First Law

This is the first time Karen has seen this crazy Forbes since he got in touch with Churchill. In his impression, Churchill is always in control of everything, and 5,000 pence can buy a property by the lake in Blue Mountain City, but now it is a little It didn't impress Karen either.

He knew that he had picked up the treasure. This skeleton with the attribute of time travel seemed to possess such an extraordinary ability.

Just the dark brown juice in front of him can make him a lot of money. No one will refuse money, especially Karen who wants to become a strong man, let alone miss this opportunity in vain.

"Churchill, are you kidding me?"

"No, Karen, you just took over Gold Town is the most short of money, 10,000 pennies, just these two skeletons, you should know that even the Human Race Federation is a huge sum of money, with this money you can completely The Golden Town has been initially built." Churchill was afraid of Karen's rebuttal, and added, "Having a territory is the foundation of a strong man, and you have to know that the initial stage of a territory is the most difficult."

"I can make a little first, and I think I can get some funds." Karen smiled lightly.

Churchill also laughed, but it was more like a mockery, "Karen, don't think of business so simply. Your path should be the practice of the dead. Few people in the wasteland can really do business. I want to ask , what kind of person can enjoy this kind of cocoa."

Karen was stunned for a moment, but he really hadn't thought about it. Naturally, those kobolds outside would not enjoy this kind of drink.

"Karen, give these two skeletons to me. It's the most practical way to make a quick buck. Of course, I know you want to produce it yourself. That won't work. It's just a small experiment. Mass production requires workers, machines, Material suppliers, sales, in short, it is very troublesome. 10,000 pennies may not meet your price, but it can solve the problem you need most. Of course, in order to make up for your loss, I can provide information about a baby dragon tomb. There were at least three dead baby dragons."

Young dragon?

Karen's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to nod her head. The ability of a necromancer does not depend on how profound the magic power is. There are only two things that determine the level of achievement in this profession, knowledge and undead.

Knowledge can help to understand more death mysteries, but it takes time to accumulate and comprehend.

The undead is the real embodiment of the strength of a necromancer, and most of the formation of the undead depends on the corpse itself.

dragon!

With tyrannical magic power, unique dragon spells, a body comparable to steel and a tower-like figure, he has become one of the creatures at the top of the food chain.

And the corpse of a dragon is the target pursued by every necromancer, and Karen is no exception. As long as he can obtain a dragon corpse, he can basically guarantee to summon a bone dragon. It is also enough to send Karen to the echelon of the Great Necromancer.

And it's the Great Necromancer Dragon Mage.

Karen could feel her breathing becoming heavy. Churchill dropped a bombshell on him. The news of the corpses of the three baby dragons made her heart itch.

However, the moment his eyes fell on the cocoa bottle, his extravagant hopes for dragons disappeared immediately. He knew very well what the formula of this Coca-Cola drink represented. He could get a quick sum of money, but he couldn't build up this dilapidated town.

The 10,000 pence is spent, and it probably won't change the status quo. If you want to revitalize this town and gain a firm foothold, you must have a channel to get money in.

Dragon corpses are precious.

But if you have money, you can also buy this information.

Karen is much precocious than people of the same age. He understands the truth that money can bring hope to living beings. Similarly, the richer a territory is, the more it can attract living beings.

"I'm sorry, Churchill, but you can ask for something else."

"No, Karen, this is the first time I beg you. We have been in business for so many years. I have never asked you. Give me the two skeletons, and we can still maintain a good friendship." Churchill said sadly .

friendship?

Karen never thinks that maintaining friendship depends on charity. True friendship requires one's own ability. This Forbes never takes the initiative to lower his social status.

"I want to develop this product myself." Karen stated her intention directly.

Churchill smiled, his smile was weird, and even a little colder. Suddenly, the smile disappeared from his face, "Karen, I didn't underestimate you. You really can't do it. You want to open a cocoa factory by yourself. What a fool!" Joke, do you know what the most important thing for this thing is? Water? Do you have water?"

Churchill weighed the water bag, "Do you know how much this small bag costs? It's 30 pence, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it. Karen, you don't care about our friendship."

