In late autumn, the withered yellow leaves of the street trees and the broken sunshine are covered with gold for the architectural belts of the gorgeous long street.

It was still early in the morning, but there were several tables of guests sitting in the Noecheng Dance Hall. More than a dozen actors in the center of the stage performed a "Accidental Journey" with the melodious music.

"As the two masters said, it is a foregone conclusion that Nifgad advanced north to start a war... Sintra is in danger." The shapeshifter Gowen Samsha stroked his elegant mustache to both sides of his upper lip, "Then we should prepare in advance... and take the opportunity to make a big profit!"

"What you said is exactly what I want," Seret said, complaining to Roy next to him, "The current status of the Brotherhood's property is not optimistic. Ninety percent of our income comes from those two stores. Although the profit has increased recently, it is only 2,600 kroner per month. And the expenditure..."

He shook his head and sighed, "The Gowen family has more than 30 people, and their dietary standards are beyond ordinary families. The twenty most edible children, and eleven mutants who are even better than those who are mutants. Each of them has a bottomless pit. The living expenses alone require about 600 kroners per month. With some other miscellaneous items, 700 kroners cannot be defeated... And the teaching work of alchemy, forging, etc. also requires at least 500 kroners. These are not big heads. The research of Master Kalkstan and Ms. Rita costs a minimum of 200 kroners per month. Once the supply is not available, the master may strike immediately."

"This does not include the new decoction project that Resso and Kaiyan are involved in."

"In addition, the one-time teleportation props made by Ms. Rita are expensive, one for two hundred kroners; I have reimbursed two thousand kroners here to build a stable portal for the Lake Under the Valley of Nine Valley. Because you sacrificed your lust, she has been voluntarily working for the Brotherhood, so there is no reason for us to care about these basic expenses with her."

"You figure it out yourself, how much did it cost?"

The bright lights shone out Roy's face full of shock and convulsions... He had not managed the accounts for a long time, and before he knew it, the burden of the Brotherhood was so heavy.

A trace of worry flashed through Seret's amber pupils, "The expansion of Gowen House has been completed. According to the plan, the day after tomorrow, the children who temporarily stayed in the Eternal Fire Orphanage will be transferred. By then, the number of students will soar from twenty to fifty, and the number of people has doubled and more than doubled. It is obvious that the burden is far more than doubled... Then, there is no doubt that we will spend money like flowing water!"

"How much money is left?" Roy exhaled, rubbing the cold sweat that oozed out of his palm.

"The reserve is enough for the time being. There were originally 20,000 kroners. Including the 10,000 you cheated from Vigima and the 20,000 Geralt earned from Sintra, deducting the expenses during this period, there are still about 45,000 left. The cost of a big business."

"You two don't have to worry too much. The money for the construction of those houses by Gao Wen's house..." Gao Wen smoothed his short purple hair in his temples and smiled thoughtfully, "I'll reimburse you!"

"I knew that you were kind and kind!" Seret turned his worries into joy, reached out and shook the shapeshifter heavily, and Roy also gave him a grateful look.

"Okay, let's go back to the topic, about this way of making money," Schappeller rubbed his fingers wearing leather gloves, and his metallic pupils burst into a hint of solemnity. "May the eternal fire illuminate the way forward for those victims of war. We must not hoard important war materials like other unscrupulous merchants..."

Several people nodded at the same time. Once the person broke the bottom line, it would be difficult to go back to the past.

"The easiest, serious business..." said Seret, "Buy a lot of Sintra's specialties... Sintra spirits, part of which are native to Skelij, spices transported from Sintra, etc. Once Sintra becomes a historical site, many northerners must have spontaneously remember it, and the specialties become the best emotional support, guaranteeing that they are in short supply and selling well!"

"Even if Sintra is reborn from destruction in the future, there will be changes in the end... The things in our hands will become Sintra's orthodox treasure!"

"I have a suggestion..." Roy interrupted, his eyes swept across the stage, his arms tightly clasped, and the dancers who danced the tap dance with cheerful drum beats, including Igsena, had informed her of Cohen's stay at Toustente.

While Dandelion was arguing with Pusilla in the shadows on the edge of the stage, the great poet kept explaining something and bowing apologetically from time to time, like a typical cheating husband.

