It was late in the night, and icy freezing rain fell over the land of the Shire. If you don't have enough warm clothing, you can freeze to death in the mud of the streets. As a result, there is no one to stay in the Shire at night, and even the most down-ending homeless will find a place to take shelter.

Zongchen and Palsi hurried back home, but fortunately there was no rain, otherwise a typhoid fever would have killed someone, after all, the poor could not afford medicine.

Said to be a home, but only literally. In fact, this is just a rotten shack in the wilderness, built of some tattered iron sheets, which is ventilated everywhere, but fortunately, at the top is a large piece of alloy picked up by Zongchen, which will not rust, and has been sheltering the two of them from the wind and rain for countless days and nights.

"Wrap yourself in the quilt and don't move, I'll go cook some soup." Zongchen surrounded Palsi with a filthy and tattered flocculent mass, and instructed.

"Oh." Like a big dumpling, Palsi carefully nibbled on the uneaten piece of hard bread.

After a while, Zongchen walked out of the kitchen with a steaming pot. He poured the clear soup into two iron bowls, handed one to Palsi, and drank it slowly to his lips.

After drinking the soup, the chill on his body subsided, but Zongchen still kept shivering. But not because of the cold, but because of the thing he got from the monster at the entrance of the alley.

Zongchen looked at the dark night outside from the cracks in his home, as if he was wary of something. However, Palsi stared at Zongchen curiously.

"Don't worry, no one will come and rob us. What's more, it's in such a cold freezing rain. What do you get? I've already eaten all my bread. Partey put down the soup bowl and patted her stomach proudly.

Hearing Palsi's words, Zongchen couldn't help but laugh at himself. He took out a round metal plaque from his bosom, and saw that it was engraved with extremely complex patterns, and there was a green streamer in it.

"I'll sell this on the black market tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll be able to sell it for a good price." When the time comes, let's buy a room full of hard bread from Gemu pie and eat enough. Zongchen shook the metal medallion at Palsi.

"That's not going to work!" Palsi suddenly exclaimed. Then he sneakily looked outside the house.

"You're talking about a room full of hard bread, I don't know how many people will come to grab it!" Parcy hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

"Then let's save the money and buy it piece by piece." Zongchen was amused by Palsi's appearance.

"That's fine." Palsy cracked her mouth and smiled very happily.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and they don't have enough energy to heat their homes. So I could only snuggle up on the cot and fall asleep with the sleepy traction.

Both of them had the same dream, standing on hard bread the size of a house, and eating with round bellies.

To the south of the Slan Bazaar, the sphere of influence of the Gelug Corps.

On a huge tower, the lights are bright.

"Do you know what you've done?" The supreme general of the Gelug Legion, Gesar held his head in his hands, and his voice was brewing with rage.

"The subordinates are incompetent." In front of Gesar knelt a warrior wrapped in steel armor.

"Get it back as soon as possible, and then you give me death." Gesar's rage finally erupted, and he kicked the warrior in the head.

"Yes." The warrior trembled and got up from the ground, trying to get out of his torment as quickly as possible.

"Stop."

"Don't reveal anything about it, or I'll end up in Mine 7." Gesar stared at the warrior with an extremely cruel smile on his face.

"No...... Absolutely not. When the soldier heard Mine No. 7, his face suddenly changed drastically.

To the north of the Silan Bazaar, the glacial lake occupied by the spear of the First Emperor.

At the bottom of the lake is a huge man-made greenhouse, which is warm and quiet. Almost all of the members of the Spear of the First Emperor live here.

In a huge armory, there are all kinds of ancient cold weapons. This is all in the possession of the Supreme Leader of the Spear of the First Emperor.

"How's he doing?" An old man wrapped in black leather armor was playing with a short sword that was a foot long.

"It's ...... Very good. The man behind the old man frowned, but replied with a scalp.

"Fate, originally ruthless." The old man put the short sword back in place, his face a little gloomy.

"Gesar's men appeared in the land of the Shire yesterday, as if they were chasing something." The man said.

"Don't worry so much, our purpose is just to get money to do things." The old man waved his hand.

"Then I'll go down first." The man bowed slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait. You might as well send some people to find out. Look what the hell those big guys are up to. In addition to making money, you have to have some fun. The old man sighed.

When the man heard this, a smile appeared on his originally expressionless face.

"Yes."

In the middle of the Slan Bazaar, there is a lonely hut. This is the home base of Datan Life. From the outside, this cottage is too small to serve as an office, how can it fit into a company? Of course, it is possible. If you have mastered sufficiently advanced space technology.

If any visitor is allowed to step into the hut, it will surely be a surprise. Because when you enter this door, you enter a whole new world. The top elites of various races are busy inside, and in order to live long enough, they have to work hard and be ruthlessly squeezed by the head of the company.

However, very few people were allowed into the cottage. If you want to buy the body of the heart, there are offices of the Datan Life Corporation in various spheres of influence.

No one would have thought that the top leader of Datan Life Company was a big head like a mountain. It's Scarry, who scares all the staff. No one knows what race Scarry is or where he comes from. It is very strange in size, with no limbs and only a head the size of a hill.

But this head is not simple, it is much more powerful than any high-tech machine for cash, and it contains infinite knowledge. Datan Life has no R&D department, and all new project concepts come from Scarry itself. It has to be said that this is an extremely wise leader. However, it is unusually greedy. No one can take advantage of it. If there were, then it might have been eaten long ago.

Scarry doesn't just eat people, he eats anything as long as he's not happy.

At this time, in Scarry's office, there was a fluffy tanuki with a notebook reporting something.

"Sales in the quarter have been very good, and our orders have been 80 percent higher than before."

"Not enough, not enough. You haven't tried hard enough. Scarry's displeased voice came.

"We'll keep trying, Mr. Scarry." The fluffy tanuki smirked on tiptoe.

"There's one thing I must report to you, Mr. Scarry."

"is a waste of my energy, Knorr." Scary said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scarry. I'll report back to you now. The Gru Corps dug something out of the ground, and it was not enough and it was lost. "Knowledau.

"What do you mean by digging up something? Tell me when you figure it out. Noel, I must warn you that this is the ninety-ninth time you have made a mistake. If it weren't for your outstanding ability, you would have been digested by me. Scarry had a big mouth and squirted a lot of saliva at Noll.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Scarry. I'm going to go out and get to the bottom of it. Noll resisted retching and ran out of the office with a puff of smoke.