Lords of All: The Moving Castle of the Dead

"Zhang Peng...is a bad student."

Li Ziyu couldn't help but sigh after receiving the reward from the Black Warrior.

The Bliss Potion, as the waste of the soul potion, is poisonous. If you use it too much, no one can hold it, even if the soul is solidified like a ghost, it will be in vain.

The soul potion has been lit. Li Ziyu has experimented with it himself. The feeling is so transparent and comfortable all over his body.

That is true comfort from the soul.

The Bliss Potion is a waste product of the Soul Potion. If nothing else, its effect is stronger and more enjoyable than the Soul Potion!

This is equivalent to making the rat nobles take poison willingly.

Zhang Peng's character is a bit dark, and he is comparable to those lichs who like to tease people secretly.

However, I like it!

Li Ziyu sighed with emotion, opened the system, and sent another wave of waste materials to Zhang Peng.

It is estimated that the undead who developed the soul potion did not expect that the waste could be so useful.

……

Sayer came out of the rat-dead border city with a small wooden box in his arms and four skeleton knights by his side.

The merchants had already paid attention to him, and when they saw him coming out, they all looked at him.

Why are the undead following him?

What is he holding in his arms?

All the merchants who noticed Saier became more alive.

They speculated that Sayer had received huge benefits from the undead!

After trading with the undead for so long, I have never seen the undead take the initiative to talk to anyone, and I have never seen the undead escort anyone.

When Sayer went in, there was no small wooden box. When he came out, there was another small wooden box. The contents of the box made the businessman extremely curious.

When Sail returned to the market, merchants immediately gathered around him.

"Hey, boy, what's in the wooden box you're holding? Hand it over!" A ratman businessman wearing gorgeous clothes and an arrogant expression stepped forward and said to Sayer with his head held high.

His name is Babbitt, a descendant of the rat-man nobles and a serious businessman.

He had done a lot of plundering and robbery, and he didn't take Sayer seriously at all. He didn't think there was anything wrong with robbing Sayer's things. At most, he just gave him some money.

Sayer's pupils shrank and he subconsciously took a step back. He obviously knew this ratman businessman.

He was a little panicked, but it was only for a moment. Sayer's eyes became firm.

As a person who wants a better life and has his own ambitions, Sayer knows that what he holds in his arms is the future, a future that he must not give up.

Feeling that their employer was threatened, the skeleton knights pressed their knight swords in their hands and took a step forward, blocking the way between the ratman businessman and Sayer.

"Huh? Undead, what are you going to do? Are you going to break the rules?" Bobbitt, the ratman businessman, screamed when he saw this.

The Skeleton Knight remained silent, but did not move out of the way.

Sayer looked at the back of the Skeleton Knight, and his heart suddenly felt inexplicably peaceful.

He can't take what's mine!

Sayer roared in his heart.

For the first time, this was the first time he felt so at ease.

The feeling of being protected.

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense, the undead are just!" Another rat merchant suddenly shouted, breaking the silence.

Other businessmen also reacted.

They wanted to know what was inside the wooden box, but they didn't want to offend the undead.

Who doesn't know now that the undead are their cash cow. If they want to get more wealth, they need the undead and the market.

It's so stupid to offend the undead because of a wooden box that doesn't know what it contains.

"伱..." Babbitt looked at the businessman who was scolding him with a gloomy look, but found that the other person was not looking at him at all.

Babbitt knew that guy, who was also a rat businessman named Ferdinand.

Ferdinand, like Babbitt, was a side child of another rat family, and he had never dealt with Babbitt since he was a child.

What's even more uncomfortable is that Babbitt never took advantage of Ferdinand.

As if deliberately acting against each other, Babbitt was out doing business, and Ferdinand was out doing business.

But I don’t know why, anyway, Babbitt’s business has never been as big as Ferdinand’s, and he has always been short of others.

The two are serious competitors.

If anyone else dared to speak to him like this, Babbitt would definitely fight back.

But that person was Ferdinand, and Babbitt could no longer be unscrupulous.

He waited fiercely for Ferdinand, but swallowed the rest of his words.

After reprimanding Babbitt, Ferdinand turned his attention to the Skeleton Knight. He explained with a gentle smile, "Dear Sir Knight, we have no malice, it is just a normal business. Please don't blame someone for his unreasonable behavior." And turned his anger on our Illamaha city-state merchants."

