The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

At night, the noise of homes can occasionally be heard on the streets of the town.

On a remote road with incomplete street lights, someone found moonlight grass and planted it on the roadside to serve as a light source. In the somewhat hazy light, Mu Hua was walking on the street while talking on the phone.

"Webber, I was just thinking about going to the Adventurer's Guild to handle a batch of potions tomorrow, and now I'm actually invited to a party by a rich man."

"Mu, do you want to sell potions? What kind? Maybe I can give you some stable channels to contact you."

"Oh? That's great. Vomiting potion, blood-transforming potion, black blood potion, pain potion, and paralysis potion. The total price is 30 demon gold coins. I can give you a 20% discount." Mu Hua teased.

"Are you kidding me? Helping you handle this potion will make people think I'm going bankrupt." Webster's tone was weird.

"So, I also want to live."

"But you just made a fortune from me."

"No, you didn't count the cost of treatment."

"Okay, okay, are you coming or not? Maybe I should introduce you to some business? Magic power is exhausted?" Webster tried.

"Go, why not? Forget it if the magic power is exhausted. The materials needed for treatment are difficult to obtain." Mu Hua refused.

He needed no introduction from Webster.

Because he believed that if there were people in Webster's network whose lives were threatened by magic failure. Webster will definitely test him and ask him. There is no need to go up the pole and lower the price for yourself.

As for why it is Webster’s network, firstly, it is because those people are more disciplined in getting along with ‘similar people’. Another reason is probably because those people should be richer.

"Well, no wonder. Mu, I must thank you again for your treatment. I feel great now." Webster said sincerely.

"Weber, you are too polite. I paid the consultation fee." Mu Hua smiled.

"Even so. Well, even though it was the most expensive and most satisfactory medical fee I have ever paid. Haha." Webster's hearty laughter came from the phone.

It's a joke, but it's not a lie. Although Webster is very rich, he has been sick in the past, and even the medical treatment fee for magic core transplantation is not high, because it is a routine treatment.

"Mu, are you in the wild? I seem to hear the cry of a raven."

"Except for spirits, there is a disturbing phenomenon in the town. I'll stop by at night."

"Oh, your business scope is really broad."

"Haha, I like Bear and Pig Town. Proper volunteers can make me more popular in the town."

"I think you will be more popular at the party tomorrow. How about an encounter with the saint?"

"Saint? Holy Empire?" Mu Hua was surprised. Is Webster's path so wild?

"No, the Brave Group. Believe me, the saints of the Holy Empire are all Bichi."

"Oh, brave group, my hotel manager was dumped by a beautiful Raider girl today." Mu Hua said with a smile.

"Then maybe you should bring him with you tomorrow."

"No, I was quite happy to see him get dumped. For this reason, I even gave him a snake fruit as a consolation."

"Haha, okay, if you still have snake fruit, remember to bring more tomorrow."

The two chatted as if they were familiar and agreed to go to Webster's manor tomorrow. Mu Hua hung up the phone and looked up at the ravens flying in the night sky.

Blind ravens have strong night vision. Even with only a glimmer of light, they can clearly see things thousands of meters away at night.

Although the range of vision is not as good as that of some hawk monsters, within the range of sight, they can distinguish the type of monsters even with the help of the reflection of the monster's pupils at night.

He had promised Old Barron early on to eliminate possible ghosts in the town, but at that time he happened to find Deman being abducted into the woods by a bandit girl.

After solving Deman's matter, Mu Hua forgot about the spirit removal. Today he was reminded by Gravezzi again, which led him to go for a walk on a remote road at night. . .

Bars and restaurants in small towns are usually open on the main roads. Serious townspeople don't like to hang out on the streets at night.

At most, some young people with overflowing hormones will take their opposite-sex companions and go to some places with better outdoor environments to have fun.

As the saying goes, the kind of people you often meet depends on where you often go.

Even in relatively simple towns, the remote roads within the town are dominated by garbage people at night.

