No matter what becomes of Garcia, the sun will always rise as usual.

Pippons is now basking in the sun, and he feels that this sentence is particularly reasonable...... Ah, someone's coming.

"You're so meowy, sell a little power, three whole lead for a slice of bread! Seven incomplete for one piece! It's like I didn't give you a meal, meow......" He finished shouting casually, got up and squinted at the two soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army who came over.

"What are you doing here?" The shield-bearing soldiers also casually pointed at the thin men and women behind Pippens, who were picking up or picking at the lead bullets scattered on the ground and walls.

"Back to sir, we're making money." Pippons stretched out his hand and pulled out a bag - "Lead sells for a good price in those places north of Garcia." As for making a move in the city, the military masters don't care about this, right? ”

"You people, you really got into the cracks of money!" The soldier's beard shook at the head, "Okay, the poor ghosts make a little money, let's not scare them~ Hahahaha......"

In the past, after the big and small battles of Elta, there would be poor ghosts and spontaneous poor ghosts driven by soldiers to carry the dead on the battlefield, exchange their belongings for some life money, and recover the archers and knives on the battlefield, whether intact or broken.

The slain rebel mages were dragged back to the castle before sunrise, and the equipment of the dead and wounded spearmen and ordinary soldiers was recovered - all that was left was a small shrimp like buckshot.

In the case of other merchants and the poor ghosts they summoned, the lead could only be turned into a cladding on the roofs of the rich, or flowed back into the hands of the magic spear team—the magic spear team of the Western Expeditionary Army did shoot a lot of lead, but Pippons didn't care about the dozens of silver coins at all.

In the end, it was not impossible to sell it back to the Western Expeditionary Army. Pippons looked at another small bag of lead delivered to his hand, and neatly picked out one of them that looked intact, and held it between his fingers and took it to the sunlight to examine it carefully.

This is what he wants.

Thanks to the Death Magician, who gave him the opportunity to let the Magic Spear Team shoot a lot. He was explicitly instructed on the radio to collect the projectile after it was fired, and to try to get the distance between the firing position and the projectile landing.

The conical warhead, which had been fired and was still intact, was put in his pocket. It's just worth getting five of them after going around two battlefields? I think that when I was in the shooting range, most of the warheads I saw were only deformed, and only those who shot at close range were fragmented.

Pippons, who had been thinking about it for a long time, almost lost his mind—until he noticed that the little skinny black boy who was begging for money seemed to shake his head, begging for a reward with his talking eyes.

"Well done." Pippons took out another cloth pocket from his bag with some embarrassment, "Just give you the silver coins, oh, don't go, this candy is for you." ”

It was only then that the black shadow on his chest opened his blue eyes in confusion. Sugar? Shouldn't sugar be yellow or red particles in a jar? That's not what honey looks like, is it?

"Eat like this." Pippons realized that his kindness was a bit stupid. With an inexplicable look of guilt, he conjured another candy from his stretched palm and slowly unfolded the candy wrapper, "It's sweet." ”

The boy suspiciously put the white pillar candy stripped of the candy wrapper in his mouth—it was unusually sweet.

The candy with the smell of milk and fishy smell was so sweet that it stuck to my teeth. He desperately agitated his cheeks, trying to strip the culprit from the upper and lower teeth - and failed.

What a sweet failure. Human beings are born with an instinctive craving for fat, sugar, and protein. In order for humans to survive, they must consume sugar, so the human taste nerves and brains have created a taste trick called "sweet" to attract people to actively approach this kind of food.

And since the birth of the teenager and the coming to this world until today, I have never eaten such sweet food - because the inferior means of sugar production in this world have led to extremely high sugar prices and poor quality. This first contact is purer and sweeter than the sky, and it will forever be engraved in the cranial nerve circuits of the teenager.

The young man, who was so happy that his heart was sweet, clutched the candy wrapper with a rabbit drawn on it with otherworldly characters. A silver horn that is slightly more than the money of bread is good, but it is not as sweet as the memory on the candy paper.

There was no shortage of sugar and sugar in the bill issued by the Bimonthly Church merchants, and it was only natural that these things would flow into Garcia's city—which is why Pippons dared to use sugar so loosely to win people's hearts.

Pippons smiled helplessly as he watched the boy who was bouncing up and down as if he had reappeared as a child. The children in the "liberated area" will not be happy like this because of such a small candy - the "white rabbit" does not have this divine power. "That's all I can do. Kids, wait a few more days! Looking at the women and children who were still on the ground and picking lead on the wall, Pippons clenched his fist in his pocket and said to himself secretly.

