Lord of Plenty

The fully automatic egg-catching machine is Betty's attempt to increase the turnover of the egg-gambling shop.

The effect is actually quite good.

It not only saves labor costs, but also greatly reduces the probability of egg production, saving costs.

→_→

That's right, it's not a significant increase, but a significant reduction.

Before, although a monster egg was mixed into a counter egg, it was still possible to gamble it out by relying on eyesight and luck.

Although the luck of the Holy Spirit is generally not high.

That's right, if you are not dead, why do you need luck?

And the fully automatic egg-gambling machine is amazing. The egg production depends entirely on the egg production probability set in advance.

When she wants this monster egg to come out, it will come out.

It completely abandons the disadvantage of gambling eggs relying on luck, and fundamentally eliminates all possibilities of being fleeced.

But this is not enough, far from enough for her to catch up with the turnover of the Three-phase Alchemy Shop.

So she must find another way and find other sources of income.

After all, a Holy Spirit may only visit her gambling egg shop once in a long time, but every day they hunt and strip a lot of monster materials.

Especially after someone raised the price of undead materials, the Holy Spirits frantically killed the demon skeletons in the forbidden scorched earth.

Ordinary quality materials were packaged and sold to those merchants who hoarded materials.

And the rare quality materials were all consumed in the alchemy shop as enchantment materials, or simply exchanged for finished alchemy props with rare materials.

What can dispel the fog of the undead? What can cause high damage to the undead?

They are all high-profit products that are simple to make, but have been raised in price many times and are still sold out.

No, she must also take advantage of this undead craze!

Back to the gambling egg shop, Betty saw [Feng Ruo] who had been guarding here.

And [Da Li] who was kneeling in front of the gambling egg machine with a miserable face, as if the devil had taken away his soul.

After contributing all his wealth to the gambling machine, the gambling dog spirit possessed him and shamelessly borrowed some gold coins from several companions.

The result is obvious.

"Have you collected all the undead?"

"This is the sealing container, everything is in it, please take a look."

Betty took the thick book-like sealing prop, flipped through two pages, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then she took out a yellowed and old sheepskin scroll from the space ring and handed it to [Feng Ruo] who was looking forward to it.

"This is the secret of taming beasts passed down by our Smith family. It can even tame giant dragons. It is the strongest beast tamer school in Dansu."

Betty's face darkened as she recalled something, and she solemnly reminded:

"Remember, this is the secret of taming dragons, not the secret of training dogs.

If anyone dares to talk nonsense in front of you, you will knock out his big teeth for me!"

"..."

[Feng Ruo] nodded somewhat blankly, not knowing what happened to his mentor suddenly.

As if he was stimulated by something?

After giving [Feng Ruo] an apprentice task to recite the entire secret book in three days, Betty sent him away.

Take the task item submitted by [Feng Ruo], that is, the Book of Sealing the Undead, and come to the basement of the store.

This place was originally used as a warehouse, but after her mother Mitchell sent another helper from the family, this place was occupied.

"Gululu~"

The crucible with an unknown undead skeleton floating in it was emitting strange gray bubbles, which were sticky like a pot of cement.

The entire basement was gloomy, cold, dim, and filled with strange monster limbs and undead specimens.

At this moment, a 'man' wearing a great wizard robe, but with a shriveled body and a mummy-like appearance, was standing in front of the alchemy table, concentrating on studying a bone fragment dropped by a legendary undead.

"Master Andres, what you want is ready."

"Roar, roar, you're really fast, Miss."

Andres turned around, showing a terrifying face that was enough to scare ordinary people into incontinence under the dim light.

His hair was dry and sparse, and his wind-dried and broken skin was tightly attached to his skull. There were no eyes in his eye sockets, only two balls of gloomy, green soul fire.

This was a great undead wizard who violated the taboo of the Mage Association and transformed himself into an undead.

Undead magic is a formal magic recognized by the Mage Association.

But there are several taboos in undead magic that must not be violated.

One is to massacre humans and transform living people into undead.

The second is to transform others or oneself into undead for eternal life.

For the former, there is no need to say more. It is fine to massacre civilians without being discovered. If discovered, they will definitely be hunted down.

The Mage Association will also define it as an evil mage. After all, mages also have to save face.

The status is equivalent to that of noble mages. It is impossible to spoil the whole pot of soup for a few rat shits. That is stupid.

As for the latter, some mages think that as long as they do not transform others, but only transform themselves, others can't care, and it is not a fault at all.

But in fact, such behavior is still strictly prohibited by the Mage Association.

Once discovered, it will never be tolerated!

Because the undead hate the living, that is their nature.

