The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

It's autumn, and there's a bit of dryness brewing in the warm woods.

In an area in the woods that was shrouded by a soundproof barrier, Tabitha's face was flushed and her lips were slightly opened. The strange sounds in the woods made Mu Hua feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Boom~Boom~"

The tank-like multi-purpose tow truck smashed into pieces of rough wood. . .

The tree fell over, turning into debris before it fell to the ground. The dust filtering device can keep the air clear, but the rumbling noise still makes Mu Hua's brows jump.

Well, the woods behind the hotel are also private land under the hotel circle, and now they should also belong to Mu Hua in name.

A martial arts field and hangar are being built here, and the main force cleaning the site is the tow truck bought back by Tebitha.

A site five hundred meters long and wide, paved with sand.

With a multi-functional tow truck, the cleaning efficiency is very high even in a forested environment.

After clearing the required space for the martial arts arena and hangar, unless someone asks Tabitha to rent a car, the tow truck will probably be gathering dust in the hangar for a long time.

It's not like buying a farm machine with a subsidy. Mu Hua doesn't like this tow truck.

At this time, Tabitha and Mu Hua came to the construction site. Tabitha's excitement was not due to the efficiency of the tow truck. She had blown that thing several times.

With Mu Hua's cooperation, Tebitha stamped her spiritual mark on the constructed skeleton general in front of her.

The tall and fierce Skeleton General walked with heavy steps and stood beside Tebitha.

"You really created the undead construct. Do you really know how to transform bones?" Tabitha was a little excited, not only because she obtained the undead construct, but mainly because this undead construct was made by Mu Hua. .

What does this mean? This represents. . . Money~!

Well, Tebitha is not that otherworldly. The constructed skeleton general in front of her is all shining demon gold coins in Tebitha's eyes.

"Perfect form."

"There should be no problem with the structure."

"Skeletons, dead bones. Hmm...are these the bones of the real Skeleton General?"

"Have you been hunting the Skeleton General these past few days? With this level of matching, you can directly wipe out the soul of a Skeleton General?"

"Using the Soul of Bones? That's not right, the Soul of Bones can also cause physical damage."

After the excitement, Tabitha patted the skeleton general, and while commenting, she looked worried about gains and losses.

High-end goods. Tabitha judged based on her own experience that the skeleton general in front of her was definitely high-end goods.

Being able to make such a thing, Mu Hua is like a rooster that can lay golden eggs.

What kind of reserves, what kind of war preparation supplies, what kind of arms and equipment can make such a thing? Are those things still a problem?

Tabitha's beautiful eyes were shining with the light of gold coins.

"I refined the dead bones. If you want to make a fortune from this, forget it. The cost is too high and the price/performance ratio is not suitable." Mu Hua shook his head.

How could he not understand Tebitha's thoughts? These were all things he had thought about, but General Skeleton consumed a lot of ashes and soul fragments.

Moreover, the constructed undead did not grow, nor was it a summoned beast.

They cannot condense death energy, cannot repair their own damage, and do not have as strong a life-saving ability as normal undead. The only advantage is probably that they are not affected by the imprisonment of the undead.

But for a necromancer who has mastered derivative magic, the cost-effectiveness of constructing undead is really not high, and it is barely a substitute product when soul fragments are lacking.

"Is that so? Making low-level undead structures takes a lot of energy, so can you make Centipede Death Scythe?" Tebitha asked unwillingly.

The Centipede Death Scythe, like the Bone Scythe, is a relatively mature form of constructed undead. However, it is relatively large and looks like a centipede, so it is usually used in large-scale wars.

The cost is high, the workmanship is complicated, and the group battle effect is remarkable. However, the Centipede Death Scythe is like a chariot in Constructing the Undead, requiring a large amount of cannon fodder to auxiliary protect it.

Otherwise, the cost of repairing a broken leg would be enough to make the ruler cry for a long time.

Mu Hua twitched the corner of his mouth. Tabitha looked exquisite and had various figures, but this girl seemed to prefer bigger and stronger bodies.

"Let's train you, the Skeleton General, well first. We'll talk about it later. If you can make a Death Scythe, I might as well make a Bone Dragon." Mu Hua said angrily.

"Giggle, if you can make a bone dragon, I will give you the position of leader, and I will hang out with you from now on." Tabitha smiled coquettishly.

"Oh, goodbye, when you pull out the team, my magic dragon will be spawned." Mu Hua shook his head teasingly.

Tebitha liked the Skeleton General Mu Hua gave her. Although Mu Hua said it was a compensation for her, she completely regarded the Skeleton General as a gift from Mu Hua.

