The group went their separate ways, with Yam returning to the castle with Gurlov and the magician's corpse, and then returning to the secret mine to send Mo Mingke and the old tree to Wallenbosch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since Gurlov didn't want to show up again for the time being, he made a list of items and asked Mo Mingke to go to the town to buy them. When they arrived in Wallenbosch, Yam continued to say that Gurlov was an evil human and should not be trusted.

When the blacksmith saw them return unharmed with the purple core leaf, he happily paid 300 gold coins. When this heavy bag of gold coins was handed to Mo Mingke, he felt that the sense of crisis hanging over his head had finally disappeared, and there would be infinite possibilities to welcome him.

"Boss, by the way...... Mo Mingke said mysteriously.

"Tell me something. ”

"Have you ever heard of the Tricolor?"

"Of course I did, it's a rare magical material!"

"Hey, do you need it?"

The blacksmith suddenly looked left and right, leaned over as if he was afraid of being heard, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have one?"

"Absolutely, it's a specialty of our country. Mo Mingke tried not to show the ecstasy in his heart, he said, "I can sell it to you secretly......"

"Oh, I'm so lucky to have met you! I've been looking for this material for a long time!"

"How much do you want to buy? For the sake of our fate, we can give you a discount. ”

The blacksmith excitedly said, "That's great! I want 200 grams!"

"What did you say?" Mo Mingke almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"What's wrong...... Isn't that a little too much?"

Mo Mingke grabbed a sword on the wall and slammed it to the ground, making a "clang" sound, and scolded: "You're kidding me, aren't you? This stone weighs more than a pound, and I dare to help you cut out 200 grams? We are wholesalers, not retailers!"

The blacksmith is confused.

"Forget it. Mo Mingke said: "Do you know any friends who want to buy the three-color rock? ”

The blacksmith said he couldn't do anything.

"If you go to your king for a deal, do you think it's possible?"

The blacksmith stated that the king never dealt with strangers.

“......”

The deal failed, and they had to find a place to fill their stomachs first. When they came to the largest "old glass" restaurant in town, the three of them made a "gurgling" sound one after another, and the waiter in charge of ordering food listened to the trio awkwardly.

"Let's have a full meal. Mo Mingke said.

"Sorry, we don't have a 'full meal' dish here. The stunned waiter replied.

"I mean a copy of everything on the menu. ”

"Lord Demon King, do you really want so much? We can't finish eating. As she spoke, Yamm snorted as she spoke.

"Eat it, I won't let you go hungry with me. ”

Yam sucked the hanging Harazi and said, "But we can't sell the stones, so the money will soon return to the old days." ”

"Let's talk about it later, even if we save money, we can't change the reality, can we?"

Dishes are served one after the other, oatmeal crepes, baked pudding, apple cranberry pie, crispy roast goose, pickled herring, matsutake stew...... Every dish was swept away in less than a minute, and the other diners looked at the group of hungry ghosts, speechless. The empty plates were stacked higher and higher, and the smallest Yam was the first to be defeated, her little belly swollen round, like a pregnant woman who was nine months pregnant; for Mo Mingke, the food here was simply too delicious, and he did not dare to expect to eat such natural and pollution-free food in his world, until the food had reached his throat and could no longer swallow anything, he reluctantly put down his knife and fork, and took a small sip of the drunken honey wine, and the old tree was simply like a monster, enough to make the whole meal of twenty people finally swept away by him.

Looking at the old tree's slightly bulging belly, Mo Mingke's eyes were about to fall out, according to this way of eating, no amount of money would be enough to spend!

"Have you eaten enough...... Would you like a few more?"

"Don't be nervous, Lord Demon King, the old tree is a camel's stomach, and eating this meal is enough for him to live for more than ten days. Yamm said lazily with a full hiccups.

"Gotta make it clear to Gurlov...... Wrapping up or not eating...... Not to mention five insurances and one housing fund......" Mo Mingke muttered to himself.

The bill cost them nearly a quarter of their money, and they then went to the bazaar to buy the items Gurlov had requested.

"Graphite crucibles more than seven feet in diameter, arachnoid venom extracts, crystallized snot of abyssal worms, withered gray lotus, moldy bean sprouts, eggs bitten by flies, flies that have bitten eggs, armpit hair of old virgins...... What the hell is this......"

Originally, they thought that it would be very difficult to find these strange things, but in the end, it didn't take much effort to find all the things, and sure enough, the theorem that money is the master applies to all worlds.

Back at the castle, Gurlov expressed satisfaction with what they had found. Mo Mingke didn't dare to ask the most commonly used greeting in his world, "Have you eaten?", and at the same time he was very curious about how Gurlov solved the food problem in this place where birds don't poop, is he also a camel's stomach? Or is it ...... Don't...... Don't dare to make up for it anymore......

For the next few days, Yam acted as a transport driver between the castle and the secret mines, while Mo Mingke tinkered with vegetable seeds bought from the town.

On the surface, it seems to be leisurely and casual, but in fact, Mo Mingke is more anxious than anyone else, those truckloads of tricolor ore have been transported to the castle, but if no buyer is found, no matter how much it is transported, it will be useless, seeing that Gurlov's ghoul is about to be refined, the mining work will continue immediately, and there is still no progress on his side.

Mo Mingke didn't have a clue about it, he planted the seeds of tomatoes and green peppers on the lookout on the east side of the castle, and after a few days, the seeds finally showed sharp corners in the soil, and the mutant crows hovering in the air would always come to peck at the seedlings, so Mo Mingke spent most of his time playing the role of a crow catcher. However, one day he suddenly woke up to the fact that there was no sun in the Blood Moon Wasteland, and these seedlings could not photosynthesize......

"Daddy!"

Mo Mingke held his breath and paced back and forth in the castle noisily, sometimes scratching his ears and cheeks, sometimes frowning. The old tree sitting cross-legged in the corner followed Mo Mingke's gaze back and forth, like a hypnotic pendulum.

The old tree's room was originally on the lower floor of the castle, and now the entire lower part of the castle is used by Gurlov, in fact, Gurlov doesn't really need such a huge space, but when he refines ghouls, he emits an extremely strong smell, and the others can't stand it, so they naturally move to the better ventilated east tower to live.

"This wooden bed is too hard to sleep on...... Gotta put it upholstered...... The bread had only been left out for two days before it went rancid...... Damn, can you live without a refrigerator...... I'm running out of firewood...... The one who is blind in the black light has to chop wood...... It's over, and suddenly a little bit of a rush ......"

Mo Mingke, who had been talking to himself, came back to his senses, looked at the old tree blankly and asked, "Is there toilet paper here?"

The old tree nodded and disappeared to the side of the room. A short time later, he returned to the tower with a piece of paper stained with an unidentified brown substance.

Mo Mingke pinched the corner of the piece of paper in disgust and asked, "What is it on this? It can't be used, right?"

The old tree spread his hands helplessly.

East Observatory. Mo Mingke was entangled in whether to use his hands or paper, and after a closer look, this piece of paper was printed with strange patterns, and its material was not like toilet paper, he held the paper in front of his eyes, wanting to smell the paper for a little smell, a breeze blew, and the paper made intimate contact with his face......