Knight of the Light

Harmony village, warehouse area.

There was a shimmer of light in the warehouse illuminated by the torches, and a dim round of portals was taking shape. Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the portal, waiting for the arrival of the last batch of trading materials.

In the mind of the teenager, the succubus is chuckling, "Dear, thank you for the green crystal you provided, and I wish you a good dream tonight. I also look forward to sending you more and better soul crystals next time. Everything will be met. "

The laughter was ridiculous and chattering.

Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, and after a large number of daily necessities such as pots, pans, pots and pans had been launched in the service industry, he found that he had greatly underestimated the complexity of the matter. It ’s not like eating and drinking can help the big spenders.

Building a house is simple and can be done as long as human and material resources are sufficient. It is really annoying to train a group of catering service personnel. There is nothing in the Black Forest, and local procurement and manufacturing are particularly expensive. It is better to get the succubus.

Rubio, Seth, Hilly, Old Borg, Inessa, a bunch of people are having headaches for all kinds of new things. Zhou Qingfeng's emergency training class has never stopped, but the ultimate solution is to spend money to hire a group of skilled workers from the cold wind city.

"The only good news now is that our goods cost is low and the funds are returned quickly." After the news of Zhou Qingfeng comforting himself in the elf's ruins spread, the whole North was a sensation.

There is no convenient information and media in the other world, but the popularity of this matter is as long as you go to the pubs in the village that have not been fully built.

In just one month, more than two hundred adventurers ran from Cold Wind City and rushed to the elven ruins occupied by the Maglu tribe.

Adventurers are rich and poor. Those who are poor take the knife directly into the forest to fight for their lives. Generally, it is difficult to live alive again, and it is calculated that there will be no gain. The rich made every effort to form a team, raise staff and supplies as much as possible, and act collectively.

Whether rich or poor, the only Harmony Village in the Black Forest that can entertain adventurers is Zhou Qingfeng. Eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping must rely on him to solve the problem, which has brought a lot of passenger flow to the village under construction and also brought huge benefits.

A pound of ground wheat requires only two or three copper coins in the grain-producing south. But in the north, the price has to be multiplied by ten. If it is to be transported to the remote Black Forest, the price will increase.

Zhou Qingfeng used the power of the succubus to transfer a large amount of food. The price of a pound of wheat flour was five copper coins. The demon was born with a casting ability. As a businessman, the succubus Maidais was even better at it. Please send it, and the price is cheap.

Just changing hands to sell flour is enough for Zhou Qingfeng to make a big profit. Using his cheap food, he not only controlled the lifeblood of human settlements in the Black Forest, but also provided rich food for adventurers who came here to get rich.

This is Zhou Qingfeng's incomparable advantage.

Even if someone understood how Zhou Qingfeng did it, there was no way to grab business with him. After all, high-quality soul crystals are too rare and precious in the world of swords and magic. From the perspective of Inessa, Zhou Qingfeng's exchange of soul crystals for food is definitely a big loss.

But Zhou Qingfeng is not without trouble. He not only needs food, he also needs salt, grease, vegetables, paper, candles, and various daily necessities. These things are not produced at all in the Black Forest and can only be relied on for transportation.

However, the supply is not endless.

On the contrary, grain production in the other world is very low. Any commodity is produced by handicraft industry, with poor efficiency and unstable quality.

Zhou Qingfeng bought up all the stored grain in a city in the south. Although the succubus promised to give him another place to make food, there was an upper limit on the total amount.

Feed at least two thousand people.

If we want to develop, we can only do so on the basis of such a small population.

Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the warehouse and said Rubio, who was waiting outside, "the grain is in it, please take inventory."

The old adulterer pointed at the warehouse with a smile. He said cheerfully: "Master, you are so great. With such means to get food, no one in the Black Forest is definitely your opponent."

"The Black Forest is too small and too biased. I just want to continue to grow based on this. I will definitely go elsewhere in the future. But I can only support a maximum of 2,000 people now. This includes at least five or six hundred foreign adventurers. "

"In fact, if the per capita ration quota is lowered, we can feed 3,000 people."

"Is raising 3,000 thin wastes?" Zhou Qingfeng stopped Rubio in one sentence. "Two thousand is two thousand. Make some money first. I hope there will be no trouble during this time."

When it came to trouble, Rubio had to cough, reminding him, "Master, Mr. Tambos is back."

"Oh, his adventure with his teacher is over? How is it?"

"It's terrible. Many people died. Only six came back. His teacher, Fablo, also lived in our village. He said he wanted to see you. Some things can't be avoided. There are greedy people We will come to us if we don't provoke them.

Fortunately, you did not go directly to Cold Wind City. When we go there, we will have no room for resistance. Those greedy dignitaries will want to smell monsters of blood, no matter what you do, they will be swallowed. "

Rubio's words made Zhou Qingfeng feel heavy. He stared silently at the night sky, and could appreciate the ruthlessness and cold blood of this world, ‘weak flesh and strong food’. There is only one way to solve this problem, and that is to become stronger.

In his mind, the evil **** Cyric said, "Boy, maybe we can help each other."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and his vigilance sprang up.

Sirek went on to say: "We hate and guard each other. It's not good for anyone. It's better to step back. I gather my believers to support you, and you allow them to build a church in the village.

I have recovered some strength recently and have been able to contact the believers in Cold Wind City. I plan to pick a voter out of it. This may not be enough to get rid of all your troubles, but it can give you some buffer time.

I know you don't trust me, and there should be other ways to solve the current trouble, but why not add more chips and insurance? Let's take a longer-term struggle between us. "

Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a moment and asked, "Xirick, you can do this secretly, why tell me? Can I stop you from building an underground church?"

"But I don't want underground churches. I want open churches. I don't want you to intervene in them. I also need to give believers a stable place to stay," explained Cyric.

Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a while and said, "I promise you, but I have the conditions. First, your church must not exceed twenty people. Second, your church is not allowed to develop believers on my site. Third , I have the right to let your people go. "

"The deal." Cyric promised happily.

After fighting for a long time, one person and one spirit finally cooperated again.

Just one day later, a petite girl wearing tight leather clothes and a whip around her waist rode in a carriage to Harmony Village. She reached out to Zhou Qingfeng with a big grin, and opened the door and shouted, "Hey, you are Victor Hugo? My lord asked me to serve you."

The girl with a bulge and a bulge also has a height of about one meter and five meters, but she is small and small, but she is curvy. Some should have it, or it is over the standard configuration.

But she slammed her whip, and shouted playfully and proudly: "But I don't like to serve the weak. Or should we be stronger than anyone else? If you lose, then you will serve Ben's Queen. "

Looking at the little girl's innocent and cute baby face, Zhou Qingfeng asked seriously, "Xerek, are you kidding me? This is your voter? This is a neurosis."

The God of Murder did not speak for a long time, and it took me a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Be patient, this is the only thing I can call now."