Selling Broke

The moth was of no use and was disposed of by Mason.

The worm was knocked to the ground. Mason thought for a while and tried to drip blood on it. The worm sucked it like a whale and it took a while to calm down.

The originally transparent body was now covered with bloodshot, giving off a faint and flattering look. Mason estimated its strength and found it to be about A-level.

If an S-class monster is a lord, an A-class monster is a general leading an army. The former already has the ability to command a large number of monsters, and the territory has become a kingdom system. The latter focuses more on strength and troops.

Bugs born in the laboratory naturally have no tribe, but their strength has not been weakened at all. The abilities of the two A-level monsters complement each other, making it strange and difficult to deal with. No wonder the Black Mist believers temporarily avoided the sharp edge.

Mason would never have thought that he had a part to play in this. If the portal still maintained a cooperative relationship with the Black Mist believers, relying on their ability to find an exit, it would not be difficult to solve.

As luck would have it, Mason had just taken over the portal before the two monsters rebelled. Without the right medicine, the Black Mist followers had to abandon their lair after trying and chose to evacuate.

Even if he knew, the young man would only sigh that good people are rewarded. How could such a good thing happen by chance? He snapped his fingers, and strands of black mist wrapped around his fingers, absorbing the dripping blood. Then, the black mist overflowed from the void, hooking and stretching into the shape of a door frame. The portal carefully looked around, fearing that it would be stabbed again.

"Thank you for your use, Mr. Oreius, my little portal is at your service!"

It was reluctant to come in because this place was within the perception range of another monster, and it was unwilling to go in because there was no benefit in using the portal. Its ability is like forcibly opening a hole in the wall of the owner's house and saying hello, I'm coming in. Once it is discovered, a bloody battle will ensue.

But now, the worm in charge of the energy core was lying beside it, shivering. A small mountain of dissected materials was neatly piled up beside the wall, and blood gathered into a shallow pool. Two moth wings were placed on both sides, and the human faces on them were stiff and quiet.

The portal became more and more obedient, almost wagging its nonexistent tail. Mason pointed to the equipment and worms in the basement and said, "Take all of this back. As for the location... send the materials and equipment to the Earl's Mansion, and take the worms to a safe place."

In fact, what he wanted most was to transport these things to his territory. What was the most important thing in building a territory? Energy!

But Mason, who was still working out hard, had no qualifications to interfere in the territory, and he couldn't explain where he got such advanced equipment, so he had to put it in the Earl's Mansion first.

After all, it was an investment for himself, so it was neither a loss nor a loss. He consoled himself in his heart.

The portal understood and immediately set about completing its task. During this time, Mason returned to the corridor and looked at all the remaining rooms.

The Black Mist followers were indeed professional. They left not even a blade of grass behind, let alone any information. If they could take the energy hub away, they would definitely not leave even a drop of energy liquid behind.

Mason thought about it for a while, then decided to give it a try. He removed the overhead lights, smashed the statues one by one, and swept away all the tables, chairs, and benches. It was like a swarm of locusts passing through a place where not a single blade of grass could grow.

When I returned to him through the portal, I almost thought I had entered a garbage dump. My voice was a little slow: "I have completed the task you assigned me. Ahem... Lord Oleus, are you ready to leave?"

"I've taken a look and I think there should be nothing wrong with these things. Let's send them back as scraps. They can at least sell for some money."

Mason gave the order casually. Although the pollutant had no mouth, the whole door was shaking slightly. He had never seen such a posture before, so he responded dryly.

The red-haired young man who had earned his first pot of gold walked out of the gate in a leisurely manner. When he walked out of the door leading to the Earl's Mansion, Rambo was already waiting there.

He glanced at the numerous instruments that were weighing down the flowers and plants in the yard, then glanced at the young man who walked out of the door, and said in a gloomy tone: "Do you know how much the annual maintenance cost of the Earl's Palace's garden is?"

Mason wanted to greet you warmly, but he changed his words: "...Actually, I have something important to discuss with you. I want to invest in Ya'an City's energy reform plan. How about the profit split being 70% for me and 30% for you?"

The brainworm narrowed his eyes and said, "I'll take 4 and you'll take 6. Let's talk about it in detail."

The other party had no objection: "Okay, give me my field work salary. I just wiped out an abandoned base of Black Mist followers."

Rambo: “….”

Rambo: “?”

In just a short while, what did this guy say he was doing?

Brain worm shock aside, Mason had no trouble figuring out who the worms belonged to.

A complete set of energy facilities with energy liquid added, Rambo converted it to 500,000 rupees. When he saw the worm outside the city, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of surprise, and he was not afraid of the A-level aura on the other side at all.

“This should be a variant.”

"variant?"

"Yes, bloodline people are the combination of humans and monsters. It can be said that there are as many bloodline people as there are monsters in the world. But in reality, the pollution of the black mist is an extremely unstable influence. It can be said that new types of monsters are born every moment."

The brainworm walked around the monster and explained calmly, "So it's hard to generalize the abilities of bloodline users with a unified standard. Can you count how many ants there are in an anthill? Not to mention that the mutations induced vary depending on the time, location, type, and concentration of the black mist."

"In general, bloodline monsters can be divided into three categories: control, attack, and support. Different monster types can be further divided into groups and abilities. There is a special classification research in the academy."

Mason realized.

This is equivalent to everyone knowing that foxes are canines, but its full name should be mammals, carnivora, canidae.

