Law of the Devil

[Chapter one, chapter two, will be posted tonight, then another chapter will be added at 12 o'clock.

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Chapter 47 [Hot Hands in the Secret Room]

Accidentally got fireyao, what can this thing do in this world?

Gun making a run for it? Leading the trend of the era, pushing this cold weapons era into the heat weapons era with one breath?

are you kidding me

Dewey wouldn't be foolish enough to think he could get a thermal weapon out of a fireyao. Firstly, what do you do with weapons? A coup d 'état? Dewey's not interested. Secondly, is it that easy to get a heat weapon? Forget about guns... after China invented Yao in previous generations, N centuries only knew how to use it on fireworks.

Is the heat weapon that easy? Guns are good, guns are good, don't say the whole gun, even one of the simplest chambers can't get Dewey out.

Besides, this is a magical world! In this world, even if you have guns and guns, you don't necessarily have magic to work with.

The simplest junior magician will use the simplest fireball technique as long as he knows how to fly a wind system...

As long as such a junior magician flies up and throws a fireball down, he can basically be considered a one-man Apache helicopter!

In this case, you use a little fire yao, rough technology to get a few cannons... any advantage?

What's with the fire yao?

Dewey thinks very simply: make money!

More and more adapted to the world of Dewey, after almost a prank to the McDonald's fleet and the Black Pearl, Captain Jax Parlow... he gradually began to take some interest in the world.

Some non-magical interest.

Since you can't go back anyway... then you have to play some tricks.

Even the servants of the great demons could not send themselves back, and Dewey was basically dead. And Dewey, who let go of his heart... once the psychology of the prank in his heart unfolds, it's hard to estimate what kind of wave will eventually set off.

At least for now, he's full of “ideas” enough to scare the poor old butler out of his mind.

Back in the castle, Dewey first summoned his most cherished servant, Mudd. When Mudd took charge of Dewey's private little vault and was kicked out of the emperor's hands, a thousand gold coins from the Countess were kept in the hands of this servant in private.

“How much money do we have?” Dewey asked very simply.

Mudd answered quickly: "Eight hundred and ninety-two gold coins.” After a pause, the faithful servant added: "Because you built the small building and what you purchased, you have already advanced a few months of pocket money, and since your pocket money has been suspended from this month onwards, we can only pay for the difference by ourselves. ”

Mudd's voice bore some grudges, mainly against old butler Hill. Looks like the old butler got a little rough on this ex-Mav.

“And we can't expect to get a copper plate from the butler within a year.” Dewey sighed.

“Isn't it?” Mudd is a little depressed: “Young Master, I think you should think of something… Lord Count is being too harsh on you. After all, you are still a child, and you cannot be blamed for this incident. Would you like to be hijacked yourself? I do have a note...”

“What?”

Mudd turned his eyes and whispered, “Two months later, it's the Countess's birthday. If you send a gift back to Didu by then, and write a letter to beg the Lady, as long as the Lady helps you to plead with the Count... perhaps your ban will be lifted sooner. ”

Dewey nodded: “Attention, dear Mudd. It's a good idea. Even if I don't ask for mercy, for my mother's birthday, I should also say... it's just, what kind of gift can I buy for over 800 gold coins? ”

Mudd is speechless. This is far beyond the ability of the former Mav to think.

And Dewey wasn't going to let this horse continue his wisdom, and he patted Mudd on the shoulder: "Well, I have an idea of my own, but thank you for reminding me that I need you to do something for me now. ”

Dewey quickly gave Mudd a list.

“I bought everything on the list… Plus, I need these artisans I wrote on it. ”

After Mudd took over the list, he swept it, and after a moment of silence, his eyeballs were falling off: “Young master... if you buy all this stuff back and hire these craftsmen... I'm afraid we don't have much money left in our hands...”

In fact, Mudd said it was conservative, and in fact, what he was trying to say was, "I'm afraid there won't be any copper left! ”

Dewey smiled confidently: "Mud, do as I say, don't worry, we'll be rich in the future, very, very rich! It's just... I have a lot of money out there that I can't expect in two months. Mother's birthday was two months later, so I had to figure something out. All right, go! ”

What should we do? If we wait three months, the McDonald's pirate hacking program is complete, and we'll have a lot of gold on our own.

But now, there's no cash in hand!

As for the secret room below the study... Dewey went in last night to check it out.

