You have asked Rogge, does he have any other ideas? He would like to chop down profiteers, let alone those who rob and murder like this: "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 weak chickens, 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 people who solve the food problem are 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 like he was stifled.
After looking around for a week and not finding any enemies, Zi Kui dropped his 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 small mountains.
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.”
Grain is not expensive, but shipping it in from outside is expensive, and the freight is at least one or two times the price of the grain.
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 the price 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 Darkside City rush to buy them.
One issue that Nigris ignored was the quality of the food. The food merchants in Darkside City could only sell old food that was 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 Negris 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 would take care of the little angel's clothes, making dozens of small dresses of the same style for him, and replacing them if they were broken. But now Lisa didn't come with her, so no one noticed that the clothes were torn.
It turned out that I wanted to buy cloth to make clothes? Ange looked at it happily. Did it already understand that clothes are made of cloth?
In the past, the little angel always thought that the clothes were conjured by Ange. Every time after using 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, Negris 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 his language skills, which he had just regained and was not proficient in, to say: "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 the entrance.
Entering from this entrance, you soon came to a semi-open pit. Half of the pit was blocked, and the other half could see the sky. The children lived under the blocked half. Even if an airship flew over the sky, they would not be able to see the sky.
Can't see anyone below.
It's private, ventilated, and sunny. It's like a mansion in Darkside 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 also a row of shelves between the flower pots and the wall. A small piece of it 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 and a follower 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 to 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, so it was collected carefully. The grain germ was first stuffed into the mouth, chewed a few times, and found that it was indeed dry. Then it was ground into flour, and water was added to knead it into a dough.
While 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."
Nigris took a look 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 should 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, and never focused 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 was he good at magic, but he was also good at micro-manipulation. Ange controlled the element of fire and accurately baked the dough until it was golden and the rich aroma of wheat spread 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 basically stayed in her nest. Let alone strangers, she would stay far away even if it was a live rabbit because of the food.
?
After baking, Clay tore off about one-sixth of a piece and handed it to the little angel. The little angel took 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 smiled and explained: "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 intentions, I would have told you earlier."
Already."
Ah? Not a human being? Clay subconsciously looked at the pink and cute little angel, in disbelief.
To be continued...