Chapter 2750: value

The general gold coins are divided out and put into the warehouse. The other half of the gold coins are purchased one by one according to the demand schedule listed by the gold queen bee and transported in a carriage.
The Golden Bee was very satisfied with the income from this first transaction. At the same time, it commissioned me to buy some exotic flowers and weeds and plant them around her nest for the clan insects to collect.
Most of these exotic flowers are relatively rare, and a few are extremely rare, belonging to the kind that is hard to find.
When I told the golden bee about this situation, it said that if you can't buy it, then forget it. After all, flower planting also depends on fate, and those who are predestined get it.
Just when my golden honey business continued to sell, new troubles emerged from the source of disaster.
The lizard man who ran away last time came out again, and at the same time, the cave opening at the source of the calamity collapsed again!
This is a pretty bad situation!
However, the three kingdoms of Ai Ruicheng, York City, and Dasai City did not pay much attention to the further expansion of the source of disaster. Instead, they all cast their sights on the lizard man who smashed the source of disaster again, and sent troops to attack it. Encircle and kill.
Even though the lizardmen were powerful and fierce, but they were hard to beat with four hands. Hundreds of them came down to face each other and were besieged by the army.
The lord of Eri City hated him so much that he divided the corpse of the lizard man into three parts and kept one for himself, and the other two were given to the other two monarchs.
The old Duke who received the gift did not know how to react, but Simmons Locke, who received the gift, laughed and scolded Carter Horton as an outright lunatic when he was talking to me.
I don't care much about Simmons Locke's evaluation of Carter Horton, I care more about the source of the disaster.
Immediately, I reminded Simmons Locke in the phone call, hoping that he could focus on the source of the disaster.
Simmons Lock was silent for dozens of seconds before he said leisurely: "I understand what you mean, the source of the disaster has collapsed, right?"
I was not surprised that he knew the situation, so I asked: "Do you still hold the original idea? Think that the source of disaster is the bond that maintains peaceful coexistence between countries?"
"Yes" Simmons Locke said: "My mind has not changed."
"But it has expanded..."
"Why is it enlarged?" Simmons Locke said: "As long as you are still in control, there is no problem. At least, as of today, the sealed Mori spirits are still very calm, as if sleeping soundly."
I had no words to tell, so I had to say: "I hope that, as you said, I can really control all this."
In order to prevent the disasters from affecting me, I, who spawned monsters in the dungeon, worked harder...to drink tea.
Yes, you heard that right, just drinking tea.
Because based on the strength of Kagali and others, my strength performance is too strong. The hostile monsters are not opponents at all. Not to mention the wave of hands, the enemy chiefs will die, and one man will be the key. Arrived.
Kagali and others are also adventurers, they are also in desperate need of growth, and they are also eager to have a hearty fight with monsters of comparable strength!
Driven by this kind of emotion, they can't wait to receive experience, so my existence is useless except as a buff to increase the total experience value of the team.
Therefore, you can only drink tea—not even the delicious snacks, because the delicious snacks belong to the little princess Analetta—and of course you cannot drink, because Kailan will be greedy and will grab it.
Just like this, holding the tea cup, sitting in place, like a leisurely island grandfather.
Some elf adventurers and goblin adventurers recognized me and stared at me from a distance. Of course, some people who didn’t know me cast weird eyes at me from afar, as if to say, look, the fierce battle underground. Cheng, I can still see the scene of leisurely drinking tea, is it my dizziness, or the world has changed?
My tea-drinking life has lasted for two months, and finally, with bursts of white light flashing, Kagali and others finally reached level 11, and other adventurers who were less than level 10 finally caught up to level 10. Edge.
Just when I thought we could work together to clean up the monsters, Master Dewey’s call instantly interrupted my plan—the new Hefeng Contest, which was already under preparation, and I was in urgent need of the Vice President’s The identity of the supervisor.
What's the situation?
When I hung up the call, I haven't reflected on it.
Why do you want me to supervise the Peace Tournament for Fort Vitch?
Could it be that so many royal nobles, the most important officials of the country, are not decorated?
Or does it mean that the trust of Master Dewey and others in these guys has fallen below the pass line?
Guess, can’t guess, can’t guess.
I got on the magic airship and went straight to Fort Witch.
As soon as I got off the airship, I found that Master Dewey was welcoming me at the door.
"Foster father, why did you come to pick me up? It's a shame to me!"
"What nonsense?" Master Dewey smiled: "What's the problem with the father picking up his son?"
Walking side by side all the way, through the streets and alleys, I soon came to the city avenue, looking at the shops on both sides of the street, I seemed to ask casually: "You called me back this time, I am afraid it is not just a supervisor, right?"
"Worthy of my son" Master Dewey also casually replied: "This time I call you back, one is the overseer, and the other is to infiltrate your power, the assassination organization, in Fort Witch."
Hearing this, I was taken aback and wondered: "Why is this? Don't you worry about your subordinates?"
"Don't worry, you have to guard," Master Dewey slowly said: "One out of a hundred subordinates has two minds, and this team will have big problems. Today, my subordinates are too large and the personnel are too mixed. The branches of the imperial clan that are not obedient to discipline have secretly stuffed in. Some are unruly aristocratic groups who force them in in the name of favor, and there are some people who I can’t tell who they are. In short, they must have backgrounds, but It doesn't look like it."
With a light sigh, Master Dewey said: "Nowadays, my subordinates are a mixed bag, and it is hard to distinguish between true and false."
"But my people are all foreigners, and I want to distinguish them at a glance!"
Master Dewey smiled slightly and said, "What's the difficulty? Although there are fewer than other countries, Fort Witch still has no shortage of fatherless orphans. Some of these children have their parents killed by monsters, and some of them are at war. Orphans, there are also orphans due to other circumstances. Most of them are adopted by orphanages, but there are still some who do not want to enter the orphanage, and these orphans can be used as your development goals."
"The training of an assassin is not easy" I coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "It will die, foster father."
"For them, who have long lost the meaning of survival, it is not in vain to be able to eat, drink, and die during training, and those who survive have the value of survival."
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