Dark Demon Warlock

"What's for lunch today?" Art asked himself, not caring about Jim Thomson's teasing.

"It's still the seafood hot pot you invented." Jim Thomson replied.

The development of science and technology in this world is mainly concentrated in the military field, and has not yet benefited the people's livelihood. That's why there are phenomena where the basic living conditions are poor despite the advanced technology.

However, with the stability of the old continent's political structure and the gradual rise of business trends, this thinking has begun to change.

Street lights, buses, etc. have only become popular in recent years.

The military business is also influenced by this trend of thought.

Of course, the more important thing is to reduce the financial burden.

Different from the rough and simple way of doing business in most of the army, Moore Lane is still quite disciplined. There are three main sources of income, one is to collect security fees from the Pudera City Government, businesses and gang organizations, one is to rent out warehouses, and one is It is to seize the illegal goods and sell them again.

The various gang organizations that live on the pier, such as the Red Scorpion Gang, have to pay security fees to the Navy.

Therefore, the navy under Moore Lane's treatment is very good, and even has its own special restaurant.

It's a pity that the chef's level is really mediocre, back and forth it's all about stew, stew, stew, and sashimi.

When Art was here, he asked Jim Thomson to help him collect a lot of spices.

I have done seafood hot pot several times.

Unexpectedly, it became very popular in the military camp, and now it has become the signature dish of restaurants.

The key is delicious and cheap!

So, despite Jim Thomson's grumbles, Art was always treated well.

I used someone else's secret recipe.

"One more!" Jim Thomson greeted the waiter without waiting for Art to speak.

"Then I won't be polite." Arthur said with a smile.

"I haven't seen you being polite." Jim Thomson complained.

"Don't worry, I brought you a gift this time!" Art said.

"Another bottle of Bernal!" Jim Thomson immediately turned around and added.

Bernal is a place name, but also a brand name of white wine, with a medium price, suitable for "petty bourgeoisie".

The wine is fruity green in color and has a refreshing taste. It is better to drink chilled and is suitable for accompaniment with meals.

After drinking and eating.

Jim Thomson watched Art wistfully.

It has been said for a long time that I will prepare a gift for him, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time.

At least not less than the value of the set of furniture he gave!

Empty-handed, on the contrary, it is even more exciting.

Art didn't give a damn, and directly took out a bundled belt from his pocket.

The belt is blue-gray, and it seems to be tanned from the skin of some kind of fish. With a simple metal buckle, it doesn't look very delicate.

Light Buckle of Strength (Normal), Durability 11~14, Defense 3, +1 Strength.

blue gear.

The quality and attributes of the equipment are not the key points, and he is reluctant to give away the equipment with too good attributes. The important thing is that it comes with 8 spaces!

Jim Thomson knew that he was a professional, and he also knew that he couldn't just give himself a nondescript belt without any disappointment on his face. After receiving it, he directly changed his own belt.

"Huh?" He was keenly aware that his strength had increased.

"Is this extraordinary equipment?" After carefully experiencing it, he looked at Yate without finding any other changes.

His vision is different from Dick Barry's, which doesn't seem like a surprise if it's just that.

"Yeah." Art nodded mysteriously.

Jim Thomson realized that the effect of this equipment would definitely not be as simple as a small increase in strength, so he started researching again.

Yate didn't say anything, obviously waiting for him to ask.

Although he doesn't mind, wouldn't it be better if he could find out by himself?

Men's desire to win and lose will always explode in such trivial matters.

After all, he has a lot of knowledge and knowledge, and he really discovered the 8-space space that comes with the belt.

There is no need to identify the master or other operations, as long as you wear the equipment, you can use the 8 grid space.

Space equipment?

Jim Thomson was shocked, and his eyes on Yate suddenly became extremely hot!

It's like when a money fan sees a gold mine, his eyeballs almost turn golden!

"Follow me!" He immediately took Art out of the hotel.

This level of equipment is certainly not suitable for public discussion.

Go straight to his dormitory.

After closing the door and drawing the curtains, he lowered his voice and asked, "Spatial equipment?"

For a while, he actually had a tendency to want to develop a personal relationship with Yate!

The normal kind.

This person is so generous to friends of interests, what if he is a close relative or friend?

"You think too much." Yate said while looking at his dormitory, "If it is really space equipment, I would be reluctant to give it to you."

"Huh——" Although he was a little disappointed, Jim Thomson heaved a sigh of relief.

If it was really space equipment, he would definitely hand it in, and Moore Ryan would definitely not return it to him.

Even if he pays it back, he can't take it.

"That's it?" He didn't think Art didn't know about the 8 spaces.

"The Extraordinary Belt has the effect of slightly increasing strength and defense. It comes with 8 spaces, but it can only be used to store potions. In addition, it has durability, so save it." Art explained.

"Durability? Can it be repaired?" Jim Thomson's first reaction was exactly the same as Dick Barry's.

"I won't." Arthur shook his head.

"Can any potion be used?" Jim Thomson continued to ask with a look of regret.

"I don't know, you can try it yourself." Yate has never been exposed to the extraordinary potion of this world.

Jim Thomson looked at him speechlessly.

What you said can be used to store potions, why do you keep asking three questions?

"My potion can do it." Art took out a bottle of mild healing potion.

A glass bottle, slightly larger than your thumb, filled with a red liquid.

"Slight healing potion, which can be used to restore a small amount of life." He introduced it before he could open his mouth.

"Can it be used to restore life?" Jim Thomson's eyes lit up again.

A small amount of life is still life, and those that can continue to live are good things!

Art nodded and handed it to him.

After Jim Thomson took it carefully, he finally asked, "You made it?"

He's not like Dick Barry.

The latter, though curious, wisely asked nothing.

And he cared more about the source than these two extraordinary items.

If it was made by Art, even if it was just one of them, he would immediately take Art to see Major Lane.

"Not me." Arthur shook his head.

"That's it?" Jim Thomson was not surprised, but asked unwillingly.

"Devil." Art looked at him and smiled.

I have already thought about this explanation, after all, the equipment style he took out is completely different from this world.

Who can ask the devil for proof?

Jim Thomson's hand trembled slightly, almost throwing out the medicine in his hand, so scared that he hurriedly grabbed it.

The reputation of the devil is evident.