Putting all monsters under one heading and then classifying them according to different types is what Rambo calls taxonomy. The young man couldn't help but complain: "This is too troublesome. There are so many kinds of monsters. Wouldn't it be tiring to count the abilities of bloodline users?"

"Most monsters have their own core skills. For example, the abilities of the Falcon are [Mind Vision] and wind control. Therefore, the Earl can use wind blades, fly, or mold the wind into any weapon. Monsters based on the Falcon also mostly have the same skills, but the attributes are slightly different."

"It's like when a person learns to forge iron. Iron itself has no killing power, but when it is made into swords and arrows, it is given a different form. It is still iron, but it is enough to kill people. The bloodline has a lot of freedom in the form of expressing its abilities. I think you are very clear about this."

Indeed. Oreius's ability is the holy weapon, and his blood is the medium. Pure blood has no effect, but dripping it on the weapon will cause a qualitative change.

Mason suddenly understood: "It's like the essence of the Shadow Puppet's ability is to control shadows. Whether it's using shadows to escape, split shadows, or use shadows to kill people, it's actually just a form. The essence is that the bloodline is controlling the shadows?"

"Yes. This worm must have been enhanced for energy. It can amplify the energy reaction and provide better results with less energy. I have never seen such a type before."

Rambo stared at the insects in front of him and sighed, "Sure enough, even the Black Mist followers would choose to use biological creatures instead because the cost of the Mechanical City is too high."

Mason agreed.

Are the products from the Machinery City easy to use? Yes!

Human society has proven through countless facts over thousands of years that technology is the primary productive force, and only with strong technology can we build superior strength.

But the price is too expensive.

80 rapis can support a normal family of five for a month, but 3,000 rapis can afford a lamp bug for lighting. An outdated D-class guard beast costs at least 50,000 rapis!

500,000 Labbes may seem like a lot, but in reality it is just a complete energy operation system plus the amount of energy liquid for one week. If you want to provide the entire city with convenient energy, you will have to invest tens of millions of dollars to get nothing in return.

Thanks to Mason's continuous support from the Earl's Mansion, he was able to maintain a relatively sufficient high-tech combat capability. After much deliberation, he decided that he had to make money.

The rehabilitation plan of the main body is proceeding in an orderly manner. He intends to try to change the governance system under his command based on the territory. With the viscount and his wife who love their children, this plan will definitely receive strong support.

The Cross Territory is far less prosperous than Ya'an, and it still retains its simple medieval style. In the eyes of a young man who has seen the dangers of this world, such a configuration is far from enough to make him feel at ease.

We have to find a way to bring back a few more sets of energy equipment in a reasonable way, at least install more street lights in the villages in the territory and strengthen the city walls.

Ordinary people cannot use wooden warehouses and weapons, so they should strengthen their defense and bring back more protective beasts.

In addition, it is necessary to establish channels for communication with Ya'an, otherwise it will take too much time to travel back and forth, which is not conducive to promoting exchanges in the future...

Oreius also needs to prepare funds at all times. He can't keep robbing Count Yan's inventory. He must keep some backup for himself, at least he needs a stable resource supply channel and operating funds. Even if Oreius doesn't contact other people now, one day, he will enter the fame and fortune world called the Central Region. [Luo] is his first stepping stone. Before that, he needs to be fully prepared.

Money! Money! Money!

After all, it’s all about money!

The red-haired young man sighed, and after the brainworm had confirmed it, he wrote a receipt for him. It was said that this guarantee from the Council of the Twelve Round Tables could be redeemed at any time.

The young man with 500,000 yuan in hand did not forget his original intention until Rambo silently contacted a recycler for him, commonly known as a junk collector. It was also the first time for the other party to enter the Earl's Mansion to collect junk, and it was still a pile of small items that could not be discarded anymore, and his expression was very subtle.

Mason didn't care about that. He watched contentedly as his servants loaded the garbage he brought back into the truck. He leaned back with his hands in his pockets, as if muttering to himself, "Let's find a few new Black Mist believer bases. Let's get a few more."

The portal sent a hidden wave in response. In the following days, Mason lived a life of killing Black Mist followers whenever there was any movement. He didn't care about anything and killed every base that the portal knew about.

Most of these bases were abandoned, but occasionally you could find something. Regardless of whether there were people there or not, the red-haired young man was ruthless and would pack up everything that was valuable and send everything that was worthless back to be sold as garbage.

A little bit adds up to a lot, day by day and month by month, isn't it wonderful to become rich?

Mason counted the robbies he had gotten with great satisfaction, and suddenly a bright and far-sighted vision came into his mind. Little did he know that there was a group of people who were gritting their teeth and fuming at him.

The other place is in the base of the Black Mist followers.

In front of a solemn and luxurious long table, the furious woman smashed the cup in her hand heavily to the ground. Her extremely beautiful face was full of viciousness and gloom, and her tone was as fast as a pinball.

"This is not the first time he has provoked me! I want him dead! I must make him die!!"

"Don't be angry, bug girl."

The sound of laughter came from the other side, one deep and the other elegant. The man's face and the woman's face turned to the front at the same time, looking at her with indifferent eyes, with the same cold smile on their faces.

"You should have known he wasn't a piece of crap, that's why we approached that guy earlier."

"Unfortunately, he chose the wrong path."

The two faces spoke in gentle tones, as if expressing the tender words of love between lovers, but the content was extremely cruel.

"Go ahead, you can kill him, and I'll help you."