If there's one thing that's been the biggest hit in Cade City lately, it's undoubtedly the Chamber of Commerce of the big merchant Zara.

The actions of Zara's chamber of commerce for more than a year can be said to be desperate for everyone in the city who does the same kind of business as them, and they first found someone from a small church to train nuns for them. Yes, nun. Then the nuns would appear at the Bloodline's tables and in the fancy brothels.

They selected the most beautiful girls from the orc tribe, trained them to live like real pets, and then sent them to the auction venue for an unimaginably high price.

Even to a certain extent, they provide the support of some noble blood, a pure noble bloodline with the status of nobility certified by the heraldic court. You can get her for a small amount of money, and with the cooperation of alchemical potions, let her give birth to a high-bloodline offspring for you. For those nouveau riche, this is simply a dream.

Zara's chamber of commerce is no longer engaged in low-level human trafficking, they offer a limited supply of special goods, and only provide high-quality services to truly noble customers. In fact, just for the noble status, they are full of customers.

But what really commends them is their corpse industry, where they sell all the parts separately or do a simple goodie pack. Cannibals love this trendy way of selling it, and necromancers and pet feed buyers appreciate it as well.

No one knew who provided Zara with these great ideas, but the entire Chamber of Commerce knew. Inside the Chamber of Commerce came a mysterious Frank-sama dressed in a strange white coat, who likes to collect the corpses of demonic beasts of various races, as well as humanoids.

"Lord Frank, Lord Frank, are you in there, Lord Frank?" A hurried voice came from outside the door. Frank, who frowned for a while, opened the door and walked out, glaring at the guy in front of him.

"What's the matter with me?" Frank asked angrily, "I remember I said don't call me if there's no new species coming." ”

"I'm sorry, Mistress Frank. The hunting team has caught a two-star level ground spiny turtle, let me call you over. The young man said in horror. He had heard the legend of Lord Frank, and it was said that there was a knight named Doke who was angry with the Lord in front of him, and was directly cut to pieces by Lord Frank with a strange knife.

"Ground Thorn Turtle?" Frank thought for a moment and said, "Let them put that thing in the pool and soak it until soft, and I'll go when I'm done with the matter at hand." The young man looked from Frank's shoulder behind Frank, behind whom the remains of a half-elf were lying on a white platform.

"Then don't bother the adults, I'll tell them. The young man swallowed and turned to leave.

Watching the young man go away, Frank returned to his cabin, locked the door tightly, and pushed the operating table open. Revealing a pitch-black tunnel under the operating table, Frank quickly rolled over and walked down.

Deep in the tunnels is a large space, where a group of green-skinned dwarfs are busy. This is a highly intelligent goblin with an intelligence of 11, but it has no combat ability, but it is an excellent choice as an assistant. That's the good luck of Frank's raffle, Goblin Lair.

By adding flesh and soul, a goblin with a total base stat of 40 is born. You can then assign points to the goblins yourself and determine the basic template. It's a great thing to use, it's a perfect complement,

Goblins: Filthy mass-produced wretched worms

Attributes: 8,6,4,10,12 (Constitution, Strength, Speed, Perception, Intelligence)

Traits: Ingenuity, dark closeness, good at digging

Skills: Team communication

Team talent: Do more with less

Weaknesses: All dark mob and small humanoid weaknesses.

After thinking about it, Frank opened his system panel.

Frankenstein: Requires more than seven corpses to be spliced together, with at least 100 flesh points to activate.

Frank now has a rough idea of how this system makes monsters. The total value of the so-called soul value and flesh value is the basic attribute of the monster when it is born. Flesh can be earned by killing enemies or collecting corpses in addition to completing quests. And Frank doesn't dare to make Frankenstein in large quantities now, it is difficult for them to hide alive, and dozens of Frankenstein are not a big threat to Zara's Chamber of Commerce at all, he needs thousands.

At this time, in the underground space, dozens of goblins were splicing corpses in an orderly manner, and the stronger the corpses, the higher the limit of Frankenstein, so the corpses Frank chose were all high-quality pieces. Seeing Frank coming, dozens of goblins let out a high-pitched scream, Frank took out a bone flute from his neck, and then the goblins dispersed to go their own way.

After the system creates a type of monster, it will make the shape of the operating system according to Frank's will. The controller doesn't cost a lot of resources, but it doesn't have any attack capabilities, it's just a tool.

Frank carefully examined the freshly made stitched corpse, and after making sure there was no problem, he instructed several goblins to send the corpse to the cold room.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a large number of corpse fragments fell to the ground. Since I entered Zara's Chamber of Commerce, everything else is average. But the system's flesh and soul value has never been in short supply again, and the raw materials are also endless.

Frank went to a cold storage inside, replaced the ice cubes in the cold storage, and looked at the mountain of stitched corpses in the cold storage, and a murderous smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Soon, my dear boss, I'll let you remember what kind of monster you got out of that dungeon.

Ten minutes later, Frank hurried to the compound, only to see a monster the size of four carriages spliced together lying on its back in a pitiful pool.

"I remember what I said, throw it in the water and soak it. Frank yelled at a group of mercenaries, "Are you idiots, why don't you bring water to the goblet and put it under it?"

"Sorry sir, we couldn't find such a big pool. The young man said.

"Can't find a pool of water that big? Won't you use a barrel to splash it?, what the hell are you stuffing in your brain?" Frank scolded.

He had already dissected the ground spiny turtle once, so he couldn't get any information and rewards from dissecting it again, and this time he came here just to see what the evolution direction of the second-level ground spiny turtle was.

"Enough, you idiots. Now you're looking for a hard shell that needs siege equipment to crack open, and none of us can move it, okay? No one can do it, not even I can tear open the shell of this thing with my bare hands. And suddenly, this very expensive material is wasted, because of your stupidity!" Frank scolded, as Zara walked by.

"What's wrong? Frank, you seem to be angry. Zara asked, and behind him stood a tall man Frank had never seen before, and Frank felt a tremendous pressure from that man's body like never before.

"These fools threw the turtle on the ground for a long time, and now the turtle is so hard that it can only be divided by smashing it with a battering ram. Frank said.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be that much trouble. Zara said proudly, "Mr. Vie, I'm sorry for you. ”

The tall figure behind Zara didn't say anything, and directly smashed his fist into the thick shell of the ground thorn turtle. The granite-hard skin shattered instantly, but Viye was visibly unaffected.

"Hey, hey!" the mercenaries cheered for Vier, but in Frank's eyes, it was a completely different scene, stitching up the corpse. Viye's true identity is a stitched corpse, stitched corpse to be precise, an abomination.

Abomination: A monster born of stitched corpses combined with magic.

Attributes: 40, 40, 10, 10, 0

Characteristics: Hard epidermis, recovery from war, extremely strong life, natural brute strength.

Skill: Fear Aura, reduces the combat power of the undetermined people around you

Weaknesses: Fire Fear, Holy Slash

Delicate little toys, Frank thought, they would jump just by digging a slippery pit, and then throwing down a torch would end it all. There is no threat at all. But the danger is to produce people who are abominable.

If Frank was right, Zara should be behind a wizard of at least the second order.