In the evening, Uncle Doyle, a middle-aged man, wearing a purple suit, drove the people of Cesar to the black market in the center of the city. Dressed in a black dress, with gel milk sprayed on his head, he was sitting in the passenger seat and constantly arranging his tie, striving to be perfect and not embarrassing Cesar.

In the back of the car sat Cesar and Camilla. Cesar was still as lazy as ever, wearing a hat that covered his horns, a loose white bonefish T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of wooden flip-flops on his feet. Camilla, who was lying on his lap listening to music, was dressed as a couple in the same way.

"Did that Molière guy deliver something?" asked Cesar, who was holding a bottle of blood-colored drink in his hand.

"Don't worry, he'll be over after lunch. Before we left, he also made a phone call and had already booked a box, No. 11 on the third floor. Milk replied.

"Oh, I think of one thing, the sugar reserves at home are not enough, remember to buy a batch of goods. Cesar reminded.

"I remember, I'll stock it tomorrow. Milk nodded.

Ever since the last time he discovered his weakness in the ocean, he came to Hotzhou and desperately ate sugar, resulting in unexpected benefits.

If you eat a lot of sugar, you can get a huge boost in all aspects of the magic fly, and there are no side effects. For mummies, sugar is a more efficient fuel than death energy and bioenergy. Give Byron two taels of sugar, and he can kill a cow. Give Byron twenty pounds of candy, he dares to go straight to the Tyrannosaurus rex. For himself, Cesar could mix sugar in silvered blood. In the future, if you touch sea salt, the sugar in your blood can be used to counteract the damage.

"What time does it start?" asked Cesar, looking out the window.

"Eight o'clock in the evening. ”

"I'm looking forward to it! Unfortunately, I don't have a list of goods, and I don't know what good things are going on tonight. Smashing the empty glass bottle out of the window, Cesar rubbed his hands together with some excitement.

"What do you want, young master, and what is the plan you talked about at noon?" asked Milk curiously.

"That tease in the swamp is too crumbling, I decided to develop a terrifying superweapon! A humanoid weapon that is absolutely under my command, never has to worry about betrayal, and is powerful and reliable!"

"You corresponded frequently with Old Man G some time ago. You don't want to be a mechanical guard, do you? Reinfuse the pineapple energy and make it into an alternative life form, just like his grandson. Camilla wondered.

"If you want to do it, you can do the best, how can a mere mechanical warrior get into my eyes? Besides, machinery is not my specialty. If you want to do it. I have to find Old Man G. I'll do it myself this time!" Cesar shook his head.

"What's that? Huh...... You don't want to make a Katz-sama, do you? I read the old man's letter to you last time. Say that Kaz has awakened, and the power doesn't seem to be weak, do you want to get one too?" Camilla raised an eyebrow, guessing.

"That perfect creature isn't my strong suit. If you want to do it, you have to find an autopsy. My plan is to build a perfect mechanical mummy, and the ability is still the same as the mummy, but the brain is under my control if it wants to be machined. Cesar flicked the window glass with his hand and said slowly, "I hope to find the corpse with human eyes tonight." Hey, I've killed three sub-gods over the years, and none of them are humanoids, not even large creatures. If we can photograph a humanoid sub-god corpse tonight, we may be able to develop a new product. ”

"You don't have the energy to contract the undead, do you? What's the use of making it? At the beginning in the Divine Domain, in order to contract two more undead, you couldn't even notice that Alexandre Dumas was taken away. Later, when you arrived in Resu, you almost wiped out the whole army in order to contract one more mummy, and you were killed by the funny pit. Camilla lamented, "Actually, I think Master G's suit is good, you can pay him to build me a Terminator bodyguard!

"That's a pectoral muscle!"

......

After a noisy journey, Cesar finally arrived in the center of the city, in front of a two-hundred-meter-high pyramid.

In this downtown area full of high-rise buildings and busy traffic, a huge ancient building full of colorful lights and covering an area is absolutely eye-catching. And at the entrance to this giant pyramid, two giant cat statues of the same hundred meters high were erected.

