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"Sir, we meet again. Are you here to buy pigs again?"

Glenn didn't want to remember the other person's long name, so he omitted it.

The tall, slovenly corrupt believer lowered his head, and the familiar bad breath hit him again:

"Yes, sir. I slept the shortest this time because I missed the delicious food. Please let me taste it again."

Glenn really wanted to sew the other man's stinky mouth shut, but he had to do business, so he led the way and let the other man follow.

The two walked into the farm.

The tall corrupt believer ate two live pigs just like last time, and after paying, he prepared to say goodbye politely.

Glenn quickly called out to him, "Wait a moment, sir."

Corrupt believers looked puzzled.

Glenn took a few steps forward and said, "I heard that you can forge artifacts. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, the corrupt believer's eyes lit up immediately and he laughed exaggeratedly:

"Of course it's true! It's absolutely true! My craftsmanship is top-notch in the entire continent! Many famous artifacts were forged by me!"

Then he bent his back a little more, rubbed his hands gently, looked at Glenn and said flatteringly: "Sir, do you want to forge a divine weapon? My price is very fair. You provide the materials and pay me a corrupt octopus head as labor fee."

Corrupted octopus? What the hell? It must be very rare, so I can't agree to it... Glenn thought to himself, smiling, "I've never heard of a corrupted octopus, and I can't get one, but you listen to my request first, and then we can talk about the terms."

As expected, the corrupt believer looked disappointed and lost most of his interest. He said:

"There's no corrupt octopus, so I have no motivation..."

Glenn ignored the other party's muttering and took out the precognitive mask and showed it to the corrupt believer:

"Look at this. Do you have any way to make this thing dead? Sometimes it's too disobedient."

The corrupt believer took a look and became a little interested again, "Mask of Precognition!? You actually got this thing!"

"Wait! Mr. Werewolf! You are so heartless! I have helped you so much! You can't do this to me!"

Before Glenn could reply, the Precognitive Mask shouted in anger and grief.

Glenn ignored the precognitive mask and just waited for the corrupt believer's answer.

The latter looked at it and touched it again, his movements were extremely professional, and finally nodded, "Okay, I can help you, but I need some materials, you have to prepare them yourself, and you still need the head of a corrupted octopus."

Glenn took back the mask and nodded, "Okay, I'll go back and think about it."

"Don't think too long. This mask has killed several owners. Don't wait until you've been fooled to regret it."

It was unclear whether the corrupt believer gave his advice sincerely or falsely.

"I understand." Glenn kept the same expression, and it was hard to tell whether he was moved or not.

Corrupt believers can only leave in the end.

The Precognitive Mask was still calling out. Glenn waited for a moment before speaking to it:

"You'd better not let me know that you are hiding something from me in the future, otherwise I will turn you into a mindless tool."

The mask's scream stopped abruptly and everything became completely quiet.

Glenn had no intention of modifying the mask from the beginning, he just wanted to scare the other party and let him know the consequences.

"I understand, Mr. Werewolf, I will try my best to restrain myself." The mask said in a low voice.

So you couldn't help but cheat someone? ... Glenn rolled his eyes, speechless.

He put the mask into the bibokki and walked towards the town.

……

The day has come for the Elven High Priest to return.

Glenn prepared a simple welcome ceremony for them, and the group of elves brought by the high priest were a little flattered.

To Glenn's surprise, the elves that returned were not all forest elves, there were also night elves with dark purple skin.

It also seemed like they were led by a high priest, whose dress style was very different from that of the high priest of the forest elves.

He was wearing a black priest robe with red edges, holding a staff that looked like the hand bones of some magical beast, which formed a sharp contrast with the pure appearance of the forest elf high priest.

"Mr. Glenn, let me introduce you. This is Brodnaya, the high priestess of the wandering night elf tribe Ankochi. I brought them here. I think they may be helpful to your farm."

The high priest of the forest elves said in an ethereal voice.

Glenn nodded and reached out to shake hands with the night elf high priest.

The latter hesitated for a moment before extending his slender hand and shaking Glenn's.

"Nice to meet you. I believe you will bring me surprises."

Glenn said politely.

"Greetings to you, great level seven transcendent. I'm sorry to bother you. Our tribe has been ostracized by our companions for some reasons and has been wandering for a long time without a fixed place to live. If we can provide you with some small help, please give us a safe place to stay."

After shaking hands, the high priest of the night elves bent down and spoke these words in a very humble manner.

Glenn was stunned for a moment, then gently helped the other person up.

He believed that anyone who could make Gotaya's mother willing to help could not be a bad person, so he always had a good attitude.

"Of course. I will give you a safe place to live. I want to expand my farm and need more manpower. You came at the right time."

Glenn said softly.

After hearing this, the night elves all showed expressions of ecstasy, some covered their mouths and cried silently, and some hugged their companions and celebrated quietly.

Glenn could also tell from these reactions how difficult it was for these night elves to survive while wandering outside.

"Thank you so much! Our tribe has a lot of magic that can help farms. We will definitely make your farm the best in the country!"

The high priest of the night elves said excitedly.

"That's great." Glenn said happily.

After talking for a while, Glenn began to arrange accommodation for these extra elves.

When the workers were building the house, they built a lot of extra ones as backup, and now they come in handy.

Although it is still not enough, we can still accommodate it if we squeeze in.

By the next day, the expansion of the farm was in full swing.

There is no need to hire any more staff, but materials need to be purchased in large quantities.

After the excitement lasted for a few days, a fleet of luxurious and well-equipped vehicles drove into Du Dezheng and headed straight for Glenn's shop.

A worker in the store immediately rushed back to Bayek to inform Glenn.

"Someone from the royal family?"

After hearing the reporter's guess, Glenn became cautious.

He put down what he was doing, rode the big deer and headed towards Dude Town.

At this time in Dude Town.

Glenn's shop was surrounded by onlookers, and several shiny and luxurious carriages were parked in front of the store.

The shop had stopped operating and the employees were busy entertaining people getting off the carriages.

A young man in gorgeous clothes and a dozen knights.

The young man drank the store's special liquor, and he became more and more drunk, with some signs of being slightly intoxicated.

But he had been in this state for some time, yet he was not completely drunk.

This is what Glenn saw when he arrived.