On both sides of this path are some dilapidated houses that have not been renovated for many years. The weeds in the courtyard are as high as half a person's height, which looks like an apartment that has been scorched by smoke. There are scrapped vehicles and broken street lights.

Gangsters, gamblers, drug addicts, drunkards, and cheap prostitutes will appear on the streets from time to time. They dare not hang out on the main road of the town.

Because neither the police patrolling at night nor the increasing number of adventurers in the town are easy to mess with.

Even if they collide with ordinary townspeople, the other party may take out an old gun from home at any time to teach them how to behave.

Loren's garbage men may be flamboyant, but they don't dare to be outrageous. You don't need to be provoked to fight back here. The danger of bullets is the same for everyone.

"Wow~"

The mage grabbed a drunkard who came forward, and Mu Hua threw him into a trash can on the street.

Tuesday, whose face was covered in mourning clothes, floated behind Mu Hua, and his high presence made some of the sober-minded ruffians around him stay away from Mu Hua.

A police car drove past Mu Hua. The police car turned around and blocked Mu Hua's path.

"This is the police force. Someone reported that you were acting strangely. Stop and put your hands where I can see." A stern female voice came from the police car.

Accompanied by shouts, two security guards holding pistols walked out of the police car and faced Mu Hua from afar.

"Hey, Belika, Toby, didn't you go to Dorne's eye clinic?"

"Anyone panting on this street should be more suspicious than my whereabouts, right?" Mu Hua said angrily as he looked at the two people getting out of the car.

"Mu Hua?" The two of them were stunned and lowered their weapons.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Bellica asked, her eyes fixed on Tuesday beside Mu Hua.

"Mu, are you here to remove spirits?" Compared to the cautious Bellica, Toby put away his pistol and smiled at Mu Hua.

"Unless what? Old Barron and the others sent people to the hotel to rush me."

"Hey, Bellica, if you don't put down the gun, I'll go home. Let that half-baked night hunter in Weir come and remove the spirits. You provide the psychic potion, and I'll give you half the price," Mu Hua responded.

"What the hell, are you calling this a spirit-killer? Those bitches on the street are scared of you."

Ravens are hovering in the low sky with strange cries, and behind them are strange banshees with their faces covered in mourning clothes. They are walking on the dim streets like a nocturnal wanderer. What do you call this? Some people believe you if you are said to be an evil spirit.

Bellica put away her pistol and said dissatisfiedly.

The misunderstanding was resolved, and after calling Bellica who wanted to leave, Mu Hua got into the police car, pointed out the direction amidst Bellica's complaints, and asked Bellica to take him to where the ghost was.

Raven had already discovered traces of the ghost, and while chatting with Toby, the police car drove to a factory with flashing street lights.

"Huh?" The three of them got out of the car, and Mu Hua said softly.

A sickle appeared in Tuesday's hand, and he waved it a few times in the air. While Bellica and Toby looked around blankly, the mage's hand caught an evil spirit in front of Mu Hua.

"Evil spirit, is this almost dead soul?" Mu Hua looked at the evil spirit that was lifted up in front of him.

After hearing Mu Hua's words, Bellica and Toby couldn't help but take two steps back and stay away from Mu Hua.

"Whose house is this?" Mu Hua asked Toby, pointing to the two-story factory building in front of him.

"What happened to Vito's cattle and sheep slaughterhouse?" Toby asked with a frown.

"Vito? The one who joins the gang? Two ghosts, two evil spirits, and a rapidly evolving evil spirit were attracted here. Such resentment cannot be born by cattle or sheep." Mu Hua shook his head.

"Vito has been more peaceful recently, and he has restrained the bastards in town. Is there a problem here?" Toby asked.

"I don't know, don't look at me. If there is a problem, it's your security team's business. Let's go. The ghost has been dealt with. Take me back to the hotel."

Mu Hua spread his hands, it seems that it is not incomprehensible for gangs to create a place full of resentment.

Both Bellica and Toby had no idea about ghosts, and nothing major happened in the town. They seemed to have guesses, but neither of them wanted to go into details. Bellica drove Mu Hua back to the hotel with a reluctant look on her face.