Otherworldly Lord

A new thing happened in the Bright Continent recently. In cities of many countries, two shops with strange names appeared overnight.A "department store", a "Xinhua store".

Aside from the strange name of the store, the store sells a variety of things, almost everything you can think of is here.Ordinary grains, furs, mountain products, ores specialized by dwarves, and even luxury sugar and wine have been put on the shelves.

In some shops, some toy-like weapon models are ingeniously placed on the shelves. If you meet someone who knows the goods, it is not just a toy business.

Many people walked in curiously, and when they came out, there was no coin left in their pockets, and all of them were replaced by products in the store.Even so, they also feel that they have taken advantage of it.

If it's just that the variety of goods is great and the prices are affordable, it's not surprising that there are gnomes and goblins working in these shops!

In the past, the loathsome goblins and cowardly gnomes all wore uniform clothing and received customers with smiles on their faces. There would always be one or two people wearing black cloaks or green clothes beside them.The clothes on these people are of strange styles, but they are very straight. The belts around their waists and the boots on their feet make them look heroic and often attract envious eyes.Some young girls walked around the store without buying much, and their eyes were only on these tall and strong men, almost reluctant to leave.

Many people want to know who is the mastermind behind these shops, but no matter how they try, the guys in the shops, including goblins and gnomes, will always only have two sentences besides introducing and selling products: "Hi, welcome !", "Thank you, welcome to come again next time!"

After coming down a few times, except to find out that these shops are related to the dwarven caravan, don't even think about the rest.

Garland has become familiar with these temptations, and sometimes can make a few good deals.Rhodes was a novice on the road. After experiencing the initial confusion, he gradually corrected his mentality and adopted more effective coping methods.

"No matter who or what status the person walked in, if we didn't take gold coins out of their pockets, it would be our dereliction of duty!"

After the daily business, goblins and gnomes from Greeland would sit in rows with small benches, holding pamphlets to summarize the work of the day.At first, Garland and the folks in the Rhodes caravan didn't take it seriously. Gradually, they found that these guys always sold more goods than themselves, and no matter how tricky the customers were, they couldn't get them Cheap.When purchasing local specialties, all the things that passed through the hands of goblins and gnomes were sorted and placed together.The same dry goods and furs, after simple treatment, seem to be worth much more than the ones they bought.

After a while, the guys in the shop couldn't help but ask. The goblin and gnome didn't hide anything, and told them directly, "This is the packaging."

"Package?"

"Yes!" Several goblins piled up the prepared furs and patted them together, "Packaging is very important!"

"What about tricky and difficult guests? You seem to handle it well every time."

"Well..." The goblin began to hesitate, the packaging is visible to the eyes, there is no need to hide it, but this question has already involved the contents of the "Red Book", tell outsiders, okay?

The buddy also seemed to know that it was inappropriate to ask such a question, he rubbed his head and smiled awkwardly.

The dwarf who was keeping accounts at the side saw it, and came over to pat the goblin, "The lord and their caravan are partners, so it shouldn't matter if you reveal something."

"Really?"

"En. We run this shop independently, and they just come to help for a few days and teach them a little bit, which is considered as a reward."

As the dwarf spoke, he winked at the goblin.

Sometimes, the more you can't get something, the more curious you are.Instead of letting them have some bad thoughts, it is better to tell them some tips.Originally, humans didn't like goblins very much, and they didn't think highly of dwarfs. Garland and Rhodes accepted them, but it didn't mean that these guys were willing to work with them.It is also necessary to give them some favors occasionally.The lord said that profit is the most touching thing.

"OK then."

The goblin took the questioning buddy to the side to impart experience. The dwarf picked up the pen again and began to calculate the income and expenditure and profits of the past week. It's Greenland's "specialty" business.Song Mo's most promising piece of ammunition is still just a small business. After all, the store has just started operating, and it is difficult to get real big customers to visit.Others, including sugar, wine, and some snacks and biscuits that are durable and tasty, are selling well.Foods made from potatoes and corn are also very popular.

"Should I suggest to the lord to increase the sales of this kind of goods?"

