Miss Elf Dragon

DeWitt has always felt that there are two most powerful things in the world, one is to put other people's money into your own pocket, and the other is to put your own thoughts into other people's heads.

For the latter, the one who did the best was naturally the Holy See. The largest religious organization on the continent uses very sophisticated brainwashing methods, and its overall control over believers is something that other organizations are difficult to achieve.

As for the former, not only must they be able to get money, but they must also not violate laws and rules. Although those rules and regulations are bullshit in front of the strong, for more common ordinary people, this is the best and most noble way. Recently, DeWitt met two people who are so good at making money.

"Golden milk sachets, the last box, three silver coins, there is no shop like this if you walk through this village~"

The crisp sound of hawking interrupted DeWitt's thoughts. He looked at the small stall on the street. They were the two people he followed closely these days, a pair of young brothers.

The elder brother has handsome features and a pale face. He seems to be impatient with this small business after standing for a long time. His beautiful eyebrows are tangled together and he keeps urging his younger brother to finish selling and close the stall.

The younger brother seemed to be very good-tempered. He softly comforted his elder brother with a few words. Seeing that no customers came for a while, he simply opened the exquisite packaging box, sprinkled some seasonings on it, fed one to his elder brother, and then started eating it himself. The two brothers shared the last box of golden milk-scented buns, and today's mission was considered over.

"Perotina, you really shouldn't be lazy and just use other people's steamed buns to fry them. It's far worse than what you can make with noodles."

Gargamel swallowed the last piece of milk sachet, took out the juice and took a big sip, cleared his throat and complained to Perotina.

"It's okay. Isn't this just to save time? Moreover, the steamed buns made by this store are pretty good. After I process them, they will be even better. If I had to complete all the steps of the golden milk-flavored buns, it would take half a day to make them. It’s over, we won’t be able to continue on our way as planned tomorrow.”

Perotina took small bites of the milk sachet in her hand. She looked very delicate when eating, and her brows were soft and clean, which made people feel good about her.

Gargamel felt that it was difficult for Perotina to induce negative emotions when she spoke to him in such a gentle voice, so he just complained, "So why did you buy these things?" and said nothing more.

Perotina smiled gently, knowing that Gargamel was just complaining casually and didn't really mind, so she stopped repeating the reasons why she wanted to make money to pay off debts and selling things was the most time-saving and labor-saving.

"Okay, after closing the stall, we can go back and rest. It's been a hard day, brother. We will divide all the silver coins we earned in half."

Steamed buns are a newly developed food in mainland China, and their origins are those restaurants that Perotina has a stake in in the land of women. Restaurants have brought about a new trend in cooking. Many people have used their ingenuity to invent more varieties based on existing food. The "steaming" cooking method has quickly spread across the continent, and shops are popping up everywhere.

Perotina encountered such a shop on the road. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the steamed buns made in the shop were almost the same as the ones she was familiar with, and the taste was also very good. So I bought a lot of fresh things in the eyes of others for the price of one copper coin and two steamed buns, and then processed them by frying them, pouring them with sauce, etc., and made them into more novel snacks. Sold for three silver coins per box, four per box.

"But you are really good at making money.

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Money, to ordinary people, is almost like stealing money. "

Gargamel admired Perotina's business acumen.

Along the way, when Perotina saw an opportunity, she spent half a day making money in various ways, selling snacks was just one of them. Gargamel always obeyed her orders and worked as a laborer for her, and he actually gained a lot of money from this. This was something he couldn't refuse and was forced to do so, and Perotina made more money.

"Hello to you guys"

Seeing the two brothers packing their things and leaving, DeWitt quickly stepped forward to greet them.

His vacation ends tomorrow, and he can no longer follow them, so he wants to seize the last chance to make friends with the two brothers. In the eyes of people like DeWitt, who travel all over the world and travel around the world, having many powerful friends may provide another way out.

"Hello, my name is DeWitt. I am a registered mercenary. I want to make friends with you. I have been following you for many days, and I think you should have noticed something."

Speaking of this, DeWitt smiled sheepishly.

He is a sociable and somewhat arrogant person, and he looks down on ordinary people. When he first noticed that they were setting up stalls to resell things, he didn't care. After accidentally traveling together for a while, he discovered the magic of these two people. When they arrive in a strange place, they can always quickly seize business opportunities, and then spend half a day doing business. No matter how much they make, they will leave the next day. This kind of brains and courage are very rare in DeWitt's opinion. He felt that they might be the descendants of some business family who came out to travel, but later he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to make friends with them.

Gargamel glanced at DeWitt and continued to pack his things without answering. He is a cold and solitary necromancer, and his catchphrase is "Jie Jie Jie". How could he deal with strangers casually?

Seeing that Gargamel was becoming arrogant again, Perotina reluctantly put down her work and chatted with Devitt.

"Hello, I wonder if you have anything to do with us. As for you saying that you have been following us, well, I really didn't notice it."

They are busy traveling and making money every day, and naturally they don’t pay much attention to anything else. She did see this person a few times, but she thought he was a fellow traveler who happened to meet them, and she did not expect to follow them intentionally.

Perotina spoke casually, but Dewitt was embarrassed. He once again lamented his poor communication skills, being so passive that the other party couldn't even notice him.

Secretly cheering himself up, DeWitt tried his best to show a hearty smile and stretched out his hand to Perotina.

"I have been paying attention to you for a long time. You are really talented in business. I am also a talented person in the mercenary field. Can we become friends and help each other?"

After hearing what he said, Gargamel couldn't help but look at him again, feeling that this man was indeed a "talent", and he could speak so bluntly and brainlessly with such a profound purpose.

Perotina also had her eyebrows bent down, with a confused and speechless expression on her face, and she didn't speak for a while.

DeWitt's hand stopped in mid-air for a long time, and no one took it, and his face turned red.

He suddenly retracted his hand, bowed vigorously to Pelotina and the other two, said "Sorry to bother you," and turned to leave.