"I will figure it out myself, Churchill. In my impression, you have never been a businessman who buys and sells hard." Karen also warned in a low voice. He doesn't like this kind of aggressive tone. This is not a conversation, but an ongoing conversation. Robbery, even though he knew that robbery was everywhere in the wasteland, he never wanted to see this kind of temperament from a friend, especially if the target was himself.

"Karen, I just want to give you a warning. Gold Glitter Town is too far away from the Mississippi River. This is the driest area in the wasteland. Don't blame you. Even the greatest alchemist may not be able to build a factory here. As your last chance, hand over these two skeletons to me."

"No." Karen raised her voice.

"Say it again." Churchill stood up.

"No." Karen also stood up, her voice deep and deep. .

"Hehe, okay, I really got to know you today, Karen, good job, I give you a thumbs up, I can say right now, without my help, you will obediently get out of the wasteland in less than a month .”

"Churchill, watch your tone." Buck came in and warned.

"Old Buck, what are you? You are just a hard worker who only knows how to assemble machines. Just wait. I will let Karen give it to me along with you." Churchill cursed and walked directly to the door.

"Stop!" Karen yelled, like a wounded tiger.

Churchill turned around, with a relaxed smile on his face, "Why, if you want to use force, you still have to figure it out. If it's the latter, the conditions I give you are not bad."

"No, Churchill, I just want to say that not only will I not leave, but I will get better and better." Karen said calmly, showing no signs of getting angry.

But Buck knew that the calmer this young man was, the more extreme anger he represented.

"Okay, I'll wait, Karen, one month, and if you don't get out, then I'll get out of the wasteland." Churchill yelled loudly, almost growling, "You bet."

"What bet?"

"If I lose, get out, if you lose, you have to leave all those skeletons to me, as well as that robot, that old horse, your clothes and underwear, you have to get out of the wasteland naked." Churchill said in a low voice .

Karen didn't pick up the conversation. He never wanted to hurt a friend's heart. In his opinion, it's not easy to really have a friend, but now he nodded without saying a word, turned around and ordered to Buck, " No guests yet."

"No, I'm more familiar with this place than you." Churchill kicked off the supporting wooden beam at the door, and with a bang, the front half of the thatched house collapsed, smashing the weeds all over him, and he got out of the weeds and rode a camel with a mane. Glitter Town.

Karen didn't move, just sat in the half-collapsed room. A terrifying heat wave came from the pavement. Without the cover of the straw hut, the steaming heat began to erode this relatively cool space, and the air squeezed everything like a vampire. vapor. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Dry lips are a sign of dehydration.

Looking at the loess covered with golden light, it seems that it will melt as the temperature rises.

It's only just entering noon now, and it's already hot like this.

Although I was very angry just now, after calming down, I realized that Churchill's warning was not that simple. Let alone building a cocoa factory, even the simplest drinking water and life cannot be solved.

Every minute, the temperature here will rise a bit, until it becomes the most feared hot stove for living beings. Before the sun rises to the sky, Karen's soles are already hot, as if standing on a fire.

"Um...um..." A little dog-headed man ran in, looked around, and didn't know what to say.

"What's up?"

"Well...Master Bunker asked me to come over and ask the mayor, do you want to go to the bottom of the well?" the little dog-headed man asked tremblingly.

"What bottom?"

"It's just under the barren well. We'll stay below at noon, and we'll be roasted to pieces on the surface." The little kobold seemed afraid to speak to Karen.

Karen knew that she was being a little harsh, after all, the other party came here with good intentions, and at such a young age, her eccentricity would indeed scare the children.

Never mind that there are many kobolds who are useless, at least they still think about themselves, and besides the bad weather, the skeleton doesn't feel able to live, he is a real living person.

By noon, it might really be dried meat.

And he also wanted to ask the group of kobolds where they could get water and materials. He believed that Churchill could do it, and he shouldn't be far behind.

"Go, of course, thank you, wait for me for a while." Karen took out a chocolate bean from the package and gave it to the other party. After a few words to Old Buck, he followed out of the damaged thatched cottage.