In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

After completing the strengthening selection, the familiar feeling of hunger came over me.

Weston's strong arm was tied with a therapeutic bandage, and he struggled to grab a bag of food from the bedside. After tearing it open with his mouth, he swallowed it wholeheartedly like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, filling his stomach.

Hearing the movement in the house, the conscientious Papa opened the door and poked his head in to observe.

Seeing Weston eating, Papa ran over quickly, helped Weston get the food, and brought tea and water to prevent Weston from choking.

"Boss Hungry Wolf, your talent is really good. Although the regeneration talent is ordinary, it is very practical. It can be said to be the most practical type of talent among low-level talents."

"What is your talent?"

Weston looked at the envious expression on his face and asked casually.

"My talent is rubbish, so don't mention it."

Papa didn't want to say more about his talent, and Weston didn't bother to ask further questions.

Talent is like buying a lottery ticket. There is not much difference between whether most people have talent or not.

If Weston hadn't been a time traveler, he would have been no different from an ordinary person.

Papa was very talkative, and Weston learned many secrets of the fighting arena from him.

Weston also learned from Papa the results of last night's prop racing competition.

Although yesterday's game was fierce, the gap in strength was too large.

The driver of the No. 1 tank is far more powerful than the others. Others can't even see his taillights, let alone use props to attack him and prevent him from winning the championship.

On the last lap, tank No. 1 caught up from behind the other tanks, and when it was about to overtake the other tanks, it was surrounded by all the tanks.

But the driver of the No. 1 tank is very skilled and flexible, and he makes everyone else play around.

The randomly discarded attack props and fired bullets all hit the buildings, or the No. 1 tank used other tanks as bunkers to escape.

In the end, only the No. 4 tank that Weston was optimistic about ran fast enough without failing to overtake one lap.

All the other tanks watched helplessly as tank No. 1 surpassed them by one lap and won the championship.

Weston was not surprised by this result.

This is the case with low-end games.

Once a master mixes in, the low-end game becomes a fish fry game.

However, as long as there is no malicious intention to stay at the low-end level and allow such talented drivers to advance to high-end racing competitions, there will be no problem.

After all, it's just a debut game for newcomers, and you can't let talented newcomers let themselves go just to save the face of others.

Then the game would be meaningless.

It took Weston several hourglass hours to digest the bad boy's 1% health enhancement.

With the health enhancement of the Level 1 Iron-Blooded Warrior skill, Weston's physical strength is much higher, enough to easily cope with this % health enhancement.

Weston felt that if he upgraded to Level 2 Iron-Blooded Warrior, he might be a little more relaxed than last time.

You won't be as embarrassed as you were when you first upgraded, lying on the bed with nothing to do with the world.

However, Weston decided to take it slow and conduct the second strengthening in the afternoon.

After eating and drinking all morning, the food was quickly digested and turned into nutrients that strengthened the body.

But Weston still chewed until his cheeks were numb.

More importantly, Weston had a lot of energy accumulated in his intestines that was ready to come out.

Weston didn't want to be hungry and surging on the toilet like the last time he strengthened his iron-blooded skills.

That kind of scene always reminds Weston of the scenes in some hard-core videos.

Weston, who was tightly tied with a therapeutic bandage and spent a lot of effort to solve his personal hygiene problems, walked out of the toilet. When he returned to the ward, he found a black dog from the Discipline Department wearing a black trench coat in his room. Wait for yourself.

Papa, who had been dismissive of the black dog of the Discipline Department in his previous remarks, had already shrunk aside and almost turned himself into a mural on the wall.

"Hello, I am Lan Hua, captain of the Discipline Operations Team, responsible for the operation at the fighting arena last night. Because you were seriously injured last night and did not have time to record a statement, I need to trouble you today, don't mind!"

"of course."

Weston walked forward enthusiastically, took the other person's hand and shook it to thank him.

"I heard them say that you were the one who helped me in the secret realm last night!"

"I really want to thank you for your life-saving grace. Without the supply box you sent in, I would have been trapped in there."

In the past, wherever the black dogs of the Discipline Department went, people were afraid of them like tigers and avoided them like snakes and scorpions.

This was the first time for Lan Hua to be thanked by someone so cordially, and he was not used to it.

After calmly taking his hand out of Weston's hand, he said calmly.

"It's nothing. As members of the Discipline Department, protecting you is what we should do. As long as you remember to settle the account last night, there will be no problem."

When Lan Hua talked about the issue of settlement, Weston remembered that the wizard army and the discipline troops of the Ministry of Discipline in this world were not the People's Liberation Army serving the people.

You have to pay for their services.

"Well, it won't be very expensive, right?"

Weston asked anxiously.

"It's not very expensive, just a hundred blue crystal coins!"

Lan Hua's relaxed tone seemed to be saying that I only spent a few hundred thousand to treat you to dinner last night.

But this number is astronomical to Weston.

Although Weston was in the secret realm of the bottom garbage dump, he gained a lot.

But that's just more than a hundred gray crystal coins.

Not to mention that Weston has already spent almost all of this money.

Even if the money is still there, it is still a drop in the bucket compared to this high debt.

The official exchange ratio between gray crystal coins and blue crystal coins is 1000:1.

But on the black market, if you exchange blue crystal coins for gray crystal coins, there will be a lot of people who are willing to exchange them with you. If you meet someone who is in urgent need of blue crystal coins, there will be people who are willing to pay double the price.

The reason for this is not monetary value, but energy value.

As mentioned before, in addition to being used for trading and circulation, crystal coins can also be used directly for meditation to restore witchcraft power.

The spiritual power contained in the gray crystal coins is meager, and it is enough for a first-level rookie like Weston.

It is the high-level combat wizards who have been upgraded. The effect of using gray crystal coins will become worse and worse as their ranks continue to increase.

The spiritual power provided by a single gray crystal coin is too weak to allow them to quickly restore their witchcraft power.

If used in batches, it will affect the meditation effect and lead to a huge waste of spiritual power.

At this time, the best way is to switch to blue crystal coins.

But everyone knows that blue crystal coins are good, so naturally they hide them for their own use and are unwilling to take them out for circulation.

As a result, there is a shortage of blue crystal coins on the market, causing the exchange price to remain high.

In other words, Weston now needs about 15 gray crystal coins to repay the debt of one hundred blue crystal coins.

This does not take into account Weston's large purchase of blue crystal coins, which may cause fluctuations in the price of blue crystal coins in the market and the extra cost.