The witch hunters didn't betray him, maybe he accidentally showed his feet.

The blonde beauty wrapped her hands around her chest, raised her chin, and turned her face away. Her expression was obviously gloomy and her lips moved twice from time to time.

Roy read her lips and scolded something like "no conscience", "damn liar", "rogue", "believe it or not, I'll find a mistress to piss you off".

Alas, I still mispaid it. Dandelion, a scented carrot who doesn't listen to advice, must learn a lesson.

He sighed in his heart and continued, "The flag of Sintra is the three lion flag on the blue bottom... Nowadays, the blue and orange-yellow dyes..."

"Cheap! There is basically no demand now." Gaowen Samsha's slender eyes shone, the business in his mind quickly flowed, and his cheeks flushed with excitement. "The current purchase is definitely the best price."

"When the war breaks out, in order to support Sintra, the dye prices for the people of the northern world will inevitably skyrocket! At least three or five times! And we are a just move, and we are making this money without losing our hearts!"

"If you have money, everyone will make money together!" Seret suddenly slapped his fist on the table, leaning over and approaching the two demons, with amber pupils flashing brightly. "Two, you guys, why not discuss the investment proportion immediately, but I agreed in advance that brothers will not be as big as two of them, and they can't afford that much money. Will it be better to use manpower to make up the numbers?"

The two shapeshifts exchanged glances.

"The last action of Eternal Fire was a great success. I rely on all the masters. My brothers who are incompetent also have to rely on all the hard training of you, so we agree to your proposal!"

...

The Temple Island, just north of Nokang City, underground laboratory.

The elongated flame illuminates the alchemy platform composed of glass tubes, metal cans, large tanks, heating vessels, dipping stoves, and shelves stacked with bags of dried herbs, bottled monster organs, and mutational tissues.

A hunched figure was standing by the bookshelf, focusing on browsing books such as "Mutations and Genes", "The Secret of Mutation", "The Demon in the Blood", etc., from the collection of Jiuzhi Valley.

Another graceful figure repaired the oval-shaped broken gargoyle heart in front of the laboratory bench.

The flames of the heater jumped "sizzling", the green liquid in the huge measuring cup was boiling, and the unkempt man's breathing gradually became rapid.

"Bang!" Karkstan put down his book heavily, stroked the stubborn and proud black hair in the Mediterranean above his head,

"What a genius idea..." He was full of marvel,

"These rich and detailed experimental records just make up for the shortcomings of our inability to conduct live experiments, especially the dozens of mutation inducers recorded in the book and their related negative reactions, which greatly inspired me... I can now make some targeted adjustments to eliminate the adverse mutations of Qingcao Decoction."

"This saved us at least ten years!"

The alchemist shook his body like an epilepsy. The two thick dark circles trembled along the edges of the rice-sized eyes, as well as the two thick dark circles trembled together.

"My brain seems to have wires plugged in, and endless inspiration comes out. Flying Lion Monster Decoction, Snake Pie Decoction... The elements are on it, and I have thought of at least four new and improved routes!"

"I'm already sure that I'll improve a safe and reliable green grass decoction medicine within three months. Although it's not as effective as the original formula, it's better than life." The alchemist looked confident.

Rita Need's face was happy. Is it finally going to harvest the fruit after so long efforts?

"By the way, who is the author of these books, Thomas Molue, can you recommend me one or two?"

"Sorry, he has been dead for more than a hundred years. You can only go to the cemetery to worship him." The sorcerer put down the gargoyle heart and shook his head gently.

"It's so jealous of talent!" Karkstan shook his head in pain, as if it was his relatives who died.

"What does the master think about this secondary mutation? Is there room for improvement? Is it possible to replace the Green Grass Trial and directly determine it as the first mutation?"

When the alchemist heard this, he raised his thick and messy eyebrows, and glanced unhappily on her plump chest.

"Silly women, nutrition is bypassed by their brains and absorbed by other places? How could they have such outrageous ideas? Move your brain well. Doing this is like creating a brand new decoction of green grass. The risks are far greater than the benefits..."

"I respectfully call you Master," the sorcerer's blue eyes made a crack, shooting dangerous light, and frost covered with frost. "It does not mean that you can insult me ​​at will. Now, I will warn you once in the end, and be careful."