Having just come out of the Island of the Abyss, Mu Hua was in a very good mood.

The two were noisy, and in the blink of an eye Tabitha forgot about Mu Hua's disappearance for several days.

Let Tebitha get acquainted with General Skeleton, and Mu Hua leave this noisy environment. Seeing the tow truck, Mu Hua always subconsciously thinks of arranging funds. . .

The newly created undead construct is very mechanical because the consciousness of the inner ghost has been erased.

However, they have some learning ability and can adapt to some relatively standardized commands through the guidance of their ruler.

Attack, defense, cooperation, protection, following, etc., these all need to be taught by Tebitha to the constructed skeleton general.

Mu Hua only regarded the constructed undead as cannon fodder, and he was too lazy to ask about education.

The day passed quickly, and Mu Hua entered the Abyss Island as usual at night.

The fishing rod was gone and he couldn't afford to build a black-armored skeleton general. Mu Hua felt that it was a waste to be a low-level skeleton undead.

Refining medicine, meditating, exercising, grilling barbecue, planting flowers, weeding, Mu Hua returned to his early routine.

As his own strength increases, time on the Island of the Abyss does not seem so boring.

There seems to be countless sleeping knowledge in my mind that I can flip through.

The magic circle engraved on the soul guided Mu Hua to become familiar with the construction of the spell module over and over again.

As he practiced day after day, Mu Hua occasionally showed some scholarly temperament.

When morning came in the human world, Mu Hua picked a basket of ripe magic fruits and left the island of the abyss.

After leaving the room, the long corridor on the third floor of the hotel was silent.

There seemed to be voices on the second floor, as if they were complaining that the pillows were too soft.

Mu Hua went down to the first floor and looked around the hall, but did not see Deman.

"Tietou, go find Deman." Mu Hua ordered, patting a wandering life puppet.

"Correction, individual number 006."

The Life Puppet once again emphasized that Mu Hua had called its name incorrectly, but it seemed that it had long since stopped expecting Mu Hua to realize his mistake. When the Life Puppet said that, it went off to look for Deman.

Deman lives on the first floor and has his own room converted into a staff dormitory area.

Mu Hua had visited it earlier. The villa-like suite was connected to the outdoor swimming pool on the side of the hotel. The fat man's determination to retire in the hotel was not just talk.

After a moment of waiting, Deman appeared in front of Mu Hua, followed by a life puppet.

"Mu, you can't call all life puppets Iron Head. They are very sad. This will seriously affect their work efficiency."

"Oh, I'm sorry, you have made me a little face-blind, or I can transform you into magical beings later and give you a nice name." Mu Hua casually said to the living puppet next to Deman.

"BOSS, your promise is very insincere. 006 hopes that you will transform me into a bionic puppet first, which may be kinder to your wallet." The living puppet complained, and turned around to clean the first floor.

Although they are mechanical bodies, these life puppets are not simple machines.

In fact, these life puppets have their own souls, metal bodies, mechanical structures, and low-level magical brains. Although they seem a bit cheap, they can be said to be the prototype of magical life.

"Mu, when you have time to think about magic life, you might as well learn more about the residents."

"Even if you forget the business purpose of Dandelion, we always report some information every year." When Deman muttered, he saw a basket of fruits next to Mu Hua.

"Magic fruit?" Deman picked up an apple and asked curiously.

"Well, let's sell it in the hotel." Mu Hua nodded.

Although magic fruits are much more expensive than ordinary fruits, Mu Hua does not intend to make money from them. The main reason is that the fruit trees on the island of the abyss bear fruit relatively quickly and cannot be eaten without processing.

"Goddess of Justice, BOSS, have you finally cared about the management of the hotel?" Deman exclaimed in an exaggerated manner.

"Hotel? Isn't it the Deman Hotel?" Mu Hua raised his eyebrows.

"If you don't like it, we can change the sign." Deman spread his hands.

"Oh, keep it, as long as you like it." Mu Hua shook his head and chuckled.

Whether it was the Deman Hotel or the Dandelion Hotel, Mu Hua actually didn't have much sense of belonging here.

Not to mention the magic fruit, Mu Hua is not in the mood to run it now, including the undead constructs, or he has no intention of running it now.

Without fulfilling the agreement with Samantha, Mu Hua would always feel like being dependent on someone else.

Perhaps after completing what Samantha told him, he will find a destination, and then his life, business, and everything will be on the right track.

Well, that’s probably what Mu Hua has been thinking about all along. . .

But then again, did Samantha make any agreement with him?