The Skeleton Knight glanced in the direction of Babbitt, then at Ferdinand, and then returned to Sayer's side.

Seeing this, Ferdinand smiled even more gently. He looked at Sayer and said cheerfully, "My businessman friend, don't be afraid. My name is Ferdinand, and I am also from the city-state of Illamaha. We will not hurt you." ,rest assured."

"We just want to know what's in the wooden box in your arms. Can you let us see it?"

Ferdinand's attitude was much stronger than that of Babbitt, making it difficult for people to feel hostile.

Sayer also relaxed, looked down at the wooden box in his arms, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head slightly, "Mr. Ferdinand, I'm sorry I can't tell you what this is."

Ferdinand was just stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Since you don't want to say it, forget it. There is no reason to buy or sell by force."

As he spoke, Ferdinand stepped out of the way first.

The businessmen around him also turned aside to make room for Sayer.

Only Babbitt looked unwilling.

There must be something good in that wooden box!

If he didn't get it, Babbitt felt uncomfortable.

It's like there is delicious food in front of you, but you can't eat it.

Just when Sayer was about to leave through the passage given by the merchant, Babbitt stood in front of him again.

"Huh?" Sayer paused and looked at Babbitt with wary eyes.

"Make a price and I'll take the box in your arms!" Babbitt raised his chin towards Sayer and said.

"Not for sale."

Saier said without hesitation, held the wooden box closer, and walked through the crowd of merchants under the protection of the skeleton knights.

Under the escort of the Skeleton Knight, Sayer returned to the city-state of Illamaha.

After returning to Ilmaha, Sayer immediately took action and used his network to deliver three potions of bliss to the nobles in the underground city.

The effect can be imagined. The rat nobles who pursued excitement were instantly captured by the bliss potion and started to buy it frantically.

With the Bliss Potion in his hand, Sayer instantly became a favorite and a guest of the rat nobles in the dungeon.

He was very glad that he had not promised Ferdinand to sell him the Bliss Potion at the market. Everything went very smoothly, and Sayer came to the Rat-Dead Border City many times to buy the Bliss Potion.

But how could Zhang Peng satisfy him? Why not use hunger marketing?

Every time, they used the excuse that it was difficult to produce the Bliss potion, and they could only produce two boxes per day at most, that is, only 24 pills.

How can these dozens of bliss potions be enough for the rat nobles?

In order to obtain the Bliss Potion, the nobles began to raise the price crazily. Every time Sayer came back with the Bliss Potion, he would be robbed by the rat nobles.

Sayil's wealth grew, and in less than a year, his name spread throughout the city-state of Ilmaha.

Even the two city lords, Percy and McCann, knew about this businessman who had recently become famous.

However, the two of them still had doubts about the potion he brought from the undead.

In order to verify their conjecture, the two obtained a potion of bliss and gave it to scientific researchers so that they could study what the gas in it was.

The results shocked them.

It is not an ordinary herb, but a kind of energy, an energy that all living things need, and it is related to the soul.

The reason why the Bliss Potion can bring people pleasure is not physical, but spiritual.

"Will the Bliss Potion harm us?" Percy asked the researchers seriously.

"I didn't find that it was harmful to us. On the contrary, this medicine will make our souls very...excited and make us more energetic." The researcher told Percy the results of his experiment.

"In other words, not only are there no disadvantages, but there are actually benefits?" McCann asked with his eyes shining.

"Yes, according to my research, this medicine can even revive people who are near death, allowing them to return to their full strength in a short period of time." The researcher said seriously.

"Hiss~~~~" The two city lords sucked in the air-conditioning at the same time.

A life-threatening thing!

If the warriors on the battlefield had such a thing... the combat effectiveness of the Ratmen would be improved by several levels at least.

The two city lords looked at each other and both became interested in the Bliss Potion.

"Can you create this medicine?" McCann asked the researchers.

The scientific researcher rolled his eyes and said angrily, "I told you, this is not a potion made from herbs, but a kind of energy! Do you understand energy?"

"I can use ore to make weapons, and I can use magic energy to release magic, but how do you want me to make ore and synthesize magic energy? As long as I can do it, I will not do it in your city-state. Little scientific researchers!”

Seeing that the scientific researchers were angry, Mike coaxed with a sneer on his face, "Don't be angry, I'm just asking. This thing is very important. If we can make it, that would be great."

The scientific researcher was dressed roughly and stared at McCann, "Why do you think it is so beautiful? The materials for this thing are definitely hard to find. Give up. To a certain extent, the Bliss Potion does not belong to this world. Where are you? Got it?"

