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The demon hunter brother and sister were so frightened that they ran backwards without looking back, their breathing becoming more and more rapid, but their footsteps did not stop.

It wasn't until he couldn't feel the pressure at all that he stopped, leaned against the trunk of the tree and gasped for air.

"What is that, how do I feel like a wolf!" Gretel said in horror, she had never encountered such a monster after growing so big, but she just roared with such a momentum.

Hansel shook his head, the fog was too thick to see what was inside, the only thing that was certain was that the monster inside was not something they could fight against at all.

He glanced behind him, and when he saw the rising fog in the distance, his face changed, and he hurriedly said,

"Let's go, let's go, get out of here."

In this situation, it is impossible to pursue it anymore, and the only expectation is that the werewolf has nothing to do with the monster in the fog.

……

Things in the world are always wonderful, good intentions do not necessarily lead to good rewards, and good deeds do not necessarily lead to good results.

The Witcher siblings, who were fair trade, felt they had done too little in John's plan and did not deserve a whopping $1,500 honorarium.

Therefore, they chose to hunt the werewolves hiding here in the depths of the northern forest to make the trade fairer.

But I never thought that just killing a few wild werewolves would provoke such a terrifying monster.

……

The sun is rising, the sun is shining, and it's another good day.

Well-fed and well-fed, John walked out of the villa, through the cotton fields, and again into the warehouse under the strange gaze of the hired man.

What's the matter, young master, the season of cotton sales is coming, and he doesn't go to entertain merchants, he drills into the warehouse all day long, is it possible that gold can still be produced in it.

And, the person who snuck in last night said that there was nothing in the warehouse except a bunch of unintelligible parts.

They don't understand, let alone understand, that for several southern states, farming and harvesting are the fastest ways to obtain wealth, and the rest are crooked.

Inside the warehouse, five dim lights illuminate the closed world.

John reassembled the cigarette machine that he had disassembled yesterday and said to Henry, who pushed the door in,

"Did you bring anything?"

The freckled boy nodded, and dragged in the three barrels of pulp he had bought from Delaishire.

John opened the barrel and dipped his fingers in a little liquid and pinched it back and forth a few times,

"Yes, the stickiness is okay."

He mixes the pulp in proportion to the paste he had Debbie had prepared and pours it into the adhesive device of the cigarette maker.

With the tobacco, paper, and secret spices ready, the production experiment can finally begin.

Looking at this somewhat ugly machine, somehow, a strange feeling came out of my heart, and I felt like I was back in the university laboratory years in a trance.

John shook his head, banished the distractions from his head, pulled out his pocket watch, and began to time.

One second, two seconds, three seconds,

Time passed slowly, and when the hands of the pocket watch returned to the number 12, he immediately waved his hand, and Henry, who was shaking the handle, quickly stopped, looking confused.

He really didn't understand what the eldest young master had in doing this experiment, not to mention the waste of materials, it was also time-consuming and laborious, you must know that this thing looks weightless, but it is not light at all when shaken.

John took out the long cigarette strip from the chassis and counted it carefully,

There are a total of 28 cigarettes, each 25cm long, which can be cut into three parts, which is 84 finished cigarettes.

The output per minute is 84, which cannot be compared with the large cigarette machines that move thousands or even tens of thousands of cigarettes per minute in later generations.

However, it is also enough.

John was very excited, picked up a cigarette and threw it to the freckled young man on the side, and said,

"Come on, try it, and see how it tastes this time?"

"Try it again!"

Henry's face was full of reluctance, and every time he improved the flavor recipe to produce the cigarette, he had to taste it himself, and it was almost 40 times before and after, and his lips were numb, and he was dizzy when he saw the cigarette now.

"Rest assured, this time the recipe is perfect, it's the last time."

"You've said that ten times."

"Why, you don't want to!" John said coldly,

"How can you! How could I not want to! ”

The boy grimaced, lit a cigarette, and had just taken a puff when a quick knock on the door suddenly came from behind him.

The warehouse door was pushed open, and Debbie, who was full of nervousness, walked in,

"Young Master, my lord is back."

The fewer words, the more information.

After Debbie finished speaking, the entire warehouse suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little solemn.

Derek Condon,

Born in 1797, he is 56 years old, the founder of Conton Manor, the fourth largest plantation in Mississippi, who participated in the Mexican-American War, the Franco-American War and the Indian War, with the rank of major, and once selected the governor of Mississippi, and was elected second by 13 votes.

This is a legendary figure and the biological mother of John's body.

"The eldest young master... The eldest young master..."

John came back from his musings and said, "Something? ”

"The master said to let you go and see him."

"Now?"

"Yes!" Debbie nodded, her face couldn't help but show worry, the relationship between father and son has always been very bad, and now the eldest young master has killed Blake quietly, although his real identity is a werewolf, but after all, he is a son who has been raised for twenty years, and if he says he will die, how can he not resent it in his heart.

"I know, you go first, I'll be there in a moment."

John said in a deep voice, and then turned his gaze to Henry to the side,

"How's it going, how do you feel this time?"

Henry spat out the cigarette in his mouth,

"It's just right, it's not bitter or greasy, and it has a weird scent."

"That's right."

John jotted down the ratios of the previous ingredients, made a list of recipes, and then worked with Henry to reassemble the cigarette maker into countless small parts.

After doing all this, it was already evening.

At this time, Debbie pushed open the door of the warehouse again, looking frightened and even a little worried,

"Young Master..."

"Don't rush, it's over."

John fetched a basin of water, sorted out the meter, and followed her out of the warehouse.

As the sun sets, the beautiful Condon Manor is draped in a dark red veil, with patches of gold under the veil and a little green above the veil, and the main villa of Condon Manor is in the middle of the blue banyan tree.

At this time, Debbie, who had been silent, suddenly whispered,

"Young Master, when I came, I heard that the master released the lady."

John's footsteps paused slightly,

"Hmm!"

A nasal sound came out of his mouth, and he stepped through the door and disappeared into the brightly lit hall.