The lord is red again

This is a slow job, and the production of the badge cannot be careless. Every detail marked on the drawing is to prevent counterfeiting. It is precisely these details that make Han more and more certain that the person who took out the drawing must be a noble.

Being able to contact a noble was definitely the biggest gain of his trip.

After a busy day, my back aches.

The blacksmiths came out with hammered shoulders, but no one dared to complain, because they just heard someone calling for dinner.

Have a meal?

Someone will actually provide food after work, but it will definitely not be anything delicious.

Han rubbed his growling stomach and decided to sneak into the bedside of Old Cherry tonight, believing that the other party would answer all his questions.

Before that, let’s fill our stomachs.

The tangy fragrance surprised Han.

"Everyone can take up to two loaves of bread!" Another stick.

Some people have given the people who maintain order an unpleasant nickname, Little Sticks, because they are always waving little swishing sticks and will hit you twice on the body when they have nothing to do.

The dinner was sumptuous.

Toast, and soup.

You can tell how fragrant it is by looking at the oily flowers floating on the soup.

Han paid special attention. One piece of bread was given to children and two to adults.

"Everyone, eat here!" Little Stick shook the stick in his hand: "Also, don't steal from others!"

His emphasis was a step too late, and someone was already grabbing him. Two pieces of bread were actually enough to fill his stomach. After the swollen toasted bread and soup were mixed in his stomach, it would expand and make his stomach bulging.

But no one can guarantee whether there will be another meal after this meal. It is always good to have some food on hand.

Han's large frame and broad back put off many people, but those with thin bodies were not so lucky.

Others chose to eat half of the bread themselves, and then voluntarily handed over the rest of the bread to obtain asylum. One and a half loaves could be exchanged for half a loaf of bread, and many people were satisfied.

Han slowly ate the bread, which was toast made from mutated grains.

He has also eaten this stuff, but not often, not because he doesn't like it but because if he wants to get the mutated food, he has to go to the shadow area of ​​​​disaster. Normally, it is too late for everyone to hide, so how could he deliberately get close to it.

Then Han saw two small wooden sticks rushing out. One of them looked familiar to him. Taking a closer look, wasn't that the father who was forced to separate from his daughter today? His face was full of pain when he was forcibly separated from his daughter. , but now he has a small wooden stick, and his expression is extremely joyful when he swings the wooden stick.

That's how people are.

Han watched silently as they beat up the bread-stealing idiot and then tied him up with a rope. He would be the poster child for a while.

Unfortunately, there are always people who think they are the exception and just need to be careful not to be discovered.

All it takes is one person to scare the monkeys. Even Han guessed this until he saw more than forty idiots chained up for robbing other people of food.

Age ranges from old to young.

"Every piece of bread must be eaten by yourself!" Little Stick waved his arms, and people from far away shrank their necks out of fear: "I don't care who you are, if you dare to eat the bread given by others, I promise to let you eat as much as you want!" How much vomit!”

Even if it is given by family members, Pulei Town does not care about food and drink.

Old Cherry had long known what excuses this group of people would use to reap the benefits, so he eliminated it from the source. As long as this mouthful of bread does not belong to you, then just stick your butt out.

If you are seriously injured and can't move tomorrow, you won't be able to eat.

Many people were frightened.

Before this, they thought that Prey Town was a fool and provided a large amount of food. It was nothing but a fool.

"There's another benefit to doing this," Han thought to himself. He just scanned the area with his eyelids and found that except for a few wiser "leaders" who didn't take any action, most of the leaders among the hundreds of people had been picked out.

I don’t know what Prey Town is going to do. If it were Han, he would definitely kill these people.

Being leaderless is the best opportunity to conquer.

"Does that food really go to those people? It doesn't matter if they don't have enough to eat."

Han heard the whispers behind him. He turned around and saw that they were guard soldiers from Prey Town. The gleaming crossbows on their bodies made Han subconsciously lower his head to prevent his eyes from attracting the other party's attention. He didn't want to be caught. Aim the crossbow at the head and fire an arrow.

"What do you know! This is your Lord's order!"

"That stingy old Cherry didn't withhold any deductions?"

"You really don't understand at all. Why is old Cherry here today? Is it because he is stingy?"

"Because he knows the Lord... Ah, if we also know the Lord, wouldn't we also have a chance to become the mayor today?"

"Just you? Chi"

Han kept eavesdropping with his ears pricked, and also learned that old Cherry was not the one with the highest power. There was Arman above him, and the other person was the person in charge of life and death in Prey Town. At the same time, the other party is also the one who has implemented the strange and bizarre policies in front of him.

Maybe the person he is looking for is also the other person.

After pouring all the soup into his mouth, Han patted his clothes and stood up. He should prepare to make a plan to meet the current mayor, Mr. Cherry, in the evening.

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At Star Dragon Post, Mi Ke finally took the last bottle of potion, closed his eyes and waited.

Continuously searching for new knowledge and obtaining new potion formulas has broadened her knowledge, which is also her way to increase her success in taking potions.

The more potion formulas she learns, the higher her chances of success in promotion.

So, success is already destined.

When Miko opened her eyes again, except for a flash of bright moonlight passing through her eyes, there was no strange phenomenon.

No strange phenomenon is the best result, which makes people feel at ease.

Reaching the upper level made her figure out a lot of problems that were blocked in her mind in an instant. The promotion of rank is like violently smashing the wall blocking the road in front with a hammer.

She couldn't wait to return to the ground from the basement, ignited the crucible and started stewing.

Compared with the use of magic, Miko is more familiar with potion boiling, so if she wants to try how much progress she has made, the best choice is to boil the potion with the strength of a higher wizard.

And the most intuitive manifestation is the speed of boiling potions, which is not only faster and multi-tasking, but also more effective and less wasteful.

If she uses the exhaustive method to reverse the potion, she is confident that she can get the answer quickly without too many people dying.

"This way, I can save at least three potions for each potion."

Looking at the bottles of crystal clear potions, Miko's mood became very good, and she laughed softly.

"Miss Miko! Give me a few bottles of Orange Juice"

It was that strange name again, a strange word from the undead. As she was exposed to it for a longer time, she also learned a lot and could understand it roughly.

For example, they would nickname the healing potion "Orange Juice" and the energy potion "Blue Bottle" and "Move".