Many of the scientific researchers in the rat-man city-state are focused on scientific research and have no idea what is happening outside the window, so they know nothing about the bliss potion that has become popular among the nobles outside.

Percy sighed and said, "I got it from the undead."

"Undead?" The researcher pondered, and then suddenly realized, "That's right, this should be their specialty. Anyway, I haven't heard of such things there. By the way, if you can, I suggest you buy more of them. thing."

McCann smiled bitterly, "I want to buy it too, but it's very expensive, so I asked you if you could make it."

The researcher shook his head and said helplessly, "In this case, there is no way. I have no way to create such a thing, and I don't even have a clue about this kind of energy."

All races have dabbled in the soul, but none of them dabble deeply. It is a very dangerous field.

And those who can get involved in the soul realm are often professionals who practice magic.

Among all races, the ones who have the most extensive and deep knowledge of souls are probably the undead. They are the ancestors of playing with souls.

Both Percy and McCann were a little disappointed.

They very much hope that scientific researchers can create a bliss potion, which can not only be used to equip the army, but also be used to break the monopoly of the undead.

The Bliss Potion has opened up the market in the city-state in just a few days, and a large amount of resources are flowing into the hands of the undead through the Bliss Potion.

Percy looked at it with envy, it would be great if he had all these resources in his hands.

The words of the scientific researchers disappointed them. The Bliss Potion was a specialty of the undead tribe, so there was nothing they could do about it.

But they finally figured out that there was nothing wrong with the Bliss Potion, which was at least reassuring.

Sayer's selling of the Bliss Potion is a normal business practice, and Lord Percy has no right to stop it.

Even if he wanted to stop it, the nobles in the dungeon would allow it.

Not only the city lord is eyeing Sayer, but the horse bandits are also eyeing Sayer.

In their eyes, Sayer is like a golden mountain!

On this day, Sayer came to Rat Death Border City to purchase goods and bliss potions.

"Sail, your recent business is very good?" After the money and goods were cleared, the Black Warrior suddenly asked.

"Thanks to the Lord of the Undead, business has been very good recently." When Sayer mentioned this, he couldn't hide his smile, and his mouth was almost split to his ears.

He no longer cares much about the profits of other products. Since the creation of the Bliss Potion, nearly 95% of the profits in his business come from this.

"You have to be careful," Black Warrior said.

"Huh? Lord Black Warrior, what do you mean by this?" Sayer's smile faded and he asked doubtfully.

"According to the knights who escorted you a few times before, you may have been targeted by some people." The black warrior said directly. Sayer is now a valued partner of City Master Zhang Peng, and he must protect the other party's safety.

"What?!" Sayer exclaimed, then closed his mouth and frowned in thought.

Being targeted seems to be a natural thing, but he was immersed in the joy of receiving the wealth and ignored this.

He has been a little too arrogant recently, showing too much wealth.

Now think about it, not only on the way to and from Illamaha City-State and the Rat-Dead Border City, but also in Illamaha City-State, there were also people watching him.

Alas... the foundation is still too shallow.

How to do it?

Looking at the Black Warrior, Sayer's eyes lit up.

"Lord Black Warrior, do you provide transportation services and escort services? Do you provide escort services?" Sayer asked expectantly.

Got hooked!

Master Zhang Pengcheng knows things like a god!

The Black Warrior sighed in his heart.

Zhang Peng had mentioned to him before that the other party would discuss the matter of guarding with him, but he didn't expect that the other party actually mentioned it.

"The escort service is indeed available, but the escort service is not provided to ordinary partners, but only to our undead allies." The black warrior said hesitantly.

me!

I!

I am willing to be the ally of the undead!

Sayer roared in his heart, with an eager expression on his face.

"Lord Black Warrior, how can I become an ally of the undead?" Sayer asked excitedly, almost asking me if I was qualified.

"Sail, if you want to become an ally of the undead, you need to sign a soul contract with us. Are you sure you want to be an ally with us?" Black Warrior asked.

"This... works! No problem!" Sayer thought for a moment and gritted his teeth.

Although he is a rat man, it is not a big deal to change his family. The undead backer is obviously more beneficial to him than the rat man backer.

"Well, since you are so determined, I am willing to introduce you to the city lord of Rat Death Border City, and the rest will depend on your own efforts." Black Warrior said.

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