I've also added a search function to it, so that after determining what flavor of drink you like, you can let it automatically identify which drinks are similar to it for you." ”

Hearing his words, Golan immediately began to experiment with what Orgar had described.

More than ten minutes later.

After tasting dozens of juices, Golaner, who was already satisfied, handed the [Eternal Pain] to Orgar, and then prompted intentionally or unintentionally:

"A lot of juice is really delicious, but I still think it's a bit inappropriate to waste its maximum effect for this kind of thing, maybe you can sell some potions for what you need, like soul crystals or something?"

Listening to her words, Olga shook her head calmly after glancing at her, pointed to the huge complex of buildings of different styles outside the room, and said the specific reason:

"There's no need for that.

The history of the city needs to be calculated in hundreds of millions of years, and in such a long time, the sales channels of various precious consumables have long been monopolized, and those shops may not seem very inconspicuous, but they are covered by strong people above.

So even if I really want to sell potions, in the absence of a so-called backer, I can only make a small fuss.

Not to mention that little bit of profit is troublesome, it is easy to cause some messy problems.

I don't have that interest in playing boring tricks with them for the time being.

If you have that energy, you might as well do something else. ”

After Orga had finished speaking, Golan nodded and sighed:

"Is that so...... It seems that even in the bottomless abyss, many complex interpersonal relationships are still avoided......"

And Olga just put his arm around her waist and smiled casually:

"No matter what kind of place you are, as long as the members form a scale, then it is inevitable that they will form gangs and squeeze out the lone wanderers.

It's just that some of them are obvious, and some of them are not.

In the bottomless abyss, the so-called material wealth and interpersonal relationships are just incidental things.

Power is always the deciding factor.

Unlike many races, after the upper elite has reached a monopoly, the lower class residents will not be able to continue to climb due to limited resources.

For us abyssal demons, the so-called supplies, potions, minerals...... It's just some catalysts, the instinctive ability to kill and evolve, so that we only need to kill all the way to gain power.

This is also the reason why many demons will allow various alien races to enter the bottomless abyss and obtain resources at will.

For us, those outsiders who come from thousands of miles to earn profits are themselves a tangible benefit. ”