You asked Rogge, does he have any other ideas? He wanted to kill profiteers, not to mention those who robbed and killed people: "Behead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gangster he had slipped into his hand peed on the spot.
He dragged the gangster to the market and chopped him up on the spot. Rogge's roar shocked everyone's soul: "Stupid weaklings, rules and laws are the only weapons to protect you. When you think you can bully the weak at will, , then you will also become the ones being bullied, because there are more powerful beings than you! I don’t mind killing all of you and making this a country of the dead.”
Such a straightforward and bloody declaration was really in line with the character of the Black Samurai Emperor, and made everyone tremble like quails.
There is no doubt that Rogge can do this. An environment like Darkside City is his natural home. Even if the Mysterious Mage comes, he will not be afraid.
"Okay, I scared them." Rogge said proudly after he came back.
Negris said angrily: "Even if you kill half of the people here, it will be useless. What did I just tell you? The person who solves the food problem is here. Ange, how to solve the food problem?"
Ange tilted his head, reached into the Palace of Rest, and pulled Zi Skeleton out.
Zi Gu, who was carrying a jujube mace, shouted excitedly: "Where is the enemy!?" He looked stifled.
After looking around for a week and not finding any enemies, Zi Kui dropped the mace to the ground in frustration: "Xiao Ma, come here and let me rub him."
Lightning sighed and walked over obediently.
Ange pulled again, and the big witch was pulled out. Three or five Titans stood on the ground, and the surrounding space suddenly became narrower.
Ange then started to move the grain and beets. After a while, there were piles of grain bags on the ground like hills.
The grain merchant's legs gave way and he knelt on the ground, muttering: "It's over, it's over, I'm going bankrupt, I'm going bankrupt."
"What kind of industry is this ruined?" Nigris slapped the grain merchant on the head with his paw: "How much does your grain usually cost? I'll give you a 50% discount. It's just a change of supplier. It's still up to you to sell the grain. , but we can’t sell it at a high price.”
"Really?" The grain merchant's eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "Really? I don't sell it at a high price, I don't sell it at a high price, I sell it at a low price, I sell it at a low price, don't say 15% off the purchase price, even the original price is Okay, I’ll make a lot of money just by saving on shipping costs.”
Food is not expensive, but shipping it in from outside is expensive, and the freight is at least one or two times the price of food.
Nigris shook his head and said cautiously: "You can't lower the price, at least maintain the original price, and at most lower the price slowly. You can't lower it a lot all at once, otherwise the already fragile economic chain here will collapse. No matter how fragile the economic chain is, , and much better than collapse.”
The grain merchant and Rogge looked blank: "What is the economic chain?"
Negris didn't bother to explain, so he called Zi Gu and others, carried the grain to the public, and cut open a bag in front of everyone: "You can get as much grain as you want, no price increase, five for one."
The clean grains and low prices made the residents of Dark Side City rush to buy them.
One issue that Nigris ignored was the quality of the food. All the grain merchants in Darkside City could sell were old grains that were eaten by insects and rats, and the quality was very poor.
Ange's grain is... thousands of years old and has been stored in cellars for hundreds of thousands of years. However, due to the soil, it is only dehydrated, not powdered, damaged or moldy. The quality is much better than that of grain merchants.
However, no matter how crazy the buying was, everyone still kept order, because there were at least five Titans carrying sticks and watching eagerly.
As long as there is food, the crisis caused by the bombing of the Silver Knights camp can be easily resolved.
While Nigris was dealing with the crisis, Ange looked through the roll of things that the little angel had 'bought' from the human child. When he opened it, he saw that it was a roll of white cloth.
"Ouch?" Ange pointed at the white cloth and asked it.
"Ouch!" The little angel pointed at the small hole in her skirt.
Only then did Ange notice that the little angel's clothes were severely damaged. There were at least three finger-sized holes visible in the front and at least five in the back.
Normally, Lisa is the one who takes care of the little angel's clothes, making dozens of small dresses of the same style for him, and replacing them when they get damaged. But now Lisa didn't come with her, so no one noticed that the clothes were torn.
So you were buying cloth to make clothes? Ange looked at it happily. Did it already understand that clothes were made of cloth?
In the past, the little angel always thought that the clothes were conjured by Ange. Every time he used his ultimate move, he would seek treatment from Ange and 'change' his clothes. Of course, it didn't matter if the clothes stayed the same. Anyway, he didn't care whether he wore them or not.
Ange actually didn't care either, but Lisa and Negris did. Every time the little angel didn't wear clothes, Lisa looked like she was looking at a pervert.
Being able to understand that clothes are made of cloth is a big improvement.
Ange reached out and touched it, and suddenly found that something was wrong with the cloth. When he pulled it out, he saw that the white cloth was light and thin, with fine warp and weft. It was obvious that the material and quality were many times better than ordinary cloth.
