Octopus Online Feeding Guide

This idea has been hovering in Richel's mind, gradually growing into a greedy poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity to move.

He thought for a few days, but still had no idea.

When Adrian entered the room, Richel was sitting on the floor counting money.

"Counting every day, why don't you feel tired?" He stretched his arms and legs to the ground, lowered his body, and picked up the silver coins that fell on the floor.

He was a little curious why many races were so obsessed with it.

"I'm going to count all the deposits I've made for so long today. You stay aside and don't bother me to make the count messy."

With two pots circling around his legs, Richer counted the money from one into the other, and after counting one pot, moved out another pot.

After he ordered them all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, covered the mouth of the jar happily, and asked mysteriously, "Guess how much money we have saved in total now?"

"I have no idea." The denominations of coins vary from big to small, and there is no way to judge based on the volume of a few clay pots.

Richel leaned his head closer, leaned against his ear and said, "More than 370 gold coins."

That is more than 37 silver coins and more than [-] copper coins.

Among them, the vast majority is the money earned from selling maltose.

He touched the jar preciously, and babbled: "I didn't expect that I would make so much money in just a short time. I really admire myself."

"Walk around a certain manor in the city, and there is a room full of gold coins in the basement." Adrian said lightly.

"Don't talk." Richel's self-confidence was hit.

"Do you want it? I'll bring it to you, and it won't be discovered."

Adrian tempts him on the edge of the moral bottom line all the time.

"It's someone else's." Richel rolled his eyes and threw it at him, "Your behavior is called stealing."

"Then I'll ask them for it."

"This is called robbery, threats, extortion, ill-gotten gains, and will be despised."

"I know, but why should I care what they think." Adrian said indifferently, "Will you despise me?"

"meeting."

"Oh, that's fine."

"Can you think of something that ordinary people can do?"

"for example?"

"Help me put the jar in the closet." Richel instructed him to do the coolie.

The octopus' arms and legs easily lifted those heavy clay pots and put them into the wardrobe.

"Nobles are really rich. They don't blink their eyes on a table of five silver coins. They also have breakfast. They eat it all morning. The second to fourth floors are almost full. It's only been more than a month, and it's more than half a year before the winter. A lot." Richel sighed.

"Can I eat meat?" Adrian asked expectantly.

"Of course, you can buy a lot of meat in the future, and you can make whatever you want." Richel said, "Xiao Hei has already drawn up a cooperation agreement between Eddie and the other two ranchers, and is going to order a large amount of poultry and meat." Adult pig."

"Sure enough, it's different when you have money." Adrian remembered the silver coins he had collected before. A whole mirror and half a jar were worth almost half a gold coin.

"Honey, can you give me the money I saved before." Octopus smiled flatteringly.

"I haven't asked you yet, what do you want the money for?" Richel just remembered, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I don't usually see that you need to spend money."

"Occasionally, I always do something to show my identity as the lord of the ocean."

"Why didn't you have this trouble when you weren't with me before?"

"At that time, as soon as I stretched my feet, they obediently sent them up. After being with you, I am determined to be a good devil and stop bullying them."

Richel: "Who encouraged me to use the stolen money before, and said to 'have a good chat' with the Bishop and Judge of Reston Abbey."

"It's just a matter of collapse in the end, it's not a big problem."

Richel didn't bother with him, and took out some of the change from the jar and put it into the purse, "Come on, it's rare that there are no customers today, let's go shopping and buy you something that bears the name of the Lord of the Ocean."

Adrian was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I don't lack anything."

"Go or not, I'll go." Richel stood by the door and looked at him.

The octopus chased after it with its eight legs dancing.

Walking along the rows of regular houses in Reston, the further you go, the more dignified the people live.The only place in the city that can compare with the palace where the monarch of the human empire lives is the seat of the Holy See.

When seeing it for the first time, there are only exclamations such as "magnificent" and "exquisite" left in my mind.

Numerous tall and thin towers form rows of smooth vertical lines, with stretched flying buttresses on both sides.

Walking in the corridor composed of slender and high arc arches, the stained glass with red, blue and green as the main color sets off the interior beautifully. In the smoke of sandalwood, the pure and immature children's hymn in the lobby slowly echoes.

Wearing a golden embroidered robe, the pope prayed peacefully in the side hall, and the medal of the sun hanging on his chest shone brightly in the candlelight during the day.

A young man walked in.

He has gray hair, wearing a thin white shirt on his upper body, brand new leather trousers wrapping his slender and straight legs, the tight belt outlines his lean figure, his hands are folded behind him, and the crisp touch of brown high boots The ground voice finally drops the last syllable behind the pope.

"I'm curious what else you can't solve now."

"The Lord mercifully gave me strength, but I retreated weakly." The Pope slowly opened his eyes, "Isaac, you are right, that person is unknown."

His face was peaceful and calm, but the right half of his face was already distorted and blackened, and in some places, eerie white bones with cracks could even be seen.

Isaac recognized that it was the trace of the devil.

The Pope is not far from death.

