Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 167 Don't Think About It
The owner of the store patted Alai on the shoulder and advised: "The peak with ginseng fruit trees is not something that ordinary people can climb. The [-]-meter right-angle cliff is daunting, otherwise a bunch of people would have gone to pick it."

"Hundred meters?" Alai calculated in his heart, raising his little head higher and higher, how many floors would it have to be?They are all as high as the sky.

"Hmm! The straight cliffs have almost no bumps to stabilize your body. Even if there are, climbing so high will be exhausting. This is the first difficulty, and the most terrifying is in the back."

"What?" Alai turned to the store boss with a small face, who looked serious.

"That sacred tree is guarded by an ancient beast. What's it called? Oh, octagonal. It's huge, fierce, and bloodthirsty. When it reaches the top, do you think it's picking fruit or feeding it?"

Alai didn't know what the star anise looked like, but the words 'incomparably huge' were enough to make him spit in fear.

"That's not right," Alai said after a while, turning his head around. "The beasts are so terrifying, how did those master soldiers pick the fruit? They sold it to the dwarves before listening to them."

"Maybe sacrifice your companion as bait." The store boss guessed.

"...I heard they said that the companion is dead."

"That's it! So, don't think about it. It's normal for your grandma to be in poor health when she gets old. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the survival of all things. No one can escape, even gods are no exception. It's just theirs. It's just a little more time than us."

Alai understands this.

But, he was reluctant and afraid to be alone.

He said nothing further on the matter.

Nolan City recently had a curfew. After the evening, the bar closed and closed, and there was half an hour before the curfew. Alai and a few shop assistants packed up the tables and chairs, and prepared to leave.

"Alai, by the way, take the trash away." The owner of the store was also tired after working for a long time, and he was going to go upstairs to sleep. Before going upstairs, he pointed to a bag of trash in the corner of the kitchen. "Oh, there is a plate of leftover meat on the stove, take it back and eat it with your grandma."

"Thank you, boss!" Alai thanked.

The shop boss waved his hand, turned into the room on the second floor, and slammed the door to sleep.

Alai went to the kitchen and poured the plate of leftover meat into a piece of clean kraft paper, wrapped it up, stuffed it into a small satchel, and then left through the back door with the bag of garbage.

In the dark back alley, there were a few tall figures crowded in the middle of the alley, whispering to each other.

Alai gently placed the garbage bag in the public trash can, and squinted to distinguish those people.

It was the masters of the magic soldiers who rewarded him with money.

Thinking that they were going to pick the ginseng fruit and sell it to the dwarves, Alai bit his lips hesitantly, and finally approached lightly, hiding his thin body in the shadows, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"The dwarves will definitely agree to the price increase. Even if they don't agree to the fruit, there will be a lot of rich foreigners rushing to buy it. The next expedition is only a few days away. We have to hurry up and act."

"The flying carpet borrowed from the warehouse was damaged by the octagonal, and it can't carry so many of us. We have to find a way to get another one."

"The warehouse asked me about the flying carpet two days ago. I stuffed a lot of gold coins to silence the other party, and I wanted to get another one. If it was found out..."

"It's not easy to earn this money. Don't you want to buy a big house for your wife and children? Where can you get a house if you don't have any money?"

"The last time, it's too dangerous, and I don't like dealing with those alien races. Even those dwarves who are not as tall as my knees look down on people. I hate this feeling."

The slightly older and worried soldier let out a long sigh.

The Scar Demon Soldier patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

After the discussion, several demon soldiers left the alley and disappeared into the night of the city. They split up and prepared to go to the top of Nawu Mountain to pick ginseng fruit.

(End of this chapter)