Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

The bald man suddenly pounced over: "Dear Magician Frank! Can I have more of this strength-enhancing medicine?"

Fran asked in confusion: "Can't a person only take this medicine once?"

"We can eat three times!" Bald Head said excitedly, "And there are hundreds of us!"

"A bottle of 20,000 crystal stones!" Adrian said.

"Don't worry! We have enough money! You can have as much as you want!" The bald head almost jumped up and down.

After Fran finished eating, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth: "How could I make so many strength-enhancing potions? There are still 20 bottles here. I'll put them up for you to buy."

Hill felt that Baldhead was planning to increase the price and sell it exclusively. This kind of limited edition product was first come, first served. Baldhead was lucky to come across it. Hill didn't want to care.

Fran looked at the excited bald head. In addition to the strength potion, he also put in more magic potion and physical strength potion.

Hill said to the bald head: "You go ahead and buy it. Remember to turn over the sign for me when you leave."

The bald man nodded hurriedly without saying anything, and then divided the spoils with several companions.

After waking up from the dream, they began to let people in one by one. Luo Sanquan stood guard at the end, shouting as he entered: "Close the door quickly! Close the door quickly."

When I woke up from the dream, I saw my quick eyes and quick hands closing the door.

Hill thinks their brains are really flexible! This sign that opens and closes the door has an additional function, that is, if it is placed on the door closing side, it can only be opened from inside the room.

They would rather be doormen themselves than give anyone else a chance.

A deer walked over and asked, "Who is following you?"

"Who else can it be? Zhu Meili's eyes are so mean!"

"Then I'll probably have to monitor us for several days. I'm so busy today and I haven't let him go."

The bald head shouted over there: "Zhu Meili is not under our control, you all hurry up and buy it! Once we have finished buying it, we will send a message to Xueyunfeng. Let them compete with each other in a battle of wits!"

hurry up! I have to go offline to sleep! So exhausted! "

People who just came in quickly went to buy it, muttering that it was so expensive and that they would go bankrupt. But no one gave up buying.

A deer slowly moved over: "Mr. Hill, are these potions only available today?"

"My grandfather is only here for one day!"

"Then do we still want to buy it in the future?"

"Generally, the auction houses in the inner city will have the goods every month. Or the drugstore in my grandfather's territory will sell them."

"Is it the territory of the Frank Magisters?"

"Yes, we probably won't leave the territory for a long time when we go back this time. After all, you still have to fight, right?"

The bald man came over quickly and said, "Mr. Hill, besides us, are there any undead people who know the location of the Frank Mage's territory?"

Hill said flatly: "We didn't tell anyone else. But it's marked on the alchemy map. You can usually find it in the high-level magic tower in the royal city. I don't know if any undead will get the pointer."

Uncle Adrian will tell you the address and bought what you wanted. We don’t want too many people coming to the territory.

All mages like peace and quiet. "

Seeing that neither Fran nor Adrian spoke. The bald man said happily: "Don't worry! No one in the magic tower will pay attention to us at all!"

Hill looked at the bald man who was happy because no one was paying attention to the players and was speechless: "Don't you need to learn spell knowledge from the people in the Magic Tower?"

"Prince William will send someone to teach us in the Magic Tower. The same goes for the Knights and Swordsmen Guilds."

Hillmoran: By the way, they must have professional mentors. Just spend money, no need to please.

Fran and Adrian were silent, and Hill understood the confusion in their hearts.

The mage's master-disciple inheritance model seems to be challenged.

After they all made their purchases, they watched the half-empty medicine cabinet shelves empty. The bald man said goodbye to Hill and led them away with great satisfaction.

There was already a long queue outside.

Hill heard the bald head say as he walked: "

How many spies are there in Xueyun Peak? The enemy gang has already arrived! "

Xiao Liu slipped back to him and said, "You should think about it first, do we still have a penny in our hands?"

A deer said beside him: "Master, why are you worried about Xueyunfeng? He doesn't even care."

Hill looked at the crowd swarming and said, "Grandpa, you'd better go upstairs and rest. We'll talk in detail in the evening."

Fran glanced around: "The undead seem to be in great need of this potion!"

He turned to Adrian and said, "Pay more attention to what sells better, and open the pharmacy in the territory when you get back."

Adrian nodded, and the two went upstairs.

Hill looked carefully at the group of people entering the door.

The people who came in were obviously two hostile gangs. There was no way to do anything in the store, so they fought directly with their bodies.

In the end, the two leaders arrived first to scan the medicine cabinet.

There were only a few members of the bald group with strength medicine left, so the two quick ones chose first. When Xueyunfeng passed by, he called a puppet over and paid the bill quickly by the bottle.

The other puppet who reacted more slowly and only called out when he got to the medicine cabinet should have bought 2 bottles less than Xueyunfeng in the end.

Hill looked at the man named Rogue Tutu and glared at Xueyunfeng several times, and felt a little strange: Why is he called Zhu Meili? It seems to be a man. I hope I can get something to eat from the bald man's mouth in the future.

