Chapter 218: Local tyrants (2)

After the restoration of the Frost Star field was completed, Dawei stepped out of the dream space and said his thoughts again. Ruben said loudly: "In this way, all the possibilities are considered, and all the problems we face can be solved. ! "
Sherlock was agitated with excitement: "In other words, am I saved?"
Dawei put forward the conditions: "There is another prerequisite."
"Hurry up, warrior!" Sherlock said.
"I need a lot of materials, the more the better, and in the case of extreme energy conversion, the consumption of materials in the dream space is huge!"
In fact, there are a lot of materials in the dream space, but that is Ysera's usual rations, especially some void materials, which belong to the compressed essence level rations. One unit is enough for a dumb dragon to eat for a long time. Since npc is willing to pay He certainly will not use his own supplies.
"How much?" Sherlock said.
"Ten thousand units!" Dawei Lion opened his mouth.
"This ..." Sherlock was stunned. Fortunately, there were thousands of units. In his opinion, there were a lot. Dawei's appetite was so large that he used tens of thousands as a unit.
This is also the reason why Dawei slaughtered the npc. Usually, the extreme eating is completely a bottomless pit, and the high-end concentrated void materials can not withstand such toss, let alone ordinary materials.
Call the npc housekeeper and ask how much material can be mobilized. The housekeeper ’s answer made Dawei overjoyed: "His Royal Highness, there are several good quality veins in the territory under your name, but most of them are sold, and there is storage in the warehouse . "
Local tyrants, big brothers are hopeful!
Sherlock nodded: "In my case, there is no time to wait for mining or time to buy it in the market. How much mineral is there in the warehouse?"
"Conservatively estimates that there should be tens of thousands of units of inventory for all kinds of materials." Npc steward said.
puff!
Dawei spit out old sputum. This is a prince-level local tyrant. Not to sell, there are tens of thousands of high-end materials in the warehouse. No wonder this goods vowed to repair the money from the transport team. This is just the benefit of the veins, and the others are unknown.
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