Chapter 4 Preparation

The riots subsided and the City of Rock did a good job of cleanup.

A quarter of an hour later, Luke was placed in another hotel.

Good news, with official subsidies, the environment of this hotel is much better.

Before leaving, the patrolman said, "The subsidy will be delivered tomorrow morning."

In the middle of the night, a pharmacist from the city came to check on Luke and confirmed that he only had minor injuries and would be able to recover after resting for another five or six days.

Luke stayed in his new settlement, lost in thought.

The arrival of the dragon dispersed the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky. It was originally a cloudy day, but now there was no sign of rain.

Because of the previous chaos, many houses on the streets had lights on, and most of the city was bright.

In the light, the statue of the saint, as a landmark of the Stone City, became more conspicuous.

After staring at the statue outside the window for a while, he suddenly asked, "If I practice only with the power of faith, can I reach this level?"

Silly question, Quill is too lazy to answer.

Since ancient times, people have to become the strongest first and then be respected. How can it be the other way around?

Feather Pen was thinking about another thing, how to help the boy die early and be reborn soon. Before that, he had to find a suitable host, which meant he had to find time to sneak out.

"I'll tell on you." As if he knew what it was thinking, Luke propped his chin up with his hand and said calmly without even turning his head, "If I find out that you're missing one day, I'll report you to the Holy City."

The strong human beings will definitely be able to find the whereabouts of the heart by following the blood contract.

"Don't forget that you have half demon blood." Quill reminded.

Humans dislike mixed-race people the most.

Luke took off the heavy longbow from his back and straightened his spine: "Let's die together."

“…”

If it weren't for the blood contract, the feather pen would have cut this little bastard who could make people angry to death into pieces eight hundred times.

Luke changed the subject, but still didn't give up.

While recalling the methods of practice recorded in the book, he continued to ask in detail about everything related to faith.

The feather pen sneered: "Whose faith are you going to gain? Capture a few newborns and brainwash them?"

If this despicable method was effective, countless powerful people would have appeared in the Holy Demon Continent long ago.

An image of a powerful hurricane dragon appeared in Luke's mind. The dragon clan could be described as a mobile war machine, and one dragon could easily wipe out an entire city.

An idea that originally grew in the land of exile slowly expanded.

Before, everyone else was avoiding that huge body that contained terrifying power. Only Luke insisted not blinking even though he was seriously injured. He was looking at his hidden market.

Lujia couldn't help swallowing, "Dragon tribe."

“…”

"Okay, okay," Quill said after a brief silence, "You and the dragons actually have a lot in common."

"Really?" Luke was overjoyed.

The feather pen was very venomous: "One can go to heaven, and the other wants to go to heaven."

If you want to die so much, I will help you!

Why go through so much trouble?

Luke ignored it, regretting that the patrol had arrived too quickly and he didn't have time to touch the orc corpse.

On the bright side, the pharmacist was blown to pieces, and the gold coins were probably lost. If the orcs came to rob him, he might become even poorer.

After all the trouble late at night, I no longer have the leisure to take a bath.

Luke spoke again: "Xiao Si, help me cast a cleansing spell."

The magical world is still convenient. Everything can be done with a cleaning spell.

After a moment of silence, Quill Pen said with a hidden murderous intent, "You want me to help you take a bath?"

Luke said politely, "My dear Master Bi, if I get dirty, I will smell bad, and if I stay smelly for a long time, I will get lice. You, who are carried by me, will inevitably get dirty too."

I have to say that Luke is particularly good at grasping the subject. The picture he describes is so vivid that it seems as if the quill pen can already see densely packed little lice crawling along the pen shaft.

The air was filled with a pale blue particle glow, and a comfortable, just-right temperature followed.

When wrapped in the water element, Luke felt the warmth of returning to the mother's body for the first time in a long time.

Seeing his satisfied expression, the quill deliberately played tricks on him.

"hiss."

The wound was stung and Luke shivered in pain.

His face turned pale, and he didn't know if it was fake. The whole person looked miserable, covered in blood and scratches, like a stray cat.

Quill looked down at Luke, and with the mindset of a strong man, he didn't get much pleasure from the little action just now.

For a moment, it was too lazy to make any unnecessary movements.

After cleaning, I felt refreshed and the bedding seemed to be softer when I lay on the bed.

In the dead of night, Luke stared at the ceiling, and information about the dragon clan emerged in his mind.

A race that is naturally powerful, if it weren't for the difficulty in reproduction, perhaps humans and demons would be forced to join forces.

However, the last time the dragon clan had newborn cubs was more than two hundred years ago, which caused the dragon clan to be extremely protective and treat their cubs with great care.

Youngsters, protect their shortcomings and dote on them unconditionally.

Lujia quickly extracted the corresponding market keyword: group pet.

Using an article that caters to the group's favorites may help you to build a closer relationship with the strong.

But according to the strong thinking that the Holy Demon Continent has always advocated, can this series of articles really be accepted?

"I heard that the dragons have a lot of money. Mr. Alex, who knows everything, may I ask what they like to consume on a daily basis?"

Quill responded this time.

There was a strong sense of sarcasm in his tone, roughly referring to the fact that dragons always like to spend money on things that they can't use.

Luke listened quietly and soon got a basic idea.

The Dragon Clan is a complete representative of those who like niche brands and pursue uniqueness and personalization. To put it more bluntly, they are committed to being different fireworks.

He raised an eyebrow.

"In this way, there will be more room for maneuver."

…

The next morning, Luke was awakened by a knock on the door and the patrol brought compensation.

"There are four gold coins in total. Please count them."

I heard someone talking nonsense early in the morning.

Luke was surprised: "Do we need to count these?"

He could count them on one hand.

The patrolman was a little embarrassed. Let alone four gold coin, for ordinary people, one gold coin is not a small amount.

