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Chapter 334 The First Movement: The Poem of Awakening (11): Hunting for Curiosities
"?? Say it again, lick... lick what?"

Fanning suspects that he heard Luna's words wrongly, but recalling the "those idiots" in Masai Negu's mouth, he gradually realizes that he may not be wrong.

He tried his best to search for the reserve knowledge of mysticism in his mind.

In order to find out the secret ritual of any hidden organization, it is necessary to perform the action of "licking the toad".

Something similar makes sense.

Seeing a business coming to the door, the stall owner with a pair of squinting eyes enthusiastically lifted a cage and approached the two of them.

"The big Gorolado toad only costs one and a half pennies a bite. Professional breeding, descaling and daily cleaning allow you to lick it with confidence and soar to the sky in 20 seconds."

Fanning froze for several seconds.

"...Pence can't be split in half, right?" He did his best to raise this question himself.

The narrow-eyed stall owner reversed the position of the metal wire, opened a gap, and smiled even wider on his face:

All that was left behind was a chic back running with a bucket in hand.

"But you know, this 'proper' is often prone to problems. Some poisonous mushrooms are often processed in a wrong proportion of medicinal materials or the wrong temperature will kill them. Especially some mushrooms that are too rare are not only difficult to find, but also require a long time It is safe to cook only the 'cleansing elixir' with mysterious elements and nuances, and even the upper class cannot often enjoy this top-level delicacy..."

Some structural formulas and functional groups flashed through Fanning's mind, and he also flashed through extremely dirty environments such as fields and muddy ponds where toads live, and asked in a very strange tone:
"Plusogenic damage aside, aren't they sick of dirt, germs, and parasites?"

"Any commercial profit-making behavior related to toad licking is not advocated!"

In the chaos, Luna reluctantly explained to Fanning slowly:
"The berries and mushrooms with strong hallucinogenic effects in the southern country are extremely rare and expensive, so many depraved guys who can't afford them are eyeing this toad that inhabits the saltwater valley of Gorolado. , catching one from time to time and licking it in my hand... I can't imagine what the first person who discovered this alternative method did to the toad..."

"Gah!" The water under the barbed wire was poured out.

The "Patrol Rehabilitation Squad" composed of the United Principality Police and the Gift Management Bureau was still sweeping the market, and Fanning saw more people starting to tidy up the stalls in a hurry.

... compounds like 5-methoxydimethyltryptamine that bind to neurotransmitter receptors?

Fan Ning then discovered that under the text of "Don't lick the toad!", there are countless messages that have been scribbled in a mess:

Seeing Fan Ning's thinking expression, the little girl's expression became a little worried.

"Don't lick the toad!"

The giant bilingual title in Janus/Lange is even more shocking:

Fanning: "..."

"I said that they are considered 'specialists'." The little girl continued to curl her lips, "Two mouthfuls lick the cost of a full meal, which is not something everyone is willing to pay. When we leave the town, we will go all the way through the coastline and salt water When you are in the river, you can pay attention to how many people are looking for toads in the fields and licking them like coconuts..."

Looking at Fan Ning's curious reading demeanor, the little girl's face was full of helplessness of "I knew it", holding an umbrella in one hand and akimbo in the other, and the small satchel was dangling in the sea breeze.

The squinting-eyed stall owner didn't say a word of nonsense, just stepped over the hurdle and left the stall.

She pointed to a poster on a small desalination tower beside her.

"Cuck!"

"Couldn't this be used for 'knocking' too?" Fan Ning was amazed by the weird mushrooms all over the place.

Sweat began to break down on Fanning's brow.

Misleading?

"So it's usually two licks for threepence."

There was loud drinking from the street.

Luna quickly waved her hand, and then pulled him aside.

"..."

"From now on, I won't lick toads on weekdays. Please don't ruin my Sunday."

She feels like this is the first time, but it won't be the last.

"I think the cleanliness of washing a mop is higher than that." Fanning stared at the muddy water flowing from under the wire cage and shook his head repeatedly, not realizing that this had deviated from the point of the question.

The dark red bumps on Toad's body were trembling, his cheeks were swollen, and his eyes without any emotion met Fanning's eyes:

"Damn it, why is there a nigga in every action, hurry up and call out the people inside him."

"Those bumps near their heads may secrete some special substance. It is said that a lick can make people feel cool and pleasant, as well as bring strong hallucinations and pleasure, and the quality is stable and the effect is fast. It takes 20 seconds. It works... But, this thing is poisonous! It can cause anxiety, vomiting or epileptic convulsions at least, and it can directly kill people on the spot. It is not used for this at all. Make some mysterious potions..."

"Theoretically, they are 'food' purposes, just in theory." Luna said.

She extended her finger to the promotional materials again, and said solemnly: "Mr. Scheler, it is really not advisable to lick toads. In addition, the common mushrooms are not less delicious. You must not be misled by these people's words ..."

Before Fan Ning had time to digest the amount of information, the whole family next door picked up the tub and ran away.

Black and white, large size, large font.

"You guys! Close the stall!"

"Be a civilized Phaidon!"

It's not that you can't make this expression because you encounter a beautiful thing that happens once in ten years.

They were laughing and laughing all the way, with brisk steps and comfortable faces, and some people shared cigarettes with the police in a friendly manner.

"The "Poet of Fanghua" has given many gifts to the southern country, but not everything is directly imported! For example, slugs you have never seen and unfamiliar mushrooms... If you see a big toad with green eyes squatting on the ground in the dead of night , please don't lick it!"

Someone has already picked it up.

The styles are weird, some are made of hollow red cages, green + purple + red "death color" combination, with blue-emitting mycelium, like a few stones in a cup, like a pile of potatoes The mud is dotted with countless ketchup...

Obviously, the many "traditional arts" of the people in the southern country have caused some shock to Mr. Scheler's soul.

Filled to the brim with mushrooms and mushrooms scattered all over the street.

The inscription on this promotional material is "Gift Administration of the United Duchy of Phaedon".

"Turn it in! Throw it in!"

Not long after, more than a dozen young men and women in shorts, slippers and simple shirts were kicked out of the hut.

Fan Ning, who moved closer, was sweating more and more on his face.

Several men who looked like policemen led a group of people in uniforms, and directly crowded the small booth to the brim.

"The latter is why someone can turn it into a business." Luna curled her lips, "When you want to lick a bite unexpectedly, but you are more or less hygienic, someone will help you catch it in advance." The bigger, stronger, and cleaner Gorolado toads are worth paying for..."

"Yes, boss."

The team had a bit of helplessness on their faces, and they split into three groups with ease. The two picked up the remaining toad cages, and the two continued to check the surrounding stalls. A few more people rushed into the small rooms inside.

The toolbox confiscated by the police on the opposite side was full of things like nails, hammers, drills, and knives. The booth name was "Professional Skull Drilling Surgery".

"Because of the hot weather and abundant rain, there are a lot of mushrooms in the Southern Continent, and the delicacy is endless. As one of the many gifts from the 'Fanghui Poet', theoretically any kind of mushroom can be eaten, as long as you find the right medicinal materials to cook. Cooking method..."

"Are you my daddy? You're not. Are you Toad's daddy? You're not either. So what do you care about me?"

"These guys have never been smart enough to do things. I didn't know about it at first, but now I'm on the way to find Toad. Thank you."

"You even have to deal with toads, isn't the next step going to deal with slugs and mushrooms?"

After a long time, Fan Ning sighed in admiration:
"It's not unreasonable for you to have a large land and few people here."

(End of this chapter)