The dwarf counted the last figure and closed the ledger.The goblin also sent away the fellow with a smile on his face, as if he had received a huge benefit.

"How's your income today?"

The goblin moved a small stool and sat next to the dwarf. Besides them, there was also a demon who always wore a black cloak, but that guy often disappeared.The goblin and the dwarf wrote this matter in their monthly work report and handed it over to Song Mo.

The lord said that if you leave your post without authorization, steal and play tricks, your salary will be deducted!

It seems that these demons don't have any salary?Who cares, if there is no salary deduction, the food will be deducted!Anyway, they can't be allowed to continue to be lazy.Goblins and dwarves are Song Mo's loyal fans. In their eyes, the behavior of the demons who only eat and don't work, and often deserts, is absolutely unforgivable!

After Song Mo received the report from the dwarves and goblins, he sent more than a dozen men to the shop to help, but he didn't say a word about the fact that the demons always disappeared.He had known for a long time that the main purpose of Reese summoning these fifty demons was definitely not to serve as thugs and bodyguards for his shop, "However, it is very annoying to use it so clearly..."

Song Mo threw the report aside, clasped his hands behind his head, leaned on the back of the chair, put his legs carelessly on the table, biting the pen, and the feather on the pen was shaking up and down.

Old John walked in and saw just such a scene.I couldn't help but frowned, "My lord, image!"

Even knowing that it is useless for him to say it a hundred times, the dedicated butler still reminded Song Mo that as a lord, sitting like this is simply too... aristocratic, the butler no longer expects it, but at least be prudent some?

"Ah, butler, you are here!"

Song Mo quickly took his legs off the table and sat upright, his movements were as quick as rehearsing hundreds of times.

"My lord, your dessert."

Old John put the snacks and hot drinks in the tray on the table in front of Song Moman one by one.

The sweet taste of the cake constantly stimulated Song Mo's taste buds, he forked a piece into his mouth, and squinted his eyes in happiness.This is the happy life of the feudal bourgeoisie!Thinking back to the days when he was wearing black bread all day long when he was just here, and looking at it now, Lord Song felt that he was indeed the domineering protagonist!

Of course, it would be even better if there were no one or two mountains that were always pressing on my head.

"Jobis wrote again. The pastries in the store are sold out and we need to buy more." The cakes and biscuits made to satisfy his appetite have become the best-selling items in the store. Song Mo did not think of it before. Handing the goblin's report to the butler, Old John, as the chief financial officer of the lord's mansion, Song Mo did not shy away from discussing business matters with him.

Old John read Jobis' report at a glance, thought for a while, and said, "There is not much wheat in stock."

"I know." Song Mo nodded, "I have already written to Cyvans, and he promised me to send a batch of wheat. In return, the potatoes and corn sold to the Northwest Province will be sold in quantity and price. Make some adjustments."

Cyvans also learned to be shrewd.

Song Mo curled his lips in dissatisfaction, if it wasn't for the group of big birds occupying his wheat field, why would he need to buy wheat with Sai Wansi?

"What are you going to do, agree to the Governor's conditions?"

"Well," Song Mo clasped his hands and propped his chin, "It's only once or twice, it's okay to promise him."

Song Mo is determined to open up another wheat field. Anyway, there are skeletons around, so arable land is not a problem.The point is, we can no longer let those shameless big birds take over.

How to do?

Plant a circle of sugar cane around the field?Or corn, or just potatoes?But doing so would also hurt the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred.These guys go berserk, but they don't know who they are.

Or, skinny beast?

It is estimated that it is also giving rations to those big birds.Don't look at the Pipi Beast's ability to stand still with a kitchen knife on its body, but when it comes to those guys with sharp teeth and mouths that are comparable to moas, they can only wait to be slaughtered.

"It's troublesome..." Song Mo didn't want to be choked up like this. Although he won't really lose anything, it's annoying.

At this moment, the maid Annie's voice suddenly came from outside the door, "My lord, it's not good, something happened!"

"What happened?"

Old John walked over, opened the door, and saw Annie running panting while holding up her skirt, shouting, "It's time to fight!"

