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This can be seen from the price of salt sold in Cattail City. The high-quality salt produced in Cattail City is cheaper than the garbage salt in their human mines.

Although the goblins are greedy, the price of salt sold by the goblins is still acceptable to most wealthy people.

Later, Mr. Cromwell thought about it from the perspective of Cattail City, and then he realized that Feng Yu had told him that Cattail City was the Cattail City of the four tribes. No matter what the actual situation was, this was true in name.

Moreover, these four races all have hatred against humans. Cromwell also knows this. Although it is not the fault of his Moran Empire, humans cannot escape the hostility of minority races.

This means that if you want to get salt in Cattail City, the key lies not with Feng Yu, but with the official management organization of Cattail City, which is the Cattail City Council.

In other words, if you want to buy salt or even discuss the salt field issue in Cattail City, you must at least give the residents of the four tribes in Cattail City a plausible and reasonable reason to let them accept what should be theirs but give it to humans.

Cromwell suddenly realized that as a human being in Cattail City, where four races coexist, Feng Yu must have a status no matter what he does to maintain his reputation in Cattail City.

The council nodded, and the residents of Cattail City accepted it, so that Feng Yu could discuss cooperation or transactions with him. Otherwise, Feng Yu would never take the initiative to cooperate with them humans.

Although Cromwell thought he had figured it out, he didn't know how to solve it. After that, although he didn't leave, Feng Yu stopped hanging out.

Because except for putting Nicole to sleep that night, he had been staying at the institute or his office in the industrial area at night recently. As for why he stayed here, it was because these two places had lights at night, incandescent lights.

Electric lamps come from ultra-fine special metal filaments made by alchemists, inert gas filling used in airships, and glass bulbs.

At night when the electric lights are on, Feng Yu, who is sitting under the lamp and working, seems to have returned to the earth when he was doing homework under the light bulb as a child. He has been busy here recently, and even many times, Nicole will come here to accompany him. he.

Xiao Nizi also likes electric lights, but she is a little afraid that the red-hot glass bulb will explode, so she always hides far away, unlike Feng Yu, who sits under the light bulb.

When Cromwell found Feng Yu, Feng Yu was surprised, and Cromwell was even more surprised.

"Old man, how did you find this place?"

"What is this thing and why is there no magic fluctuation?"

The two spoke at the same time, but neither of them heard what the other said.

Feng Yu said: "My question is not clear. I refuse to answer any questions tonight. I will ask again, old man, how did you find me?"

The houses in Cattail City are all the same, and it is impossible for someone who is not familiar with them to find his location.

Cromwell had a mysterious smile on his face, but this smile seemed particularly vulgar to Feng Yu.

"Look in your left coat pocket."

Feng Yu reached out and took out a small silver-white object not much bigger than a button.

"what is this"

"Didn't I tell you that magic props will definitely emit magic fluctuations when used. This is a little thing that has no use except emitting weak magic fluctuations."

"You are a Dharma Saint after all, you can do this kind of thing."

"You have never regarded me as a Dharma Saint. You keep calling me an old man, but you still don't allow me to do the things that the old man did.

Now it’s your turn to answer me, what is this and why is it so bright?”

Feng Yu looked at the two wires leading to the lights through the beams, and a thought suddenly came to his mind: Can he trick the old man into grabbing the wires with both hands?

Later, I thought about it. It would be better to solve the problem at once. If it is not solved, the Dharma Saint is also angry. His small body is really strong enough to withstand the Dharma Saint's anger.

"That's electricity, the power of thunder in the sky during a thunderstorm."

Seeing Cromwell Feng looking at him with contempt, Feng Yu almost went crazy.

"Old man, let me tell you, I have never lied to you since I met you."

"How do you want me to believe in Thunder? Why don't you say this is the power of the Moon God?"

"How can the moon be as bright as this thing?"

"Uh" Now it was Cromwell's turn to be speechless.

"Did you see those two wires? What flows inside them is the power of thunder. Let the power of thunder pass through the things inside the glass to make it light up.

If you don't believe it, you can touch the two wires with your hands.

But let’s talk first, humans and animals will definitely be killed by lightning, so it’s okay if you want to try it, but don’t blame me if something goes wrong. "

Feng Yu thought in his heart, hoping that the Dharma Saint would become more curious and then try it himself.

Cromwell walked out after hearing this, and came back a short while later, but there was a wasteland rat floating strangely behind him.

Looking at the turbulent hair on the body of the wasteland rat, but the magic saint so close at hand didn't even move a hair, you can see Cromwell's ability to control wind spells.

Feng Yu gave a thumbs up: "Your ability will be in vain if you don't solve the rat problem in the wasteland."

Cromwell rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't you say that thunder will kill people and animals? Now try using it. I want to see who dares to brazenly clamor to control thunder."

Feng Yu rolled his eyes and said, "How about we make a bet before trying it?"

"What's the meaning"

"If I can prove that I am the power of thunder, I will put a condition on you and you will fulfill it. If I cannot prove it, or if my proof is not convincing to you, then you will put on a condition and I will fulfill it.

No matter what the conditions are, as long as it's not murder, arson, or moral violation, I can give you the secret recipe for salt. "

Cromwell looked at Feng Yu with disdain: "Who are you to be stupid? Do you think I would make such a bet?"

"Don't you believe it?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and prove it to me."

"Then you'll see."

Feng Yu pulled out two more wires, touched the exposed copper wire in front of the old man, and then connected the wires to a knife switch.

When the wasteland rat's head and tail touched the exposed copper wire at one end of the wire, the lights in the room dimmed obviously, and then the wasteland rat straightened its limbs and became motionless.

"It's really dead," Cromwell murmured.

"Why don't you touch it and try it? Maybe this thing has no effect on the Dharma Saint."

Cromwell rolled his eyes and said, "Is there any other way to prove it?"

Feng Yu walked to the switch and turned off the light. Then he used the two wires in his hands to approach each other in the dark, and produced a few electric sparks that were particularly obvious in the dark.