The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 145 Hiring a guide, the smell of gray garlic

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Jiang Zhao was taken to a clean and tidy wooden guest room, and a tall, strong, but somewhat shy young man walked in with a bedding and blanket.

"Mr. Leng, it's cold in the mountains. My dad asked me to get you an extra quilt and a blanket. The blanket will keep you warm when you sleep."

The young man named Fang Tu is the youngest son of the village chief Fang Gu. Jiang Zhao can feel some magic aura from him, but it is not strong and he is just a junior mage.

"Thank you."

"No...you're welcome."

at this time.

At the village chief Fang Gu's house, the short man was spitting.

"Village Chief, this is a magic tool forger from a big company. He's very rich. What's wrong with you giving him the location where you mine gray garlic? As long as you can sell it at a good price, you'll have one less person to mine gray garlic. It’s not a bad place.”

Fang Gu said angrily: "I'm not telling you about Gray Garlic, I'm asking you why you brought a stranger here!"

"Oh, as I said just now, I am a magic tool forger who came here to look for materials. I happen to be interested in gray garlic. Give me some experienced hands and I will take you to the wild to see how gray garlic grows. Where can it be?"

The short man is still very concerned about commissions.

It was easy to earn 200 million, because the commission stated that they did not need to take action or be responsible for the client's safety. They only needed to take the client to Weiju Village to see Gray Garlic and Kunjing Water.

Isn't this a piece of cake?
Fang Gu didn't quite believe the dwarf and asked, "Just look at Gray Garlic?"

"Ahem... I also want to see the water from Kunjing. If it doesn't work, sell it to others." The short man said with some embarrassment.

嘭

The village chief, Fang Gu, slapped the table and stood up.

Most of the water in Kunjing here has just been stolen, and it is almost drying up. There is no place to start the fire!
"You guys have a night's rest and leave tomorrow morning!"

"No, no, no, I know the water from Kunjing is your treasure, but even if the water from Kunjing is not sold, you can still take people to see where gray garlic grows. You have to make money from it, right?"

Fang Gu rubbed his temples.

I've been really anxious lately.

However, the water from Kunjing has been lost too much and is about to dry up. After losing the water from Kunjing, how can Yangyang Village still live in the land of the dead outside the ancient capital?

Without the protection of Kunjing water, they will be chased and bitten by the undead, and the entire village will die!
Perhaps, we should also consider moving away to the ancient capital, but...

money.

If they have no money, how can they allow so many people in the village to live in the ancient capital?
Therefore, Fang Gu could only calm himself down and at least earn this deal first.

at dinner.

Jiang Zhao was invited to the village chief Fang Gu's home, accompanied by some middle-aged villagers.

After being polite at first, they persuaded each other to have two glasses of wine, but Jiang Zhao refused because he never drank, so he tried their specialties.

After saying the polite words, Fang Gu spoke up, "I heard from Miao Miao and the others that Mr. Leng wants to see where gray garlic grows?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's it. Gray garlic only grows in places with a strong sense of death. It even grows on corpses without seeing the sun. This means that if you pick gray garlic, you will meet the undead. People in our village can show you the way. ,that is……"

Next we have to talk about money.Jiang Zhao also understood that after all, he was a music mage. Before dinner, Fang Gu and the others discussed the matter of tolling for Jiang Zhao to lead the way, and he could hear clearly.

So he said: "Of course you have to pay for hiring people to do work, but I don't bring any cash, and there is no online transfer here. Use this thunder crystal as a reward for hiring you Yangyang Village villagers."

Jiang Zhao took out a blue crystal and placed it on the table. The thunder crystal was only the size of a walnut, but it carried a violent thunder power.

"The market price of this thunder crystal is around 10 yuan. How about it?"

Several villagers' eyes were opened.

One hundred thousand to lead the way?

This business can be done!
Fang Gu picked up the thunder crystal and felt the power of thunder in it. He was so simple that he did not raise the price, "Well, it's settled, A Yuan, Fang Tu, you are responsible for taking Mr. Leng to find Gray Garlic!"

A middle-aged man and Fang Gu's son Fang Tu nodded.

Then Fang Gu asked Jiang Zhao: "This gray garlic is more difficult to pick. Only people from our dangerous villages have been able to pick it because it only matures at night. If Mr. Leng wants to visit the place where gray garlic is produced, he can only go at night." , how about taking a rest today and going back tomorrow night?"

Jiang Zhao shook his head, "No, I'll go later. But I think the two people you arranged are one an ordinary person and the other a junior mage. Is that okay?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "I, Fangyuan, pick the most gray garlic every year. I know exactly where there are gray garlic in the tomb holes!"

The village chief would only give him a share of the 10 yuan commission if he was hired, so he immediately showed his greatness to avoid losing this opportunity.

Fang Tu, a young man, also said: "I've been following Uncle Yuan everywhere since I was a child. It's no problem."

Village Chief Fang Gu smiled and said, "Actually, in this land of the undead, the cultivation of a mage is nothing. No matter how powerful the mage is, he can't defeat the endless undead. We who live in danger in the village rely on not being attacked. The characteristic of undead attack is why it has survived until now. By the way, has Mr. Leng ever eaten gray garlic?"

Jiang Zhao shook his head.

"Then you must try it later. The taste of gray garlic is something that once you taste it once, you will never forget it."

After Fang Gu finished speaking, everyone else couldn't hold back their laughter.

Because gray garlic grows on corpses, in places with a strong sense of death, so it smells foul and putrid, and is said to be worse than feces.

Jiang Zhao also said: "Don't fool me, I have heard that gray garlic is very unpalatable."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing that Jiang Zhao had not been deceived, the short man finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After a happy meal, the middle-aged uncle Fang Yuan went out to check the weather, and then came back with a few raincoats.

"Village Chief, I think it's better to delay it for two days? It looks like it's going to rain. Those in our village who have drank Kunjing water are fine, but Mr. Leng and the short man are from other villages. They can only rely on Huiguan's words. But no, should we make an exception and give them some well water?" Fang Yuan walked in and said.

Fang Gu also went out to check the weather.

Jiang Zhao was listening to their conversation next door and didn't understand how they could tell. It was probably from experience.

Fang Gu hesitated after reading it.

They would not give water from Kunjing to outsiders to drink. Usually when outsiders came for it, they would give them some gray garlic so that they could safely pass through the Land of the Dead.

So, the village chief Fang Gu came over and told Jiang Zhao, "Mr. Leng, it looks like it's going to rain today. If it rains, gray garlic will be useless. Gray garlic can make the breath of the human body confused by the breath of death and not be confused by the undead." Be careful, but the rain will wash away the smell of gray garlic, so we should wait until it rains before looking for gray garlic."

"I'm a water mage."

(End of this chapter)