Chapter 1008: Commissioning of cats

Maso took out a bag full of coins and threw it on the table in front of the dead line.
"No matter how much money you value, these should be enough."
Marceau saw the desire of the dead line for the two original spar. She knew that the more the drink, the more effective it was, the weaker it was.
The dead line is the one who consumes the most in the whole sewing... Now, in addition to the laughter pills that the city owner sends every month, the effects of these pharmacists' laughter mixture have no effect on the dead line.
Black tail took the purse on the table, it opened the rope on the purse and counted the coins inside.
The bottle of laughter made by it only sells three eagle claws, and the money in the purse is enough to buy ten bottles of the laughter mixture made by it.
But the black tail still only throws a raw spar to the dead line, mainly because it also has some ‘game coins’ in his hand.
The dead line steadily caught the original spar that it threw, but it was still murderous with a black tail.
The original spar was pinched into pieces in an instant. In order to infuse the infinite body into the dead line, the spiritual pleasure returned to the body of the dead line again.
This made his face look softer. The picture of "Super Mario" was once again lit up in front of the dead line. He couldn't take the other handles and started his journey on the mushroom.
"How many things do you have?"
Maso was keenly aware of the change in the expression on the face of the dead line. She was more concerned about the light that appeared in front of the dead line.
But now, more important than her curiosity is business... she saw business opportunities from this original spar.
"I have no more, I am the last one."
Black tail chose to lie at this time, and now only wants to leave the ghost place with the purse in his hand.
"I heard from the doctor that you are buying the original spar. The original spar is an absolute contraband in this city. If I tell the inspection team that you hold the original spar, your end will be very bad."
Marceau's words made the black tail's body stiff. Where it turned back and biting his teeth, staring at the woman, didn't know what to say.
The privately-made laughter mixture is also a kind of contraband...but it is only a superficial rule, and the inspection team will not care about it in private.
But holding the original spar is different! It will be caught in prison and even executed directly.
"Are you threatening me?" asked the black tail.
"Let the friends behind you come forward and talk to me... I think we can cooperate." Marceau replied.
"This is a good proposal."
A strange voice suddenly sounded in the pub, an orange cat jumped from the beam and fell to the black tail.
"Who is it?" Marceau's gaze swept around the pub, looking for strangers.
"it's here…"
The black tail was a little scared to hold the orange cat on his head to the table in front of the dead line, and then pointed at the orange cat.
"It is my friend."
"Are you fooling me?"
Marceau stared at the half-squatting on the table, and also yawned an orange cat, a feeling of being teased by the black tail.
If a cat can master such powerful magic, the city has long been ruled by cats.
"It is telling the truth, Ms. Maso."
The voice of Qiao Xiu was uploaded from the body of the orange cat. The sound of the sound was heard. Many people in the sewing around Marceau took a step back.
These retreating sewing gang members were all bruised by the orange cat in the alley.
"Who are you in the Quest? Why... control a cat."
The woman of the inscription Marceau quickly calmed down, and she also mastered a lot of magic knowledge, otherwise she could not stand in this neighborhood because of her body and appearance.
"It doesn't matter, what matters is the deal you talked about before."
Qiao Xiu controlled the orange cat with his tail to pull a wooden plate on the table to the side, and by the way, he rolled up a small fish and threw it into his mouth.
The body of this orange cat is still in a 'living' state, and all the needs of eating and sleeping are necessary.
The last original spar hidden in the black tail pocket flew into the air under the influence of the order inscription, and finally fell into the hands of Marceau.
"You will magic, I can see it...so you also know how to judge the quality of the original spar." Qiao Xiu said.
Marco crushed the original spar in the way of the dead line. A lot of inscriptions were immersed in her body. She closed her eyes and felt for a short time, her face showed a charming smile.
"You want me to give you the ingredients, then you make this?"
"Fortunately, talking to smart people will not be too tired." Qiao Xiu said.
"This is not a place to talk about business." Marceau turned and walked deep into the pub, and the orange cat jumped from the wooden table to the black-tailed head.
"I can never go with you..."
The words of the black tail have not been finished yet, and the steps of the Marceau are kept in front of the claws of the orange cat.
There is a passage to the underground under the sewing tavern. This passage is very long and long enough for the black tail to turn quickly and flee.
Eventually they came to a warehouse with a lot of debris. The goods in the warehouse were covered under a layer of gray cloth. After Maso opened the gray cloth, a lot of raw spar appeared in front of Qiao Xiu.
"This..." The black tail looked at the scene and swallowed a slobber. It looked at the Marceau in front of him with a fearful look.
"This is one of the secrets of sewing gang, only a few people know." Marceau turned his eyes and stared at the black tail, "of course, including the inspection team."
"The quality is not good."
Qiao Xiu has controlled the orange cat to jump on the top of these original spar. These original spar are very large in size, and each height is one person high, just like a coffin.
However, the amount of inscriptions that can be carried inside the original spar can only be said to be general, and it is far from reaching the level that can carry the magic net system.

Original spar is a scarce cargo in this city, and collecting it can take a lot of effort and life,
said Maso.
"Let's go, let's go... I probably know, do you have talents who will be carpentry or iron craftsmanship?"
Qiao Xiu jumped back and forth on these huge original spar, although he could be divided into small pieces of original spar by special magic cutting.
If the stock is limited, making a one-off product is a very wasteful behavior.
"If I cut these raw spar into small pieces, I have enough people." Maso was always alert to the action of this orange cat.
"There is no need to cut, I need to put these things on the outside of a shell." Qiao Xiu's next plan has a prototype.