"Okay, that boy Roy is so terrible that you will definitely obey you... But I have a beginning and an end, and I will never give up halfway if I don't make any results!" The alchemist took a deep breath, and a false apology squeezed out from his dry cheeks. "Sorry, Ms. Rita, I have a straightforward temper. Especially when doing research, I speak without emotion and easily hurt my companions by mistake. Just take my nonsense just now as a fart."

The sorcerer's face cleared a little.

"Back to the point, improving green herbal medicines and studying advanced vampire decoctions have occupied all my time, and I have no extra energy to spend on the third project 'secondary mutation'."

"I'll give you a suggestion. The secondary mutation is only for the witch hunters who have been tried in the grass... Every few months, when the mutated white widow lays eggs, I will go to the Valley of Nine to come step by step. When the person with the secondary mutation reaches a certain base, then conduct in-depth research."

After saying that, the alchemist tugged his sleeves and rubbed his hands with slutty and excitement, "Then let's start, Ms. Rita, don't go back tonight. Let's join forces to overcome the first improved route."

The sorcerer pursed his red lips and shook his head.

"Ms. Rita, what I said just now, where did the nutrition go? If you still want to continue working, you can prove that you still have basic professional research ethics."

The sorcerer gritted his silver teeth, and suddenly felt his heart moved, his anger melted, and he retorted, "Okay... this is only once, no example. Staying up late is a woman's natural enemy. After all, I am not a permanent single person like you who has no charm and no permanent singleness. I have no concept of clothing and demeanor. I have lived for nearly two hundred years and have never been in love!"

The alchemist seemed to be poked at the center of the headache, and his cheeks turned rare to turn black. Rita Need was delighted, patted his peach-like face and put on professional white gloves.

...

Gao Wen’s House.

A competition is taking place beside the spacious courtyard, under the flying catkins.

The two witch hunters who were confronting each other touched their respective sword hilts at the same time, and the two swords were unsheathed at the same time. They took two steps quickly and lightly at the same time: first forward, then to the side. Accompanied by hissing sounds of breaking through the air, the two of them rolled out the sword flowers at the same time.

Flius, with gray-green eyes, tapped his toes and jumped forward quickly, like a spear that suddenly passed through the air. The silver-ray long sword swung to the shoulders of the bald man first, almost touching the protective Kunn magic shield.

However, before there was enough time to smash the magic shield, the big man on the right side of the cat-evil's body grinned and turned his wrist.

The long sword was drew a semicircle quickly.

"Bang!"

The metal and iron attack, the dense sound of air explosion.

"Bang! Bang!"

In the sun, two high-speed afterimages collided fiercely and separated again, and attacked more than a dozen times in the blink of an eye.

At one moment, Reso hit the sword with the rotation inertia, and the sword grid stuck the middle part of the opponent's sword spine, trying to push the sword forward and cut his vital points.

Maojiu keenly noticed his thoughts, and at the same time exerted force on his wrist, turning the blade along with his force.

The two swords seemed to be glued together. The two witch hunters held the swords and turned each other in the air for several consecutive times, and the sparks capsized like fountains.

The amber pupils and gray-green eyes faced each other through sharp blades.

Their steps are rotating, shifting, and changing directions at the same time, as fast as ghosts.

The onlookers apprentices saw two figures close to each other changing directions in the venue, as if they were dancing an alternative ballroom dance.

The speed slowed down.

Maojiu's wrists softened, and finally couldn't control the huge force coming from his fingertips. The sword came out of his hand, and a silver light flashed and inserted it into the willow branches beside him!

He rolled to the ground suddenly!

"Bang!"

The bald man pressed his muscular arm to the ground, and a muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the courtyard!

The little boys watching breathed and widened their eyes.

Golfin Griffin, who was peeking at the alder forest, buzzed his wings with a "gurgle" sound, and he was quite alert.

A wave-like air flow that could be seen in the naked eye swept along the bald man's body, as if an air bomb was detonated on the spot, and the shock wave radiated in all directions, rolling up dust in the sky.

As long as the man is within five meters of the radius, he will be affected by this shock.

Maojiu was no exception. Although he rolled over and avoided the long sword that was chasing, he could not escape the omnipresent Alder. He felt a shock in his back and Quinn's shield shattered with a "pop".

A huge force penetrated the body.
To be continued...