But when it is said this way, it does seem a bit shabby.

The patrolman left first, using the excuse that he had compensation to pay to the next family.

Lujia suddenly called him: "Brother, I want to ask you something."

The patrolman had a decent attitude towards the injured and stopped.

"I would like to ask, if I want to publish a book, what procedures do I have to follow?"

I searched through the original owner's memories, but couldn't find any relevant information.

The patrolman was puzzled as to why he was asking about this, but since it was not a secret, he replied, "It would take at least three to five years to get a book number through conventional channels."

Most of the books and periodicals printed in the Holy Demon Continent are magic books and history books.

Only the official ones can release these two types, and the rest have to wait in line.

"What about unconventional ones?"

The patrolman said without hesitation: "Go to the Rhine family. They handle all business."

Luke remembered that when they were queuing yesterday, they were the ones who flew through the air in a high-profile manner on griffins.

Again, don’t be afraid of being struck by lightning.

"The young master of the main family of the Rhine family came back yesterday. He has been inspecting stores on East Street these two days. He just took over as the president. If you can convince him, everything will be solved."

The patrolman spoke in great detail, but in reality he did not believe that Luke could accomplish anything.

People who beg the Rhine family to do business every day can line up from Boulder City to the next city, but most of them can't even meet them.

After the patrolman left, Luke was alone in the room, lost in thought.

The quill had become accustomed to his wild imagination and didn't even ask why he was talking about books again.

Luke placed all his belongings on the table: twelve gold coins and a space scroll.

He said sternly: "There is no way out."

Once you leave the Stone City, except for the desolate land, no matter where you go, it will be a long way. The space scroll can only save your life once. Without power, it will be difficult to survive on this continent.

Lujia thought for a moment and said, "You promised to help me fight three times, but you didn't do it last night."

The full force of the hurricane dragon was given.

"Let's replace the same amount. With the same consumption of magic elements, why don't you help me do something else? I can just erase it twice."

Seeing that it was in his favor, Feather Pen became interested and asked, "What is it?"

Luke: "Wait for me for a moment."

He ran downstairs quickly, and the round trip took less than ten minutes.

When he came back, Luke was carrying two cloth bags. He opened them and poured out the contents, making a rustling sound. Several more pieces of jewelry suddenly appeared on the table, as well as a package containing a brand new undergarment.

These jewels were only of ornamental value and were not made of rare materials. If placed outside, they would be worth at most a few silver coins. However, in the Stone City where prices were extremely high, they almost emptied out Luke's entire belongings.

Luke went out without his quill.

Most likely it was a bait to see if he would run away. Feather Pen sneered, "Which street stall did you clear out all the second-hand goods?"

“Enchantment.”

Enchanting is to give magical powers to an object.

Lujia didn't waste any words and went straight to the point: "Help me draw inscriptions that suppress magic power on each one."

The feather pen poured cold water on him: "That won't sell for much money."

This is the least marketable product and is usually only used on some slaves. The ones used on slaves are always the cheapest.

The gold coins he picked up were not enough to survive in this place for a few days, but this little fool actually used them all to buy these things.

It can now wait for the other to starve to death.

"No, for my own use."

Quill raised an eyebrow.

Luke only saw it picking its hair and urged, "Hurry up."

Good, totally crazy.

Quill Pen thought that such a thin magical element might not be found even with a lantern.

Wearing an enchanted device to bind the air?

Anyway, writing a few inscriptions can offset two attacks, so why not do it?

Half an hour later, Luke put on all the accessories with satisfaction. He put the necklace into his inner clothes and tucked the bracelet into his sleeves, hiding them very secretly.

After everything was ready, he stretched and said, "Let's go."

First go find a sponsor to help you get through the darkest moment of your life.

After leaving the hotel, Luke walked slowly along another street, observing the customs of this era along the way.

Seeing different races interacting with each other still gave him a feeling of unreality.

As unreal as an empty wallet.

The patrolman said that the young master of the Rhine family was inspecting stores on East Street today.

Without asking specifically, Luke walked along the street for a short while before he saw a familiar griffin parked outside a building with a unique family logo engraved on the car.

“How noble.”

Luke looked at the majestic and tall griffin and couldn't help but get closer to take a closer look.

sneeze--

Just then, the griffin sneezed, and the breath almost blew the boy's thin body away, causing a burst of laughter on the road.

Luke leaned against the wall to steady himself, and when he looked up he just happened to see the entire store sign.

Qizhen Pavilion.

The name sounds expensive.

He took a deep breath and stepped in, this time deliberately avoiding the griffin.

The interior of the pavilion can be described as a spectacle.

It's not the merchandise here, but the customers.

Everywhere was magnificent. There were many people on the first and second floors, but the floors above were empty. However, there were many visitors of different races standing on the stairs, forming a long queue, and it was obvious that they were not there to buy anything.

The dwarf, who was known for his bad temper, was humbly trying to get the staff to pass on the message: "Please give my regards to the president as well."

Seeing this, Lu Jia asked a shopping guide in a very ignorant manner: "Excuse me, can't we go directly upstairs?"

A stupid question, coupled with the illusory magical element, earned contemptuous looks from people around.

The salesperson smiled and said, "The third floor is for VIP customers only. Magicians who have reached level eight or above can also go up there."

"I see."

The entire Qizhen Pavilion sells treasures. The descriptions and prices of the treasures are written next to them. Although there are many people, it is very quiet overall.

Luke's slightly lowered voice could not be hidden from the sharp-eyed and sharp-eared customers.

"I want to ask, do you accept babies here?"

The salesperson nodded: "Of course."

"Including books?"

The salesperson was stunned for a moment: "Magic book?"

"Storybook."

The author has something to say:

Luke: I come, I write, I conquer.