My chosen ones are all the fourth disaster

Finally.

Prisoner Blade snapped the list, which was full of tricks.

He closed his eyes and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

The other party really didn't treat him as an outsider!

These things clearly showed that the Watcher's base camp was nearby!

And it was under construction!

Having such a neighbor was much more dangerous than the few low-level monsters that occasionally ran out of the Giant Oak Forest!

Prisoner Blade opened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said:

"I have a stone pickaxe and an iron hoe, but I don't have an iron sword... and all the tools that follow!"

There was a bit of helplessness and determination in his tone.

There was no room for negotiation.

Although the weapons on the list were not worth mentioning compared to the strength of the Watcher members themselves.

They were not weapons at all, but just sharper pieces of iron.

But the church didn't think so.

If they really traded these with Edgar, they would be on the pirate ship of the Watcher.

It was simply courting death!

No, even if it will anger the other party, Prison Blade cannot agree!

There was disappointment in Edgar's eyes.

But thinking about the other party's environment, he could understand.

He wanted a lot of things.

Prison Blade could not take out all of them by himself, but had to prepare them together with the nearby farmers.

This was also the reason why he found the other party, the local snake.

If the farmers had enough supplies, they would not have drifted to the wilderness.

It was good enough to have extra clothes and tools to sell and trade.

There was no way to expect the items to be traded to be complete.

Edgar pondered for a moment and finally gave up.

"What about the triangular ruler? Other things can be left, but the triangular ruler cannot be less!"

The triangular ruler was one of the basic supplies that Ye Zhi told Edgar to buy before he left.

There is no surveying tool for house construction in Tianshui Town now.

The stability of the house built by feeling alone will be a big problem!

The triangular ruler is indispensable.

Ye Zhi said that other tools that were not urgently needed could be given to the players to use freely.

"And tough grass clothes, we need at least six sets!"

Prisoner Dao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, telling himself not to get angry.

The other party is not easy to mess with! .

Even if the information he got said that the Fallen Sword was seriously injured and his strength was only one tenth of it.

That was not an existence he could mess with!

"I'm really sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Bang!"

Edgar turned sideways and took out a bamboo backpack that was as high as his thigh from the storage space.

It was full of red wild fruits the size of a baby's fist.

It was the wild fruit he took out yesterday and gave to the players as lunch.

As soon as it was taken out, the fruit fragrance filled the room immediately.

"Are these sweet fruits enough to exchange for all the supplies I mentioned?" Edgar said.

Sweet fruit trees are very common in the Giant Oak Forest.

It tastes sweet and sour, has a strong sense of fullness, bears fruit all year round, and bears a large amount of fruit.

It is the staple food of many monsters in the forest.

It is just a peripheral monster, and it is relatively easy for Edgar to deal with it.

This basket of sweet fruit is a free resource.

Prisoner's eyes were instantly attracted by the basket full of fruits, and a hint of greed and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He quickly agreed:

"Enough! Of course it's enough! Three-edged ruler and tough grass clothes, right? I'll prepare them for you right away!"

He said that he was not afraid that Edgar would do something to the house.

He ran out of the door in a flash.

Before leaving, he also pinched the wick of the oil lamp.

Edgar: "..."

With his strength, he can see clearly around without an oil lamp.

But Prisoner's action of pinching the wick was so decisive and natural that it was impossible not to pay attention!

He looked around.

Looking at the empty house, which was almost empty.

After a long while, he slowly exhaled and murmured.

"Ye, you really guessed it right."

Before coming, he guessed that Prisoner Blade would no longer be willing to accept Red Sun Coins.

So he prepared to use a life-saving magic prop to trade with the other party.

But the backpack with sweet fruits was stuffed into his hand by Ye Zhi before he left.

He said that food is definitely a harder currency than magic props.

He was skeptical when he left.

But now it seems that the effect is unexpectedly good!

It saves a lot of verbal arguments.

Thinking of this, Edgar's eyes flashed with confusion.

"It's summer now. Although it's not the autumn harvest, food is definitely not as scarce as in winter."

"Did something happen outside?"

The meaning of the triangular ruler is different from the previous tool.

Edgar clearly saw that the other party didn't want to help them at first.

But for a backpack of sweet fruits, Prisoner Blade immediately changed his mind.

It can be seen that food is important.

The fullness of sweet fruitsAlthough it has a strong stomach, it has a limited storage time.

It is impossible for Prisoner to eat all these sweet fruits by himself, so other farmers have the same needs.

"Are there so many farmers near the Giant Oak Forest?" Edgar muttered to himself.

He came here two days ago, and the farmers wanted to collect 10 pieces of tough grass clothes, and they collected them all afternoon.

Now he asked for 6 more pieces, and Prisoner agreed!

The gap is not small.

...

After waiting for almost half an hour.

After a slight creaking sound, Prisoner came in with a thief.

He was holding a bulging cloth bag behind him, which was about to bury him.

As soon as the door was closed.

He threw the bag to the ground, making a "dingling tanglang" sound.

"Yes, everything is here."

Prisoner supported his waist and sat back on the three-legged stool.

He leaned against the table and panted heavily.

"Oh~ I'm exhausted after carrying so many things at once..."

Edgar raised his hand and put it on the backpack.

The sweet fruit that was originally filled to the edge of the backpack was piled up again.

"Is this enough?"

Looking at the backpack that would not be able to fit more, it rolled down.

Prisoner Dao sat up immediately, smiling with a yellow front tooth.

"Enough, enough! I'm not tired at all!"

"Fortunately, I'm lucky. The two new refugees used to be tailors. They brought a lot of tough grass and tough grass clothes."

"The extra ones are a little gift from the farmers of Zhibupo, and I'll give them to you all!"

Edgar took the first few steps and carefully checked the items in the cloth bag, checking them one by one.

The number of other items on the list matched.

The processed tough grass and tough grass clothes took up half of the bag.

At least thirty or forty pieces of ready-made clothes can be made.

Edgar was very pleased with this gift.

He quickly tied the bag tightly again and put it into his storage space.

Then he pushed the backpack full of sweet fruits over as promised.

Prisoner's Knife immediately smiled and pulled the backpack into his arms.

Busily counting the sweet fruits in the backpack.

While he was counting the sweet fruits, Edgar casually said:

"It seems that there are a lot more refugees in the wasteland recently?"

The smile on Prisoner's Knife's face froze slightly, and then returned to normal.

He continued to count the sweet fruits leisurely, with a relaxed tone.

"Nothing special, but it's just several times more than the largest number of refugees I have seen in the past five years!"

"Haha, the wasteland will be completely occupied by them!"