The Western Crusade, oh no, the Bilunar Church has pills - he firmly believes in it. Even if he fails, the Army's advance into Garcia will at most pay a little more. The Western Expeditionary Army in the whole state is helpless, let alone a circus that has just had one infighting, let alone a major general who has just had one internal strife?

"The Church of the Two Moons is indeed at the end of its time." Thousands of miles away in Mendong City, the door of the "Elf Liaison Office" was closed, and four pairs of long ears were gathered around the same table with solemn expressions. "Is it ridiculous that the newcomer to the Double Moon Church, who has a lot of ideas and a lot of ghost ideas, would actually think of using a method to drive people to blow themselves up to defeat the forces of Sielta?"

"Well, well, there's nothing strange about it," Ramaherdi replied to Daviv's exclamation, but her eyes were fixed on the pair of papayas that Davivif had placed on the table. "This matter, Uffy Mondridge's predecessor Wattaf also did it, you haven't heard of the result?"

"No, no." Papaya and Tablet replied in unison, then turned their heads together and glared at each other. Once again, the scene was at an impasse—even Ramahetia had an eerie smile on her face. I don't know if those elders are evil? Did they deliberately separate them together?

"Well, it's probably the magician sent by Vataf who wanted to blow up the granary of Mendong City, which the Otherworlders called New Town at that time, and they captured it."

It seems that the person who wants to know is not listening...... Ramahetia and Nonotan looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Then the Otherworldly people used their flying props, tied the culprit under the flying props, froze into popsicles in the air, and threw them at Hilzi, and smashed them all the way to the roof of the small church in Vataf."

The two of them, who were still glaring at the light just now, changed their attitudes in an instant. This is interesting, the so-called benevolent people of the other world have this secret history, they have never heard of it. This trick directly freezes the culprit into a popsicle in the air, and then returns the original thing - this trick is no more terrifying than directly burning the church down, but it is indeed very fresh.

"Ah, so it's a good thing Davieve that you happened to pass by Garcia at that o'clock and entered Uffy Mondridge's room at that time, otherwise the Otherworldly would have redoubled in the event of unimaginable consequences. God knows if this flying prop will be equipped with the weapon of the alien and smash directly into the Lancas Islands. Then we can't accept such a loss. ”

Lumirana's face began to rise again, "What's the use of papaya gone?" And not in vain. With the level of security here, the person holding the big magic powder jar can't get in at all, okay? ”

"Silly boy, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case, let's call it foolproof, you know?" Davieve held her chest up, her head held high, and she looked like she had infinite energy—in her fight with Lumirana, the small-breasted one was always short-hearted.

Rama Heti stretched out his hand, and the wind hammer struck Davieve hard. It's not that she's big-chested, but to remind her to give way - the two have been arguing for thousands of years, and they can quarrel from Sunday until Saturday, and they can't tell the difference.

"Uh......h Pain ...... "Lumina was about to laugh smugly as she watched Davieve hold her head, when Ramaher's Wind Hammer completed a double kill.

"Quarrel back! I'm going to report and ask the roundtable to send another team! Although Ramaheti's breasts are not the largest, once she gets angry, the eldest sister's temperament is exposed.

"How is the Western Expeditionary Army, how is the Twin Moon Church, they are going to withdraw from the Elta Continent after all. If Ofe Mondridge, a smart man, has a brain twitch for a while and annoys the now suave Otherworldly, you can't afford this situation, Luminana, right? ”

The little flat Lori lowered her head and was about to bury herself in the table. The otherworldly's armaments were as destructive as the Creator's, and she could see that at a glance.

As soon as Ramaher shook her hand, the inflatable mints on the table shook into her mouth. After chewing for a while, she changed her tone and looked around at the three new companions—two of whom really didn't give her peace of mind.

"The food, clothing, housing, and enjoyment of people from other worlds here are all found in the world." Ramahetia pointed to the open bags of marshmallows on the table, and the mountains of snacks piled up behind them, "I haven't tasted these since I was created by my Creator until today. Even clothes and shoes, headdresses and hats, the Otherworldly people have to be very accomplished in these areas. Don't think it's drudgery to come here and face visitors from other worlds, they're human too, and they're even much smarter than the people we've been caring for for for millennia-"

"We want to be as beautiful as you!" Daviv, who was holding his head to defend, had long coveted the gorgeous clothes on Ramaheti's body, and in an instant, he was out of state and interrupted Ramahetia, and he almost pounced on him with starry eyes. "Sister Ramaheti, take us to buy it!"