When he showed the cloth to Nigris, he was also shocked: "This is not cloth, not cotton and linen, this is silk, silk cloth?"
Finding the human child, Nigris asked: "Who weaved this cloth?"
The child pointed at himself.
"You? Impossible." Nigris looked him up and down and shook his head in disbelief.
The child was anxious and used the language ability that he had just regained and was not proficient in using: "I - weaved it. The insects I raised made it weaved. You send me there and I will take you to see the insects."
Children are originally very vigilant, and they only look for silly little angels to sell goods. They know what to choose when they see the food. They would rather give up two bags than drag away one bag. Unfortunately, they were targeted early on.
Now he is willing to take Ange and others back, obviously believing that Ange and others will not harm him.
After nine turns and eighteen turns, everyone finally came to a remote cave. The entrance to the cave was very clever, located in a depression at the top of a dead end.
If the probe exits as soon as it sees a dead end without entering the innermost part, it will be difficult to find this entrance.
Entering from this entrance, you soon come to a semi-open pit. Half of the pit is blocked, and the other half can see the sky. Children live under the blocked half. Even if an airship flies over, There was no way to see anyone down there.
It's private, airy, and sunny. It's like a mansion in Dark Side City.
There are some flower pots lined up on the ground in the pit. The flower pots are the kind of mud pots that are made randomly and dried in the sun, with some grass planted in them.
There is a row of shelves between the flower pots and the wall. A small area is covered with some grass, and some fat white insects crawl on the grass, gnawing at the grass leaves.
Seeing these bugs, Nigris was surprised: "Are you also an exterminator, a believer of Hermeltus?"
The child responded in confusion: "I am - the exterminator, Hemel - who is Toto?"
"Uh, what's your name?" Nigris asked. For so long, it didn't even think of asking anyone else's name.
"Clay." Clay responded. As he spoke, he ran to the pile of debris in the corner and helped up a skinny woman.
"I-Mom." Clay introduced everyone, and then quickly poured a bowl of water for the skinny woman to drink.
This skinny woman shrank away, her eyes wandering, and she kept shrinking back. She seemed abnormal both mentally and physically. Only when she heard Clay speak, she looked at Clay in surprise.
After feeding his mother water, Clay began to get busy again. He first used tools to crush the grains and separate the husks and germs.
The chaff was not wasted and was carefully collected. The grain germ was first stuffed into the mouth and chewed a few times. It was indeed dry. Then the grain was ground into flour and water was added to knead it into a dough.
While he was busy, Clay said: "Mom is not in good spirits and can't speak, but she can command the silkworms to weave. I call these weaver silkworms."
Negris looked at Clay's mother and found that she had pretty features. She should have been a beauty once, but she was extremely malnourished and crazy. She must have gone crazy due to severe mental damage.
She only reacted to Clay's voice, and her eyes fell on Clay from time to time. The rest of the time, she either looked at the sky or the ground, never focusing on Ange and others.
Nigris sighed. It was not surprising that a beautiful woman living in a place like this with her children would suffer any kind of suffering.
Clay quickly made the dough with nimble hands and said to Nigris: "I'm going to bake the pancakes first. Please take care of my mother and just ignore her."
"Wait a minute, where are you going to bake pancakes?" Nigris asked.
No need for Clay to say this, Rogge could answer: "There are many places in Dark Side City where the rocks will heat up, and the temperature will be very high. If you put food on these hot rocks, it will be baked quickly. There is nothing to make a fire here. If you want to eat cooked food, this is the best way.”
"I see, there's no need to go, Ange knows magic." Nigris said.
Not only does he know magic, but he also knows micro-manipulation. Ange controls the element of fire and bakes the dough to a golden color with precision. The rich aroma of wheat spreads out, making Clay swallow his saliva involuntarily.
Clay's mother, who had been nesting in the corner, crawled over wrapped in rags, hugged her knees and squatted on the ground, staring blankly at the dough, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.
Clay looked at his mother's unexpected behavior in surprise and was a little at a loss. Normally, his mother would stay put. Let alone strangers, she would stay away from even a live rabbit. Is it because of food?
After baking, Clay tore off about one-sixth of a piece and handed it to the little angel. The little angel held it in his hand and was about to chew it, but Ange slapped him on the head.
"Ouch!" The angry little angel stuffed the cake back into Clay's arms, hugged his knees and squatted in the corner.
This left Clay at a loss. Did the adults think his cake was unclean?
Nigris explained with a smile: "We are not 'people'. We don't need to eat. You can eat it by yourself. It turns out that you roasted our portion. You are really thoughtful. If I had known your intention, I would have told you earlier." ”
ah? not human? Clay looked at the pink and cute little angel subconsciously, in disbelief.
