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It would have been fine if Mousse didn't say anything, but as soon as he started talking, Wendlow shifted his gaze and looked again.

At the same time, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Fortunately, he was not sucking out the toxin from the wound, otherwise he would have swallowed the toxin as well.

However, Mousse didn't care about Windlow's look. After all, in the eyes of the dark elves, the human race was just like cats and dogs, and exposing the body in front of cats and dogs was not a problem.

Fortunately, Wendlow calmed down in a short time, brought the boiled and cooled water, and began to rinse Mousse's wound.

During his childhood, Windlow was very afraid of being caught or killed by the Beastmen, so he spent a lot of time studying the Beastmen.

Needless to say, the Beastmen's arrows were both dirty and dangerous.

If you are accidentally shot, there is a high probability of contracting tetanus and other diseases.

So after Mousse's wound was washed with clean water, Windlow evenly sprinkled the herbal powder that had been prepared long ago on Mousse's ruptured flesh.

This kind of powder that forced the imperial provincial army to grit their teeth and persevere did not cause any pain to Mousse.

It was as if the dark elf dread lord was not very sensitive to pain, or perhaps she had become accustomed to it.

He continued to look into Windlow's eyes without any expression.

Then she noticed that after Windlow applied sugar, an expensive seasoning, to her wound and wrapped it with a clean bandage, a smile actually appeared on his face.

Sugar is a very expensive resource. Although Windlow has been slowly refining it from wild fruits since he was a child, he now only has a small bag for emergency use.

"You've been looking at it for so long, I think I can let you touch it."

After making sure the wound was completely bandaged, Mousse focused all his attention on Windlow.

It seems that establishing a so-called company with this human is not a bad idea. This guy has medical technology comparable to that of high elves, and he will be an excellent talent if he is kept.

He will definitely be the key factor in returning to Naggaroth, so he also needs to be rewarded appropriately.

The Dark Elf Dread Lord knew very well how to target this innocent little virgin.

While talking, he sat down next to Wendlow, which made the latter panic.

"Sugar sprinkled on wounds can promote healing without leaving scars."

"You really don't want to touch it?"

"Change the clean bandage every two days. Your wound will be completely healed in about four days, and it won't be infected with tetanus and rabies. I applied some herbs."

For an inexperienced person like Windlow, just taking a few sneak peeks was already high pressure.

And they were so close that he had the intention to steal but not the courage.

But Mousse took the initiative to say it. If he didn't lend a hand, wouldn't it be a bit disrespectful to the Lord of Fear?

I do have some thoughts about it.

But when I turned around, Mousse had already pulled his clothes back on and lay on the ground on his side.

"You guard the first half of the night, and I'll guard the second half."

Then he did not respond to Wendlow's words anymore and fell asleep quietly.

At least it shows that he has gained the trust of the Dark Elf Lord of Terror.

Not only did she sleep with her back to him, but she also gave him the best time to guard the first half of the night.

Leaning against the campfire, he slowly wiped the copper coins collected from the enemies, and then put them all into his endless wallet.

The empty wallet hid all the wealth just like at the beginning. As a copper object lit up, the sun slowly rose in the sky, and the next day arrived.

Mousse raised his foot and kicked Windlow on the shoulder, then tilted his head.

"It's time to keep going. We'll reach Nuln City tonight."

It has to be said that these few days following Mousse have been a torture for Wendlow.

At his original speed, it would take him about half a month to walk to reach the city of Nuln. However, under the urging of the dark elves, he only walked for a week.

With his legs numb and exhausted, he finally arrived at the first city where he could rest. As long as he entered the city of Nun, everything would be safe.

Looking at the human city and the towering walls, as well as the human guards standing at the city gates and on the watchtowers, Mousse honestly hid his ears in his long lavender hair, and then smeared a kind of herb on his hair.

Her hair immediately turned slightly yellow, and was no different from the hair color of women in the empire.

After collecting the city entry tax, the ordinary imperial provincial troops certainly did not discover the dark elf dread lord disguised as a human.

In fact, it is not the fault of the Imperial Provincial Army if the Dark Elf Affairs Officer really wanted to create chaos in the Imperial city, such as destroying city walls, assassinating affairs officers, obstructing marches, and attacking the entire team.

Ordinary provincial troops had no way of discovering it, let alone stopping it.

It is not difficult for Mousse, the dark elf dreadlord, to infiltrate the human city. The problem now lies with Windlow.

How to sell the pottery I brought from Altdorf at the most appropriate price.

With his arms folded across his chest, Mousse followed quietly behind Windlow, watching how such a human would perform.

"Business is very simple. First, I need to find out the market price and understand how much other people's pottery sells for. Then I can set the price for my own pottery."

However, Mousse rolled her eyes. It was better not to tell her such meaningless things. She didn't care about business knowledge or not.

He just suddenly stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed a halfling thief who was walking past Wendlow.

Really, this halfling almost put his hand into Wendlow's backpack just now, didn't he notice it? Human senses.

As for the halfling thief who was subdued by him, it was difficult to deal with him. After all, Nuln was a human city, and rash killing would inevitably cause trouble.

He could only lift the half-orc with one hand, then threw him hard toward the side of the road, causing him to crash into a trash can. He then continued to follow Windlow, while looking left and right, observing the human city.

After walking through the dirty streets that smelled of all kinds of stench, we finally arrived at the slum market in the city of Nuln.

All pottery can be sold here at a high price of 600 copper coins, but Windlo, who has experience in business, certainly knows that the goods in his hands can be more valuable.

The pottery of Altdorf is not something that ordinary civilians can use. If this pottery is taken a few steps to the citizen market in Nuln, it can be sold at a sky-high price of 800 copper coins, or 8 silver coins.

After gathering the market information, just as Windlow was about to leave the market with his backpack on his back, three men who looked like thugs quickly surrounded him.

"Give me money, transaction tax."

“But I don’t trade in this market!”

"We don't care about that. This market has its own rules. 20 copper coins, not a single one can be less, otherwise."

The three thugs threatened while hitting the ground hard with the wooden sticks in their hands.