A group of great tya horses pulled the goods across the rotting mud and drove in the direction of the village where the group had left, and took a closer look at the wagon, which was as long as eight elephants carrying from end to end.

Presumably the owner of the horse spotted the group of five, the galloping team stopped, the heavy door was opened, and a vague silhouette descended from the carriage.

"People!" The quartet spoke in unison.

Forcibly tied to the back of the Tarim Ox, leaving Victoria to "guard" the work, the three of them began to move towards the silhouette.

When a rude bearded man saw the three Nortons, he immediately opened his hands and hugged them one by one.

Without waiting for the three of them to ask, they poured beans and chattered: "My name is Tom, I am a member of the oak caravan, this truckload of goods is going to the fishing village to exchange for rare goods, this subspace is really disgusting." ”

Tom waved warmly to the carriage, and all the people in the carriage came down.

Pointing to two ghouls that were bigger than Norton, "This is the ghoul subspecies, do you see the crack in the eye?" They are not blind men who work here as guards. He opened his mouth full of yellow teeth and bit down on his thumb-sized cigarette and threw one to Norton and each of them, "They're not slaves, I pay them two corpse tickets a week, and they can exchange them for themselves." ”

"This is the head of the guard, the martial arts instructor with three universal silver coins a week." The man with the musket stuck out his head in the car and said hello.

"These are all fruit worms and dried fish that the fishmen love to eat, and the rest are paid by the nobles." Reaching into his crotch, grabbing it, he pointed at the goods roughly.

Hearing the word oak, Norton immediately became a little interested, and didn't ask much, only knowing that the ghost shareholders made a lot of money again, enough to enter the subspace channel controlled by the power core.

The entire caravan did not have any imperial symbols, no powerful aura, no secrets, it was really purely for the sake of making money.

"It used to be a fishing village." Norton was silent, "Your big customer may be dead, and the profit is too small, here." ”

The bucket lit the long-lost tobacco and looked at Tom, who should be well-informed: "Have you ever seen a subspace engine?" ”

Tom rudely pulled out his hand, sniffed it, and scratched his clumpy hair that hadn't been bathed for months: "That thing is the same as the Siborai ore, it is estimated that it is a controlled item of any regime here, and it lacks a core in every way." ”

"Traffic is restricted!" Norton pondered, "How can there be so many secrets here, except for the cult of evil gods, forget it, go to the altar and leave." ”

By the time his gaze turned to the bucket, he had already begun to make a rude gesture and followed Tom up to the cargo pile.

"We may need some money in subspace, if we have the power core, we will be robbed and cheated by a large number of towns, so it is impossible to rob and cheat all the time." As soon as Norton tried to follow, Tom generously pulled out a bunch of crooked teeth and handed them to the bucket, as well as picking up a few pieces of glowing ore.

The bucket bargained for a while, and finally used the broken copper and iron all over his body to exchange it for the ore.

He gestured rudely, distracting Tom and stole four small boxes straight from the car, hidden in his pants and not falling off.

"Are all dwarves in prison like this? Still learn this technique? Norton didn't dare to step forward now, on the one hand, he also wanted to be greedy, and on the other hand, he was afraid of delaying his good deeds, in case of conflict with the ghoul subspecies, the coach, and he didn't know how the nouveau riche could protect their property.

The carriage drove away in the direction of the fishing village, and the three returned to the Tarim cattle.

The bucket did not drive the Tarim Ox, and kept his eyes on the galloping caravan until the caravan disappeared to the limit of what he could see.

Four fist-sized lamps appeared in Norton's eyes, and the bucket tapped casually, pressed it, polished it with alchemy, and slapped the cow's ass before Victoria lost her temper.

"I made four lights, they can be activated by pressing them, and there are glowing stones inside, and I will take them all." The bucket threw the three boxes behind.

Looking at the three people who tried the lights, the wolf girl had the illusion of being kidnapped, and kept repeating the process of struggling in place and being beaten.

The road signs on the map are quite obvious and should have some accuracy. It's not realistic to keep going all the way to the nearest town, and the team is going to rest and regain their strength before heading out on the road.

…

Stopping the Tarim Ox outside the abandoned complex, the bucket curiously examined its mouth, which he pried open with his hand and examined it carefully.

"Dry critters and plants," said the bucket, as he muttered to himself, rising in large numbers from top to bottom, wondering if it would be too unpalatable to eat these things and kill him like a pig.

N took a few steps back, and he could detect the fierce light flickering in the bucket's eyes.

The bucket hurriedly stepped forward and kept comforting N, afraid that this baby would run away when he fell asleep, and he would not be in a good mood on the way to get a nasty animal.

The three of them entered the building, and the entire roof of the building was a dome, and a strange pattern of flowers was evenly arranged at the top along the dividing line.

A large number of stone pillars of irregular size support the interior, and the stone pillars are distributed in a haphazard manner, which can create a load-bearing structure.

The interior of the building resembles a temple's layout, crawling with plants that Norton can't name, and twisted, shriveled roots that spread across the entire inner walls.

Leonardo da Vinci walked outside the building, unleashed his magic, extracted it from the air, created a large amount of lilac water, and moved the water back, and the water floated above the heads of the three people in the room.

Leonardo da Vinci slapped the barrel and told him to go back and call someone, and used his wand to amplify his voice to the sky: "Goo, goo, goo." ”

A large number of strange birds are attracted to it, and they may not be like the birds that Tayarida Vinci loved to eat, with a few eyes and the size of a regular pillow, which is not easy to describe.

The lazy Moon Demon found that his master began to puff out his cheeks, and immediately instigated his wings to be stunned, and then he hung back under the eaves, much calmer.

Norton saw that seven or eight strange birds had fallen on this, and directly scorched them and skinned them, and the rough appearance covered in blood stains gave Leonardo da Vinci a roll of the eyes.

…

The five of them sat around the alchemy furnace, staring at the strange bird and began to think.

Norton ripped off his wings, pulled out the bones, crumpled them into pieces, and put them in the wolfwoman's mouth.

Under the expectant gaze of the four bandits, the wolf girl had to speak: "I haven't actually seen this kind of bird, you can't let me catch it, how dirty it is." ”

The four of them exchanged glances and reached a consensus on what to do next time, but they still looked at the wolf girl expectantly.

The tied wolf girl had to eat, and Norton put his hand on her stomach and examined it for a long time before announcing the start of the meal.

The dwarf then took out the powdered minerals and added six of them, and the remaining one was fed to the wolf girl.

Eating and eating, Victoria began to speak: "So much water, I want to take a bath, Da Vinci will wash it first, I will wash it again, and you will use the rest." ”

The man didn't care, but the barrel stood up on his knees due to the pressure in the air, and after a few steps, he was made into a vat that could stand three Nortons.

"It's not going to work."

The two overseers stepped forward to inspect it, and the inner walls of the stone jar were full of unwashed vegetation juice and strange dust, and they put their hands in it and rubbed it, all of which were inexplicably disgusting grease.

The tall overseer gave the final order: "You guys finish eating and go find the container, and we'll restore the mana." ”

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