Guess what's inside?

It's not gold, it's not gems... it's something that makes Dewey dizzy! Those things are definitely very valuable. But... it's hard to sell at one time.

For example, a pair of samurai armor sewn from over 300 fine gems with gold thread perforations! This stuff is worthless in action, but as a work of art, it's worth it!

These things, I'm afraid, are not for sale in the small cities on the Rollin Plains, and can only find buyers in large cities like Port Walker or Tetu.

Of course, if Dewey really needs money, take that thing down, take down a little piece of gem, and he'll sell it. But that destroyed an amazing piece of art! Of course Dewey wouldn't do something stupid like that.

For example, a crown carved with the finest natural purple crystal in its entirety! Four hundred years ago, at the height of the Empire, His Majesty the Emperor gathered many craftsmen to create it, and placed twenty-nine fine magic gems on the crown, plus dissolved silver to make thorn blossoms, and a large, pristine diamond on the petal!

This crown, Dewey, is not the first time he's seen it, he's seen it in a book before.

Legend has it that this crown of great value was a gift from His Majesty the Emperor of the time to the new Pope of the Temple of Light of the Continent at the time!

Unfortunately, during the ensuing interracial war in the north of the continent, the rise of the Rollin family, and during the war, the entire Rollin Plains was won by war success as a continental war…

This crown has always been kept in the Light Temple, mysteriously lost!

This matter is regarded by the Temple of Light as one of the greatest disgraces in centuries! The crown of the Pope has been lost! In the hundreds of years that followed, every Pope's succession made the search for his crown one of the intergenerational aspirations.

Ask, does Dewey dare sell something like this for money?

I'm afraid if you sell it on the first day, the Knights of the Temple will kill you the next day!

In that secret room, there are 19 collections left by Sameer! Every piece is worth billions of dollars, but you can't do it!

In fact, last night when I saw such a hot house, Dewey thought about it for a while... What was it like to be a woman, Sameer, back then?

Where did she get all this stuff?

But when I asked the copy of Samel around me, I didn't know. Because of her replicated memory, there's no data on these things.

So Dewey was worried about the money in the short run, despite getting such 19 valuable treasures.

He is not short of money, but of some emergency liquidity.

Judging by that, the last 800 gold coins were purchased for Mudd. So for the next three months, Dewey, the eldest son of the Count of the Hall, the eldest young master of the Rollins, really didn't have a single piece of copper in his pocket.

And then, after that, the magic experiments, the magic potion configurations, the extraction of the plants, these are consumables that need to be constantly purchased and replenished.

How can we find a way to get 2,000 gold coins to respond to an emergency?

Throughout lunch, Dewey was thinking about ways to make money. Lunch is still quite good, with a few very tender foie gras, baked golden-coloured bread and a bowl of rich seafood soup… Obviously the old housekeeper has not had any difficulty with this young master, apart from imposing a groundbreaking and economic blockade on Dewey strictly in accordance with the Count's orders. The taste of his diet is also quite considerate. Dewey loves foie gras and seafood that aren't cheap, but the old butler still doesn't dare to treat Dewey harshly on the normal consumption of these everyday meals.

After lunch, Dewey drank a little tea. There is no coffee in the world, but there is tea. It's just that the tea drinking habit is quite different from Dewey's previous life. The aristocrats like to put a little honey or glycerin in the tea… and the unique flavors like to put a little mustard or something.

Of course, the tea flavors in this world are also a little more flushing than in previous life.

After a small cup of honey black tea, Dewey saw an old butler rushing in.

Old butler Hill has a big opinion of this young master now! He destroyed a 200-year-old oil painting! Did he not know that the painting was a portrait of the ancestors of the Rollins? Doesn't he know how many generations that painting went through?

He burned it!!

Hill, the old housekeeper with the task of guarding the family estate of the Rollin family, is very dissatisfied with the young master's such a loser move! He's ready to write a letter to Didu, he'll definitely add such a sharp pening!

“Young Master, what can I do for you?” The old housekeeper's attitude is respectful, just a little chilly.

“Isn't that right, as long as I don't get out of the castle and do something else here?” Dewey asked.

“… yes.” When the old butler answered, it was inevitable that he felt a little uneasy... what does this young master want to do?

“Good, I need a maid who knows how to work with needles. And... take my horse to the door. ”

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