Chapter 337 336. New Rules
Inside the Scarlet Spire.
"Sir...how do you feel?" The evil wizard Malgas and a pharmacist looked at Sigimund who was slowly waking up from his chair with a little nervousness.
Sigimund's eyes swept over the empty bottle of Dream Potion on the table. Recalling the scene in his dream just now where the mysterious enemy was temporarily trapped in the dream, he said in a deep voice, "It worked. I need more Dream Flowers! Send people to find them and buy them. No matter the cost, gold coins are not a problem!"
The pharmacist looked embarrassed. "Sir, even if we are willing to pay a high price, the amount of Dream Flower circulating in the market is extremely limited. I'm afraid the most we can get is..."
"How long can it last?" Sigimund asked directly.
"Probably... less than a month's supply."
"Malgus," Sigimund turned to the weakened evil mage, his voice low but carrying a rare, almost soothing tone. "I was the original proponent of the 'Strange Dream' project, so the current predicament is not your fault. I'll give you two weeks to find a solution. My original promise to you remains valid."
In other words, if it can't be solved, then there's nothing left.
And if Malgas can't find a solution, even if it makes him appear incompetent, Sigismund will have no choice but to ask His Majesty for help.
"Yes, sir!" Malgas, whose strength had plummeted by two levels and paid a heavy price, had no way out and could only grit his teeth and accept this last chance.
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On the other hand, in order to truly put pressure on the demons, Duke Alama took the risk and transferred part of the heavy infantry regiment with relatively insufficient mobility and the main force of the valuable mage regiment out of the well-defended High Castle Fortress.
The troops were still heading towards Duke Eleanor's position.
The battle was almost one-sided.
It can be seen that the individual qualities of the Eleanor army were not weak, but they were quickly defeated under Alama's crushing command. The Hemlock Knights were like a whirlwind of death, mercilessly hunting and reaping the fleeing soldiers.
It's a pity that Eleanor herself is quite good at concealment and mobility. In the chaotic battlefield, even Alama finds it difficult to lock onto and catch up with the vampire duchess who is determined to escape.
Clad in heavy magical armor, Alama reined in his warhorse and stood in the center of the devastated battlefield. His gaze passed over the scattered monsters and the burning camp, towards the silent crimson spire in the distance.
"This time, there's not even a token rescue?"
Another victory, but Alama only felt a chill down his spine.
He was now certain that this Eleanor was simply a bait thrown out to attract his fire and delay time.
Inside the Scarlet Spire, Sigimund must be secretly brewing something extremely dangerous!
Perhaps it was a massive spell powerful enough to destroy the fortress, or perhaps it was some twisted monster summoned through bloody sacrifice.
In any case, Alama would never sit idly by and watch the other party successfully complete its plan.
Even if it is difficult and costly, he must respond!
Even if it is difficult, we have to launch an attack on the scarlet spire itself!
Only in this way can Sigimund be forced to come out of his lair and face him head-on.
However, the current situation always feels strange: "Why does it feel like I'm invading the empire?"
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Under the towering city gate of Modu, people entering the city formed a long queue.
In the team, Horn was happily counting the silver coins he had just received. The touch of metal from his fingertips made his mouth, which was covered with white mycelium, grin from ear to ear.
He and his teammates had just completed an escort mission. They had no trouble along the way and easily earned the money.
"Okay, okay, stop counting your silver coins. The endless clanking sound is annoying, isn't it?" The dwarf Hammer next to him complained in a muffled voice, carrying his iconic war hammer.
Horn smiled as he put the silver coins into his bulging purse and weighed them deliberately to make a more pleasant sound.
He knew very well that Lao Chui was somewhat envious of the extra money he earned.
"Old Hammer," he bent down, his arm skillfully resting on the dwarf's sturdy shoulder armor, "Seriously, why don't you become a Puji master too? There are so many benefits!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Lao Chui shook his hand off unnaturally like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Why should I let that thing parasitize me?!"
"Tsk, what do you mean by 'parasitism'? That sounds so gross! It's called symbiosis! It's about harnessing Puji's power for your own benefit!" Horn curled his lips and glanced at Noah and Aimee, who were quietly following behind him. "These two ladies, their faces are half their lives, so it's normal for them to have a few concerns. But you, an old dwarf who can't even keep a straight beard, wouldn't you be so concerned about a few more lines on your face, right?"
"I've told you so many times! I just can't braid my beard properly! This is the traditional braiding method of the Zafa clan!" Lao Chui was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"Okay, okay, let's keep it traditional." Horn waved his hand perfunctorily, then moved closer and lowered his voice to entice, "But you really should consider Master Puji's matter. Think about it, isn't more silver coins tempting?"
Lao Chui's beard twitched a few times, and he seemed to be really hesitant. Seeing this, Horn tried even harder to sell.
It’s not that he really cares whether Lao Hammer can make more money, but somehow, Haojiao subconsciously hopes that there will be more “like ones” around him so that he doesn’t have to appear so special.
Amid the incessant chattering of the horn, the four people and the dozen or so chubby puffs following the horn followed the crowd, underwent inspection and registration, and then passed through the huge city gate.
However, just a few steps into the city, a staff member with the badge of the "Puji Master Professional Association" on his chest raised his hand to stop them.
"Sir, please wait a moment." The staff member walked up to the horn and said politely but unquestionably, "You can't just walk around the city streets with all the Pooji like this."
"What do you mean?" Horn was stunned and didn't quite understand.
"According to the latest Mudu Street Management Regulations," the staff member explained expertly, "a puffing artist can only carry two puffing machines at a time on public streets. Carrying more than that and causing traffic congestion or obstructing public transportation will result in a fine."
"No... then what should I do with my other Puji? I can't just leave them outside the city to fend for themselves, right?" Horn pointed at the Puji behind him in surprise.
"Over there," the staff member said, turning sideways and pointing to a multi-story circular building not far away, covered in a thick, visible fungal carpet. "Please deposit any excess Puji at the 'Puji Storage Center.' There's a dedicated fungal carpet inside that can replenish Puji's magic power around the clock, and there's a dedicated person to oversee and register it. If any problems arise during this time, the association will compensate you and handle the matter. It's safe, reliable, and trustworthy!"
Horn opened his mouth but was speechless for a moment. He felt that Mushroom City was developing too fast and he would not be able to keep up with the times if he left for a while.
Reluctantly, he followed the instructions and walked towards the strange depository.
With the help of the depository staff, he applied for two storage slots.
Each slot can hold ten Pujis, and the daily storage fee for each slot is one copper coin.
The price is not expensive, but the extra daily expenses out of nowhere still make Haojiao feel like it is losing out.
He walked out of the Puji storage center with an unhappy look on his face, leaving only the two Pujis at his heels. Hearing the low laughter from Noah and Aimee, which they tried to suppress but still managed to escape, and remembering the restrictions on Master Puji's mission, he couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "There are too many rules..."
I wanted to go to the Rotten Willow Tavern to inquire about whether there were any strange rules recently, but I was attracted by the crowd on the way. Two guards were guarding a huge official notice board.
Horn followed the example of other Puji masters and held the two Pujis above his head to prevent them from being crushed by the crowd.
After finally squeezing in, I saw the sign:
[Puji Division New Army Recruitment]
(End of this chapter)
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