After confirming again and again that Ange and others really didn't want to eat, Clay tore the cake in half and handed half to his mother.
Clay's mother had already been drooling because of the aroma of the cake. As soon as she hugged her, she started to chew hard, clicking loudly, and then she squeaked in return.
Clay said sadly: "I haven't been able to feed my mother all these years. Thank you for the food."
"You're welcome for this. You got this in exchange for silk cloth. Is it silk? Are the silk spun by these silkworms woven correctly?" Negris asked.
Clay shook his head: "It's made by these silkworms, they are called weaver silkworms."
As he talked more and more, Clay became more and more fluent and his communication became smoother. After a conversation, Clay finally explained his situation clearly.
Clay is an exterminator, but his ability was learned secretly. Few people would guard against a mute who looked seven or eight years old, so he learned a lot of things piecemeal, but because he didn't inherit it, , so there are no bugs on his hands.
So he tried every means to control some weird bugs, and finally discovered that silkworms could be raised, so he got out of hand on the road of raising silkworms.
In order to raise silkworms, he tried every means to get a lot of plants to feed the silkworms, but there were many things that silkworms would not eat. After trying many things, he finally found a few things that silkworms were willing to eat, among which grass was the best to grow.
This pit is also a good place, suitable for planting grass and raising silkworms. However, after raising silkworms, Clay found that raising silkworms is useless. The fat and white silkworms have no fighting power. They only eat and sleep, and they will not even pupate.
Maybe the only function is to supplement protein, so the silkworms that are raised are often used by Clay like "the weather is too hot and they have heatstroke," they are sick if they don't eat grass well, "they can't feed them if they eat too much," etc. Waiting for a reason, I baked it and ate it.
After eating back and forth, Clay carefully selected the remaining ones, those that ate the least and grew the fastest. He planned to raise them well and treat them as staple food in the future.
Unexpectedly, he woke up one night and found that his mother had been staring at the silkworm babies all night. The next morning, he found an extra piece of cloth on the shelf, a piece of cloth spun by the silkworm babies and woven by themselves.
From that day on, he named these silkworm babies - weaver silkworms.
These silkworm treasures must be under the control of Clay's mother before they can weave cloth, otherwise they will only spin silk, and the silk will become knotted and sticky, and finally turn into a lump.
But Clay's mother was sometimes delirious and sometimes irritable. She didn't have much control over the silkworm babies. Finally, she finally produced a piece of cloth. Clay took it to the market and planned to exchange for some food. Unexpectedly, he met Ange. One line.
Clay, who grew up in this kind of environment, is very smart. He knows how to select customers with purchasing power, and he also knows what kind of customers are easy to deal with, so he quietly found the little angel.
It's just that he misjudged the purchasing power of these customers. When Ange dug out a bag of grain, he was almost stunned. With so much grain, he couldn't carry it home alive given his age and size.
But before he could refuse, Clay knocked down three bags of grain in a row. Clay couldn't help but want to take a risk. Unfortunately, it didn't work. If Ange hadn't saved him, the gangster's kick would have been enough to kick the malnourished man. died.
"Oh, it's not easy for you to live so long." Nigris said pitifully.
A ten-year-old child not only survived, but also supported his mother. He also secretly learned the art of deworming and cultivated some new varieties of silkworms. It was really amazing.
He can do this under such harsh conditions. If the conditions were better, what kind of miracles would he create?
"It just so happens that we are short of someone who can deworm people here. Are you willing to accept our employment? Food, accommodation, and medical education will be included. Maybe your mother's disease can be cured." Negris said.
In the Shimen Crypt, when the cloaked man said that he could raise insects, Nigris was already moved. Who knew that he just wanted to delay time.
It just so happens that Clay can also raise insects, and he still raises valuable insects like silkworms. Coincidentally, the leaves of the World Tree grow longer and more, and with necessary trimming, it can grow more buds, and the buds scramble eggs. It's delicious.
In order to save the young shoots, the old leaves must be cut off. It would be a pity to throw away the old leaves and use them to feed silkworms. I wonder if the silkworms will eat them?
Although the silk cloth is of little value, for the sake of the buds...
Just when he thought of this, Nigris suddenly felt the light of the fire. When he turned around, he saw Ange holding a ball of fire and burning the silk cloth, but the silk cloth did not react at all, as if the fire did not exist. .
"Uh, this silk, isn't it immune to fire plague?" Nigris couldn't help but the light of gold coins flashed in his eyes.
If it is immune to fire, the quality of the silk cloth will immediately change. From an ordinary item to a magical item, its value will increase at least ten to twenty times.
Just when Nigris was trying to figure out whether he was immune to fire, a painful groan suddenly came from the corner. Clay's mother was holding her belly, her face was livid and sweating, and she was rolling on the ground.
Clay looked at his mother in panic, at a loss.
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