Happy people from Blue Star

Chapter 689 An unexpected way to make money

Just as Hardy was preparing to attack the city, the scouts discovered a group of flame imps behind their encirclement, approximately in the east direction.

This surprised Hardy.

Most demons are not engaged in production and are accustomed to hunting.

Given a chance, any living thing could become their food.

Including members of the same race.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

For example, succubi are cannibals in another sense.

The Headless Horsemen have their own land and their own military organization to protect themselves. They mainly survive by absorbing the energy floating in the air.

And...the lowest level in the demon world, but also the only producer, the flame imp.

This flame imp is becoming more and more fluent in human common language.

"What are you doing here?" Hardy asked calmly, standing in front of them.

A group of flame imps were silent, they were just silent out of habit.

Looking at the flame kid kneeling on the ground, Hardy frowned slightly.

In essence, this is a group of civilians with little fighting ability.

In the language system of the Flame Imp, there is no word for farming. It can only be expressed by words that are similar to humans.

"Take me to see it."

After the scout team killed more than ten of them, the remaining ninety all knelt down and surrendered.

"Are you making grain ointment?" Hardy asked.

He personally doesn't have much hatred towards the Flame Imp.

Moreover, the flame imps are also architects, and most of the houses in the demon world were built by them.

Its fur is tinged with silvery white, and the flames on its fur are light blue. It looks like it is old at first glance.

But now, the reconnaissance team actually found a group of flame imps in a small camp north of the city.

Because these little guys... are just producers and builders of the demon world.

There are about a hundred of them, and they can use fireball.

Then Hardy stood in front of these flame imps.

The old flame kid stood up, but still lowered his head, not daring to look at Hardy.

The flame kid immediately responded: "Yes, this...respected sir."

Hardy was not in a hurry and just watched them quietly.

After a while, an older Flame Imp said: "We...are...farming here."

The Flame Imp can transform all energy-containing substances into a paste. Although a certain amount of 'energy' will be lost, other races can also eat it.

And Hardy said to the others: "You continue to watch these little things. If they dare to resist or escape, they will be killed."

More than a dozen scout cavalry surrounded these flame imps.

Although the Flame Imp is a demonic creature and can use very powerful fireballs, which is fine for scaring civilians, it is useless against these scout cavalry who have followed Hardy in several battles.

With a dozen of them, they could easily kill these flame imps.

The Flame Imp took Hardy to a cave.

The cave was very short, and Hardy had to crawl in on his stomach if he wanted to get in.

"Dear Sir...our anointing field is inside."

Hardy was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "You let me in?"

The little flame devil shook his head: "Don't dare, don't dare. If you have anything you want to know, just ask me."

"How big is the paste field inside?"

The Flame Imp thought for a while and said, "A hundred tribesmen holding hands and surrounding it are as big as that."

Hardy thought carefully about the flame imp's height and wingspan, then converted it and realized that it was about three hundred square feet.

It seems that the fields here are not big. But...those are the paste fields of the finished product, considered the essence.

An area of ​​three hundred square meters is already quite large.

"Bring some out and show me."

The flame imp got in and quickly got out again.

Its hands, which looked like mouse paws, came out holding a ball of paste that looked like green jelly.

Hardy took a look and smelled the fragrance of the grass and trees, and subconsciously asked: "Isn't this the grain ointment you usually make?"

In his memory, the grain paste made by the fire imp was dark black and smelled terrible.

It almost feels like a daddy.

The little flame ghost hurriedly explained: "This world has enough magic power... the food is delicious. The grain paste is also delicious!"

After saying this, Hardy understood.

Although the processing technology is the same, the raw materials are different, so the finished products are also different.

Hardy brought up the system interface, and now he can also 'identify' items in this world.

Green grain paste (fine product)

+20 satiety.

+130MP/hour.

Tasty value: 7.

Seeing this effect, Hardy was stunned for a moment.

What a good thing.

It can fill the stomach and restore magic points, and the amount is quite large. Although the effect is only one hour, compared to the extremely expensive alchemy potion, this thing is worth it.

Because the little flame devils, if you do whatever you want, they will become a big pool.

Hardy seems to have seen a new way to make money.

Of course...he won't eat this.

Because he had spent a few days in the demon world and knew how this thing was made.

The flame imps first swallow the magic-containing substance into their stomachs, ferment it for at least three hours, and then spit it out.

During this process, the flame imp's body will absorb part of the magic power and excrete unnecessary substances at the same time. The remaining nutritious substances will be mixed with the magic power, spit out by them, and stored in the same place.

This process was somewhat difficult for Hardy to accept.

But... just because he can't accept it doesn't mean that others can't accept it.

This thing is very delicious, can fill your stomach, and can restore your magic power. As long as the price is not too expensive, a lot of people are rushing to get it.

Hardy looked at the flame imp carefully.

I found that although the opponent was old, he was in good spirits, and compared to the flame imp in the devil world, he looked a little... fat!

But think about it.

The human world has sufficient magic power and abundant supplies.

For these flame brats, just eating grass can fill their stomachs, and it’s a wonder they don’t gain weight.

Hardy subconsciously touched his chin, and then asked: "You are my captives now. Are you willing to become my slaves and work for me?"

The flame kid's eyes burst with joy, and he immediately knelt down, holding the green jelly in his hands, raised it high, and said piously: "We are willing."

This flame brat knew very well that with the current conflict between humans and demons, it would be extremely merciful for humans not to kill them after they caught them.

What's wrong with being a slave? You're still a slave in the devil world anyway.

In the human world, at least we can have enough to eat and eat well.

Hardy nodded with satisfaction, took the Flame Imp back to where he was before, and said to the surrounding scout cavalry: "Take them back one kilometer and keep an eye on them. Remember, they are very important. We all will do the same in the future." Some of the pensions and retirement benefits have to fall on them.”

The human cavalry, who were originally a little disdainful of these flame imps, immediately started to shine with their eyes.

Money... as long as you are a human being, you will like it.

(End of this chapter)