Speaking of food purchase restrictions in Lugaoyin City, it is actually not a very strict measure.
The shops in the city cannot sell large quantities of food to the same team in a short period of time, but if job changers are willing, they can visit more stores and gradually accumulate a lot of food.
But taking out so much in one go like Trick didn't seem to be possible overnight.
Grab it. Grab it. And doing this will easily attract attention. After all, Jie Hai's move was to prevent a large amount of food from flowing into the hands of the Wizards' Association, and he also had the intention of secretly targeting these bandit groups, so everyone kept a close eye on them.
After Trick and the others finished what they were doing, they waved to Mo Bei.
"Do you often give them food?" Mo Bei asked after following him out of the crowd.
Xixi kenshuju kenshuju.com Xixi. "Just recently, I hope you can keep it a secret for us." Trick said solemnly.
"Oh, of course, there is no need for me to tell this matter. But... how long can they last like this?"
"As long as I can survive this difficult period, it should be fine..." Trick was actually not sure.
"Then what? Just let them continue like this?"
"...This is beyond my control." Trick sighed.
"Oh, by the way, do you have a relationship with them?" Mo Bei changed the subject. He was still quite curious about Trick and the others.
"Yeah! We all grew up in this ethnic group." Trick nodded.
Mo Bei looked back at the crowd and asked:
"Your parents are here..."
"No, we all picked them up."
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay. Many people here are like this. It's actually better for people like us to have no worries."
"You still call this carefree..."
Trick gave a rare smile.
"By the way, I heard Aigis say that they don't seem to welcome returning career changers."
Trick raised his eyebrows, surprised that Aigis would actually talk about these things with Mo Bei.
"Other tribes do not welcome us. This is our home."
"Oh..." Mo Bei nodded.
"Did you really defeat Uncle Mabel and the rest of the group?" Trick finally couldn't help but ask this question. He had already heard about it from Mabel before and found it unbelievable.
"Ah, yes." Mo Bei didn't want to act anymore, so he showed his cards.
"Then... what level are you at?"
He gnaws books and lives in Henan. "Level is not important." Mo Bei put his hands behind his back and shook his head.
He was afraid that if he revealed that he was level 24, his invincible image would be shattered. But to the ears of Trick and the others, these words sounded so pretentious.
"Who is the leader of your tribe?"
"There has been no leader for a long time. The previous leader disappeared before we changed jobs. Uncle Marble and his 10 captains have been managing this place together," Trick said.
"Isn't that very chaotic?" Mo Beixin said that fortunately there were only ten captains. If there were three more captains, they would look like middle-class leaders.
"Chaos won't go anywhere. No one wants to cause chaos. Most of the other tribes are like this. Only the largest tribe is still led by Luokan. That Luokan was a sand bandit at the same time as Boss Aigis. leader."
"Then he is...the Sand Bandit King?" Mo Bei asked.
"No, there has never been such a title. People here don't need a king, and other tribes are not under his orders. But he is indeed the strongest here, and his level has almost reached the limit that this area can achieve. "Speaking of level, Trick subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei again, he was really curious.
The maximum level that can be reached in the Lugoin area is about level 35. If you want to go higher, you can only rely on killing elite and boss-level monsters, so most people go to Kurast around level 32.
For most people, level is the main criterion for measuring strength. A high level not only means having more attributes and skills, but also means longer experience time, more kills and gains, and more solid combat skills.
But someone cheated, so this measure was not valid for him.
"How many tribes are there in total?" Mo Bei came today with the mentality of studying the ecological environment of bandits, and asked one question after another.
"Some tribes have not seen each other for a long time, and no one has counted them. They only care about how to survive. But it is conservatively estimated that there are more than 15, and the size of our tribe is actually relatively small. .”
Mo Bei was slightly surprised. This was really not a small number. If the various tribes were not always in a state of dissociation, the strength of this group would be enough to threaten Lu Gaoyin City.
While several people were chatting, earthen stoves had been set up in the temporary camp and cooking began.
Mo Bei and the other three were originally unpopular job transferees, and it seems they came here through violent means. But they really didn't have any ill intentions. At this time, Marble still felt like they didn't know each other. Coupled with the relationship between Trick and the others, the three of Mo Bei no longer felt any repulsive atmosphere.
They walked into the crowd and found a place to sit down. It was time for them to take a rest. After all, they had been either fighting or on the road since yesterday morning. Although you can't sleep here, you can still take a rest.
The camp, which had been a desolate place just now, was now celebrating a festival, but the cooking utensils were still lacking. No wonder they wanted to take that big oasis back.
"The other teams are back too! I'll go talk to them." Marble ran over and spoke to Mo Bei. For fear that the harmonious atmosphere at this time would be broken again, he led his team to meet the team that appeared in the distance. A large group of people.
It seemed that the teams that were broken up didn't stay outside for long, but they were slower than Mo Bei and the others, and they returned to the temporary camp at this time.
Mo Bei watched what Mabel said to them, and then everyone looked over with shock on their faces. As Mabel continued to explain, they gradually relaxed.
After learning that Mo Bei and the others were not here to cause trouble, the group of people couldn't wait to find a place to sit around the camp, took the food from other people's hands and started eating.
Mo Bei watched several little guys gathering together to devour food. One of them, a skinny boy of twelve or thirteen years old, had an astonishing appetite. He ate two scones weighing about a kilogram in one go. He choked and rolled his eyes. He just recovered his breath. Come, pick up another piece and continue to chew.
"You're such a young man, you'll eat me to death..." Mo Bei muttered, wanting to see how many of the young man he could eat.
When the children saw that Mo Bei was watching them eat eagerly, they all looked wary and sat farther away with the food in their hands, looking like they were protecting the food.
"Hey...how can I rob you?"
Mo Bei had a dark look on his face and wanted to ignore these little brats, but after a while, he pulled out a pack of preserved fruits from the inventory with a wicked smile and handed them to Perona and a pack of cookies. Milor took out a piece of nut halva and began to taste it carefully.
"Ah, so sweet."
The children gradually stopped chewing and stared blankly at the snacks in his hands, feeling that the pancakes in their hands no longer tasted good.
They have never seen sugar, but they seem to be naturally attracted to this snack.
"Hmm... so crispy and fragrant." Mo Bei threw another butter biscuit into his mouth, chewing it intoxicatedly, making a very crispy "click" sound.
"Woo..."
There was a burst of crying, and several younger children finally couldn't bear the temptation.
I was so greedy that I cried. . . . .