Song Mo's attention was first attracted by the pair of lively little white rabbits on Annie's chest, and then he frowned when he heard Annie's words, and started fighting?Could it be the group of Sabisen sent by Rhodes?

"My lord, those Sabisen people have vowed to change their minds and start a new life." Old John said confidently: "They absolutely dare not do such behaviors that disturb the law and order of the territory."

When Old John said these words, Song Mo couldn't help shivering.

Think about what kind of life those Sabisen lived under the hands of their butler?As the saying goes, the education of whips and candies, but the housekeeper swung his whip and slapped the engineer shovel dozens of times, but the candies didn't even see a shadow.

If Old John hadn't said that he was "training" the labor force, Song Mo would 100% believe that his butler was contributing to the military training of Greeland.These more than [-] Sabisen people, after walking out of Old John's training camp, smashed boulders in their chests and chopped bricks with their bare hands. They are all small cases. They don't wear armor, knives and axes, and they don't even frown!Enough to despise the SEALs of Uncle Sam, despise the red beret whose neck is thicker than the thigh!A whole battalion of elite soldiers!

However, these special soldiers are now honestly undergoing labor reform in the farmland of Gerryland. According to the words of the housekeeper Old John: "They are now the loyal dogs of the lord. Whoever bites whoever! It bleeds in one bite, and you will never show mercy!"

Song Mo had a sudden realization, and warmly held the butler's hand with eyes full of enthusiasm. Sure enough, the butler is my confidant!My meal ticket!The most solid support in my life!

The housekeeper shook his head calmly, did you know?

If it wasn't these Sabisons who were at fault, who could it be?

"It's the rice you planted!"

rice?

Hearing Annie mention his current sweetheart, Song Mo immediately ran out like a gust of wind, and before he could reach the edge of the field, he heard bursts of crackling sounds from afar, which made his heart skip a beat. The whole person was dumbfounded.

In the rice fields, the golden ears of rice are swaying in the wind, and in the corn fields, the full corn cobs are waiting.

The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere, as if there was about to be lightning and thunder, and a torrential rain.

The next moment, a piece of golden smoke rose above the rice field. Looking carefully, it was clearly an army composed of grains of rice, and the corn showed no sign of weakness. The leaves wrapped around the cobs opened instantly, revealing spikes like steel needles. Corn kernels like Gundam!

The war is about to start!

The arrival of Song Mo seems to have sent a signal for this war. Immediately, the corn and rice covering the sky and the sun slammed into each other. Amidst the crackling sound, soldiers who were "killed" fell to the ground, exploded, and became Grains of snow-white popcorn and cornflowers are heroic!

Song Mo blinked and opened his mouth. When people fight, they can be persuaded. When people fight with plants, there are ways to fight. But when rice and corn fight, what should we do?

persuade?

Who listens to him?

Violent suppression?

Didn't Elter with a turtle shell get sprayed with rice flowers all over his face?

Looking at the rice and corn that had already been thrashed to the brim, Song Dalord was so regretful that his intestines turned green.How stupid he is, really, if he knew, he shouldn't have planted rice next to corn!But how did he know that rice and corn would fight?Don't potatoes and corn get along just fine?

It's too late to regret now, for the present plan, we can only try to remedy it.There was already a thick layer of rice crackers on the ground, it was all food, it was all money!

Song Mo immediately summoned his men, made dozens of big bags, bent them into circles with wire, and tied them to sticks, "Listen to my orders, and use bags to cover where the best beatings are, these cloths are strong, The armor on everyone's body can't even be cut with an epee, so the chance of being injured is very low!"

In order to save his food and his gold coins, Lord Song put on his whole body, took the lead, and led the men to stiffen their necks together!

So, more than 30 men, armed from the top of their heads to their toes, carried sticks, followed behind the lord, and rushed to the battlefield with a fearless spirit!

The setting sun dyed their backs with tragic colors, and the Grelanders waved their handkerchiefs behind them, shedding hot tears, against the rice and corn flying all over the sky, and sighed from the bottom of their hearts: "This is the true blood of iron and blood." Man, pure man!"