The great magician moved his hands behind his back, but in the end he still didn't tell the truth, and instead asked, "Have you seen that dark elf?"

Anger finally appeared on the pope's face, "He stood side by side with sin and brought an unprecedented test to the people of Reston."

"I've heard that there's been a wave of people eating breakfast in the city recently." Isaac said with a smile, "Even some people in the palace are preparing breakfast."

"Did you eat?"

"Is there any reason for me not to eat?" He said with great ease, "Would my sin be made worse by eating an extra breakfast?"

"The Lord teaches us that to overindulge our appetites, to seek pleasure, to overeat, is to swallow rats and toads."

"God has never been with me, and I believe He has never stood with most people." Isaac stretched out his left hand behind his back, and in his palm, a hot orange-red flame was burning, "Only it, give Human power, to help everyone escape from all suffering."

The pope lowered his slack eyelids, noncommittal.

Only this person can stand here and say such words to the Pope.

"The matter of breakfast must be calmed down no matter what, and the culprit must be taken away."

There are already people below who want to use this matter to challenge his authority.

A smirk crept across Isaac's thin face.

"Don't worry, I've ordered you to go on." His dark gray eyes were like bright beads covered with a layer of dust, even the flames in his hands couldn't penetrate.

"The person who protected him was seriously injured by me. He won't be rampant for long."

The corners of the pope's mouth slowly stretched to the sides, and his thin smile melted away in the holy light.

They always have differences because of the ideas in their hearts, but they always help each other at critical moments.

Not a friend, but more trustworthy than a friend.

Richel unloaded the large and small piles of goods from the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw the Bishop of Liberty City sitting by the window in the corner of the lobby.

"Master Bishop, you are back." He put down his things and greeted him sitting opposite him.

"How are you thinking?"

Richel sighed and said with a smile, "I have no reason to refuse."

The bishop laughed too.

"But I still want to say no."

His smile faltered slightly.

"I want to know why."

"At the end of winter, I experienced a life-and-death test." Richel said, "I live in this world, and the ultimate goal of pursuing money is to have a happy and fulfilling life. After that incident, I suddenly recalled that I I have already got the life I have always wanted, so what is the purpose of desperately getting involved in troublesome disputes?"

He has never been looking for great wealth, but he just wants to have a family, a career he loves, and a few friends.

He has it all.

It is of course the best if the restaurant business can be made more prosperous.But there is no way, so let's go on like this according to the current scale, he is not suitable for intrigue.

The bishop asked him again, "Are you sure you want to reject me?"

"I'm sure." Richel said firmly, "I used to think that I was a good person, but in the end I committed the most despicable crimes. I used to think that I would be indignant because others ruined my good intentions, and feel sad and indignant because I am weak like an ant I hate this world, but in the end, because of one person, I pulled my precarious soul back from the darkness."

"Now, I am no longer confused."

The bishop's eyes were calm, and he suddenly stretched out his hand across the table, lovingly stroking the soft black hair of the person opposite him.

People under the sun, even the disgusting black is shining with enviable light.

"What a pity." He withdrew his hand and stood up. "From now on, I will stand on the opposite side of you. Your behavior is challenging the authority of the Holy See for thousands of years."

"I'll be there anytime." Richel still had a smile on his face, watching him walk out of the restaurant.

He followed the people going away, and moved his eyes to the octopus carrying goods by the gate.

Adrian is the confidence that he can act arbitrarily in this world and do what he wants to do.

"Everyone come here, I bought a lot of things today, hurry up and get them." Richel shouted to the people in the backyard and upstairs to come down.

"Lesney, I bought you a black cloak." He took out a few wrinkled ones, shook them out, and flattened them clumsily. "You can wear them later."

"Xiao Hei also has clothes—I don't know if they fit or not, they come according to Adrian's size. There are also quills, ink, paper, handkerchiefs you want..." Richel took out a bunch of things.

"Jacob's toy."

"Didn't you prepare it for me?" The blood clan was a little sad, looking enviously at the huge wooden model assembled in Cyclops' hands.

"Of course there is," Richel said, giving him a toy carriage.

Hayle raised the corner of his mouth, "That's reasonable, although I don't care for a cheap toy carriage."

"Also, Chelsea's feather fan, Chelsea, can this meet your requirements?" Richer looked at it with his straight male aesthetics, the colorful colors looked very good.

"Chelsea?" He wondered, "Where is she? Sleeping in the room?"

Lesney put on a new cloak for himself, and went upstairs looking for someone with a scythe on his shoulder.

In the gorgeous palace, Isaac came out from the inner hall.

"Dear great magician, the person you want has been brought."

Several men came in and put down the sack they were carrying, and just as they untied it, a woman fell out of it.

Before the person could stand still, with the sack as the center, circles of black ripples vibrated, flying sand and stones in an instant.

"Damn it! Which son of a bitch has the guts to plot against my old lady, I'm going to press his head in a shithole to recognize relatives!"

Layers of lace lining fell out of the gorgeous blue tutu skirt on her body, and Chelsea wore a head of disheveled hair, shaking her dizzy head, and cursing wildly.