Just like wolves eat sheep and sheep eat grass.

Even if it is a great mage, with the mental strength and perseverance of the great mage level, perhaps he can control himself at the beginning and not let himself mess around.

But as time goes by, human nature slowly fades away, and ultimately only greed for life and hatred for the living remain.

One can only imagine what these undead masters will do.

To put it bluntly, under the erosion of that long and endless time, even the divinity will be worn away, and there is no need to have any expectations for humanity.

There is no chance of winning either.

This is not pessimism, but a rational conclusion based on reality.

So even if you only transform yourself, you are not allowed to do so.

The existence of the Undead Archmage is also a taboo of the Mage Association. Once discovered, they will unite with the Holy See to hunt them down until they are completely eliminated and nip the disaster in the bud.

No one knew that the Smit family actually hid an undead archman who broke the taboo.

Once discovered by political opponents, this alone would be enough for the Smit family to have a good drink.

Facing the horrifying-looking Archmage, with the faint smell of corpse in her nose, Betty smiled calmly and said:

“Although most of the Holy Spirits who have been called have eccentric personalities and unpredictable behavior, their ability to act is beyond words.

There is also a saying among these Holy Spirits that nothing can be done without them as long as the rewards are not enough. "

"Hahaha.

What an enviable arrogance.

However, they do have the capital of arrogance, and they have immortal bodies gifted by the Lord.

Improving your rank and advancing to a high level is as simple as drinking water and eating.

Ordinary beings like us want to be promoted to a high level. Even if we are extremely talented, how can we expect to be promoted to a high level if we don't have to hone it for more than ten or twenty years?

And from what you are saying, it seems that high level is not the end point of these holy spirits? "

Betty nodded and said:

"Grandpa Falcole has heard about the bastard in the castle before, and that's pretty much what he meant."

"Falcolle, hum hum, good luck guy."

The soul fire in Andres's eyes burned violently, and he sneered:

“Once upon a time, that old immortal guy and I were two insurmountable mountains in the Dansu Master world.

He is a sworn enemy and the signature archmage of the Mage Association of Light and Darkness as the outside world calls him.

That old guy is actually older than me, but light magic has the function of nourishing the body.

But I have been dealing with rotting corpses all year round, and my body has been gradually eroded by dark magic.

The result was that I couldn't hold on anymore, my life span was not long enough, and I was about to die.

But I am not willing to give in. I have already seen that door. If I step through it, I will be another great saint in Dansu's three hundred years.

Falcole was also unwilling to accept it. He also saw the door.

Wealth in the world is no longer important to people like us.

Only by stepping into the realm of heroes and writing our own legends is this the only thing we can't let go of and have been arguing about. "

“I want to transform the undead, and he wants to go to the stars.

There are just a few roads, and I can’t say who is right or wrong.

If His Majesty the Lord of Plenty does not appear, then there is a high probability that the old man Falkole will not be able to come back.

Even demigods would lose their way in the majestic starry sky, let alone us great mages.

So theoretically speaking, the path I chose actually has a higher success rate. "

"It turns out you failed."

"fail?

No, although I turned into the body of the undead as a last resort.

But I also had the intention of using the transformation of life to leverage the laws and take advantage of the opportunity to be promoted to a saint.

But what I didn't expect was that the door that seemed so close and within reach was actually so far away from me. "

At this point, Andres laughed softly to himself.

"Both I and the old guy thought we were very, very close to that door.

Close at hand, within reach.

As long as we are given a little more time, we can stand at the pinnacle of mankind like the great heroes in history.

Turns out we were wrong, terribly wrong.

Ha ha ha ha……

They're all lies, and there's no way around it. There's no way around it. "

"You know, after I transformed into the Undead Archmage, I became more than twice as powerful as before.

But I discovered that my body was only half transformed towards the legendary undead.

Understand, that is, unless I can live another life and transform into the undead again.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to cross that door, and I wouldn’t be able to be promoted to a saint.

Or, they can only massacre the living people in an entire city and rely on the huge aura of death to complete the transformation of the legendary undead.

Don't look at me like that, I was just joking. "

Betty said seriously:

"You are an elder and a mage invited by the family, but you still have to say some ugly things.

If you really have such thoughts and take action, don't blame us for breaking our agreement with you. "

Andres said quietly:

"I told you, it was just a joke, you are too sensitive.

The little Smit girl. "

Betty shook her head and said seriously:

“You know there’s another saying that goes around among those Holy Spirits?

There were no jokes, just words spoken carelessly.

I think it's time for you to take a good look at your spiritual sea. You are far more affected by the body of the undead than you think. "