But these two should be leaders of big gangs. There was really a lot of money, and Hill watched helplessly as the potion that Fran had just put in was almost emptied.

The two gangs didn't yell at each other in front of Hill, they just bought things in comparison. As if no one wanted to admit defeat, a lot of goods were cleared.

Hill could feel that these people did not want to cause him any ill feelings. It seems that players already know that the NPCs here are very independent.

There were so many people queuing up that Hill started a half-hour time limit. These people were quickly cleared out.

People coming in from behind. Basically nothing can be bought. I can only buy some ordinary potions to restock.

Hill heard some people scolding: Neither Xue Laogou nor Zhu Meili is a good person. Hill couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Did the bald head find two backers to take the scolding for him?

The queue outside slowly dispersed. Hill still insisted on waiting until nightfall. There were so many melons yesterday, and even if no one could share them, he hoped to hear a few more.

It's a pity that the enthusiasm of the players today has almost been exhausted. No one came in, so Hill had to close the shop.

When Hill went upstairs, he found Adrian holding paper and pen in the warehouse on the second floor.

"Are you calculating what will sell best?" Hill asked jokingly.

"Of course it's best to summarize the preferences of the undead." Adrian said without raising his head. "Their preferences are so complicated! There is no pattern at all."

"It doesn't matter, they prefer to limit the purchase. Limit the purchase of high-end drugs and see what they are more interested in."

"

What is your hobby of limited purchase? ” Adrian raised his eyebrows.

“Like aristocratic women, they like to be unique.

If there is any clothing or jewelry, it is the only one in the world. Then they will fight for the head.

Although strength is important, popularity is more important. "

Adrian lowered his head and thought for a while: "The world of the undead must be peaceful."

"Peace, prosperity, and fairness, at least superficial fairness." Hill said without hesitation.

Adrian put away the pen and paper in his hand and went upstairs with Hill.

Fran was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and meditating.

"Grandpa, your potion has been sold out."

Fran looked sideways: "It seems like the undead are really rich."

"They have more people who can make money. There are more than 100,000 professionals!" Hill said, "Most of the people who can come to this store to buy things are the highest-ranking and richest among the undead.

They have enough ability to collect the money of low-level undead.

I also noticed that some people would use the money of the undead's own world in exchange for the crystal stones and gold coins here. "

Fran nodded: "Indeed, this is not their world. No matter how good the things here are, they may not be as useful as the ordinary items in this world. The undead are still very conscious!"

Adrian said in horror: "I can't see their sanity. I only see their madness!"

"In our world, what if they are a little crazy? It won't affect themselves." Hill said with a smile.

Fran said helplessly: "No matter what, we can only endure it now. I don't know if the one who raises the throne will send the undead away again."

Hill shook his head and said: "There is no hope in the past few years, but what does it have to do with us?

No matter how many undead people there are, they must strictly adhere to the alignment of their gods: neutrality and kindness.

As long as we don't mess with them. Let the legends worry about the gods in heaven! Anyway, the only ones who will really have a hard time are those at the top who are fighting for power. "

Fran said: "I'd better accumulate more advanced resources first. There are so many magicians, if they advance to legend, how can Salar have so many resources!"

Hill said: "I don't think they will be able to advance to legend anytime soon. According to what they mean, their divine bodies can only reach the highest level of magician."

What Hill heard in the past two days was all level 100.

Their current highest level is only level 50. In online games, generally the higher the level, the slower the progression.

This level 50 God of Time and Space will definitely not let them reach it quickly.

Hill also never believed that the God of Time and Space would let them upgrade to Legend.

Fran nodded and said: "I think so too. After all, they are souls from outside the world, and the will of the world will not allow them to communicate with the laws of all things."

Don't look at William's promotion to legend being easy. Legends have to connect with the laws of all things in this world. No matter how powerful the God of Time and Space is, it is impossible for so many people from the outside world to connect to the laws of the world here.

Hill didn't know how this god planned to solve the problem of too few high-level people in his camp.

The legendary commanders of Salar will definitely only guard the capital and will never help William fight the battle of faith.

Just like Hafa Sardo will never go to war with Salal for the noble church.

Regardless of the fact that the Noble Church is now at the border between Saldo and Salal, it can only wait for the people sent by the Holy Mountain.

No one cares how many nobles the Noble Temple can attract to join the war, but if the war is started in the name of the country, that is another matter. The gods would never allow it.

The king of Hafasaldo does not believe in the god of nobility and royal power.

Of course, this king would not mind lending his national border to the Noble Temple to start a war with Salar.

If the Noble Temple wins, they can only pull Edward and Charles out to inherit the throne instead of capturing Salar.

But this will also allow Haifa Sardo to gain some benefits.

Hill said to the two of them: "It's time to settle the accounts. Grandfather's and Uncle Adrian's belongings have basically been sold out."

Fran sighed in a low voice: "You are so rich."

Adrian could barely control himself and glanced at Fran.

Hill really wanted to laugh. Frank, a high-level alchemist, probably hadn't sighed like this for many years.