Dare to build such an illegal building in a modern city, and it has not been demolished, it can only be said that the forces behind it are extremely powerful.

If you look closely at these two cats, they are not cat-headed monsters, but cats through and through, but they stand up like people. The one on the left holds the spear in both hands and looks into the distance, which is extraordinary, and the one on the right is a huge shield in one hand and a great sword in the other, and his eyes are closed and solemn.

The most exaggerated thing is that it is obviously two stone statues, but the cat on the left has two high-power searchlights embedded in its eyes, and it is constantly strafing with the cat's head. The one on the right, although he didn't open his eyes, but the big sword with a jewel lamp on the end of his handle was also constantly turning, releasing a dazzling light. This Nima black technology!

"Camilla, look! it's your home again. After coming a few times, I always feel that behind this black market, there is the shadow of the pan-continental beckoning cat chamber of commerce. "There is a strict cat worship atmosphere in the northern part of Rezhou, and you can see cats everywhere. Even the owner of the Sun Palace, the Sun King's scarab beetle, has a beetle crown on his head and wears a costume printed with cat patterns.

"I don't know, the cat statue is the most popular statue in North Rezhou, followed by the scarab, and then the dog, the crocodile, the lion, the ostrich, the scorpion, ....... Another point is that this black market is by no means opened by Freemasons, and their influence cannot reach Beirezhou. The Cats and Freemasons are two forces, and the two sides are on the same page, and they can't play together at all. Camilla shook her head.

"What? Are you cats also of human race? Are you a black cat, count yourself as a black cat, and a white cat is a white man?" ”

"You go to die, you're Uncle Black!Your whole family is Uncle Black!Remember, Meow hates two kinds of people the most in this life! Black people, those who can't count, and those who are racist! Don't mention black skins to me in the future~" Camilla kicked Cesar and said angrily.

"Okay, I'll be fun. Let's talk about the feud between the indigenous cat and the beckoning cat in Hotsu. Aren't you one of the beckoning cats? and you're also a native of Hotsea, the cat stick that Augustine dug out of the pyramids. Cesar asked.

"You're a cat! You're a beautiful and noble meow! My memories of my life have recovered a lot, but they are still incomplete. Anyway, I remember that the relationship between the two sides was not good, but I can't remember the specific reason. It seems that it was a conflict of interests, or other reasons, in short, the two families finally fell out. Camilla struggled to recall.

"Forget it, I don't want to, let's go to the box first and see what the goods are on tonight. I've asked the mercenaries to help you find your identity, and it won't be long before I can find the pyramid where you were found and help you recover your memories. I remember Augustine saying that your tomb seems to be quite tall and different from the other pyramids. Come to think of it, you should have been a big man in your lifetime, maybe you were still a god. Cesar comforted.

"Hmph, Meow must have been a shocking big man before his death, just look at my ability! The real room, the brain hole, the superpower, and that book, how can a mere genius describe me?" Hearing Cesar's praise, Camilla flicked her tail, squinted her eyes triumphantly, and walked towards the box.

The waiters on both sides saw Camilla's cat ears and tail and saluted respectfully. As for being dressed in casual clothes and wearing slippers, if it weren't for the sake of the cat-eared lady, she would have been beaten out of the stick.

In the box, Cesar flipped through the auction list for the evening and read it with the cats in his arms. The most valuable items are naturally a top-level world flame vein key, as well as a blood sea core, but the price of these two items is too high, starting from billions, and Cesar is very self-aware to ignore it.

Sweeping his gaze from the place where the price was lowest, Cesar ignored mechanical products, ignored martial arts, magic scrolls, ignored bloodline treasures, ignored potion gems, ignored beautiful slaves, ignored artifact equipment, ignored weapon ships, ignored food, ignored perfume and fragrances, ignored weapons of war, ignored sub-gods and mummies he sold,...... Ignoring the corpse...... Wait, that's the one I'm looking for!(To be continued......)

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