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The city of Nuln is the largest industrial city in the entire human empire, relying on the Reik River for shipping and water, as well as the iron mines of the city of Dautenbach and the highly qualified local talents of the city of Nuln.

The various industrial products produced here supply the vast majority of the market share in the entire empire.

Not only is the transportation here excellent, but the products here are also of high quality.

Any industrial product produced by Nuln can be sold for a good price anywhere, even in Bretonnia.

Five silver coins were thrown out of Windlow's hand, and then several fine Nuln steel ingots entered his backpack.

Mousse also picked up the iron ingots and smelled them, although the elves could not judge the quality of metal by sense of smell like the dwarves.

But he can also easily judge the quality of metal. In addition, as a Lord of Fear, he naturally has experience in the quality of equipment materials.

The benefits of Nuln's industrial products were immediately apparent; steel of this quality was indeed a good material that could be used to create armor that rivaled that of the Dark Elves.

Then Mousse sniffed Wendlow again. Good, he was already tainted with his own scent.

At the same time, as the Lord of Terror, under the influence of Windlow, he certainly understood the importance of investment.

She stretched out her hand, holding all the coins she had saved.

Dark elves rarely have the habit of saving, and generally only have money that they have not spent.

After seeing the right opportunity, the dark elves will act decisively. A race that does not know the consequences of life and death will not keep money in their bags.

After taking out all his savings, Windlow had no choice but to take it and exchange all the coins for Nuln Steel. The weight of these large and small bags was not low.

If they were placed on Mousse's shoulders, she would at most gasp for breath, and then would be exhausted after carrying all these things and walking for a whole day.

But for Windlow, these things were too heavy. Not to mention carrying them, it was already very impressive that he could lift all of them.

Fortunately, I had experience last night and knew how to make a cart.

Right next to the market, he picked up unwanted wood and slowly made it into a very good cart. The tires were reinforced with iron sheets and cloth was stuffed inside to reduce vibration.

And with four wheels in total, it is not difficult to push and drive the scooter on either the stone roads in the city or the dirt roads in the countryside.

The only limitation is the inability to pass through muddy roads and shallow water.

All the big and small bags of things were loaded onto the cart by Windlow, including his and Mousse's daily necessities.

The sun had already risen to its highest point over the city of Nuln. Business on the streets was booming, and people of all kinds were walking on the roads.

Windlow also prepared everything he needed. With a push of his hands, he pushed his cart out of the empire's largest industrial city and entered the suburbs of Wissen County.

According to the information obtained from the market, just by transporting this steel to Ivy Territory, it can be exchanged for considerable wealth.

The biggest problem now is not the distance from Wishen Territory to Ivy Territory. If you follow the road, you can reach Ivy Territory in no more than three weeks.

For Wendlow, the biggest problem now is mousse.

As soon as the guy got out of the city, he jumped onto a cart and sat on the pile of steel.

Pushing this cart is difficult enough, and now with the addition of a dark elf dreadlord, the difficulty has increased by several levels.

Mousse, on the other hand, smiled, spread his legs facing Windlow, and then crossed his legs.

"I'm doing this for your own good, human. With your physical fitness, if nothing else, a dwarf can run faster than you, a goblin can jump higher than you, and a halfling can box with you."

Mousse's words made sense. As the Dark Elf Lord of Terror, he did have such vision.

For someone like Windlow, who never had enough food to eat in childhood and had no physical exercise, let alone the Imperial Provincial Army, being able to join the Free Militia was considered a good relationship with the captain.

In fact, Mousse didn't like riding in this kind of cart. The Lord of Fear either had to walk or ride a cold lizard. If he could ride a black dragon, it would be the lifelong pursuit of all dark elves.

It wasn't really that Mousse was lazy and stayed on the cart, but she knew that Wendlow's physical strength needed to be exercised.

As for exercise, it is always boring and painful.

It took Windlow a whole afternoon to push the cart out of the outskirts of Nuln City and into the wilderness.

Then he sat down on the ground, sweating profusely, and shook his hands to indicate that he could never stand up again.

"You were so terrible last night, so terrible, my calves are still weak now."

Mousse shook his head. He was about to praise him for his good performance last night, but now he just lay down.

Of course, the dark elves have ten thousand ways to make the fallen slaves stand up and continue working until all their energy is exhausted.

At the same time, Mousse also knew that Windlow was indeed exhausted.

"Then let's take a break now. You cook and set up camp. I'll walk around and see if it's safe here."

It was impossible to get the Dark Elves to work, a race that knew little about anything except fighting and killing.

Exhausted, Windlow could only support himself with his hands on the ground, forcing himself to stand up again and take out the things needed for camping from the cart.

A thick waterproof cloth, then pick up two relatively sturdy woods nearby, put the cloth on it, and then take out a small hammer to fix the four corners of the cloth to the ground.

A simple tent was set up, and then two sleeping bags were spread out and we could go to sleep.

Wendlow felt that he could fall asleep as soon as he lay down. Just as he lay down in the sleeping bag, a pair of hands supported his head.

Mousse's face appeared in front of Windlo. The lavender elf pupils were indeed beautiful, but the pink lips uttered the words that Windlo least wanted to hear.

"Are you asleep? Now is not the time to rest."

"I'll cook later. I can't hold on any longer. I'm too tired."

Just as he was about to close his eyes, Mousse grabbed Windlow's shoulders and waist, and with a force, he actually helped him up who was about to lie down, and stood in the same place very properly.

"Listen to me first. I found something when I was patrolling the outskirts of the forest just now. It's an ancient puzzle."

Before Windlow could react, Mousse picked him up and rushed into the forest.

In a very hidden corner, there is a very flat square stone slab.

There are four areas horizontally and four areas vertically, for a total of sixteen areas.

Six of the areas are carved with small circles of different colors and numbers.

Similarly, there are small circles of different colors and quantities on the side.

At the bottom of the stone slab, there is a very ancient text.

"Tepoke never likes to say something twice."

If you can solve such an ancient mystery, you may be able to obtain a treasure of great value.