The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

What's business? It is within my understanding that the best interest is to sell the right goods to the right person at the right price.

So, what kind of commodities are irresistible to ghost wives with land and tribes in the abyss?

Arms trading as abyss hard currency? Want some sharpshooters? The haunted women don't forge, they may have what they need, but the truth is that they have good witchcraft and alchemy, and the enchantment skills that come with them.

The kind of magic weapon that maintains a strong presence in a restricted area (one level of the abyss, mostly a haunted woman's gathering place) and a limited time (a day or two to a month) is also their best-selling cargo (counterfeit monopoly), and countless people are pitted.

Save the usual magic props and gear, the ghost bitches don't lack this stuff.

Slaves? Cut it out. Abyss is the worst. Living here is the first priority. Freedom or something, too luxurious.

I can say that I'm in trouble, and as the object of a deal, I'm afraid the most frightened is that there's nothing missing, nothing needed against each other.

But there is one, but the ghost woman definitely can't refuse...

“Shampoo! Whitening cream! Smooth skin nourishing oil! Since you are still a female, I don't believe you have any need for cosmetics that can beautify! ”

Something messy was thrown out of the ground, and a bottle of fruit juice and bottled milk was thrown out in the haunted women's sights, and the generic language on it marked the utility, which is a new cosmetic product of secret origin.

“Wait, this is my daily necessity! I just picked it up from Emila the other day, replenishing it at my place in the abyss! ”

The scream of a dead cat hovering in my ear, and I didn't hesitate to throw all my makeup out, was a waste of my wrapping position.

“Slime uses whatever makeup you want, just change it! Apply your own mucus to your face with all that mess! ”

“I... I fought you! What happened to the cat, Slime? What happened to Slime? Didn't Slime have the right to love her? I also know it's useless to paint these things, but why would anyone else have me? I'm a woman, and I want to spend all my money where I know it's useless! ”

Dead cats are in trouble as usual, and then they seem to have driven some dangerous ridicule, so that someone who keeps dying is not beaten to death, or doesn't extend down.

“I'd love to! ”

Dead cat's answer was nailed to pieces, and in another sense, Heroise was well worth it.

But there are things that really don't work out for money.

“I'm tired of my cat putting all that mess on my face every day and putting on a cucumber skin mask. People don't think you're crazy, they just think I'm sick! I've had enough of that merciful look. I'm a normal person! I'm not making beauty out of my cat! ”

Cough, it seems to show the outsiders the liveliness. After finally riding Heroise, after taking care of the cat, the ghost woman named Black Seven, also looked at the goods in front of her with interest, but did not take it seriously.

After all, ghost women's ugliness and old age is an irreplaceable racial characteristic. After birth, ghost women fade rapidly. They are also accustomed to the ignorance and fear of other races. It is incomprehensible that this cosmetic product is sold to ghost women.

No creature naturally likes ugliness. This ugliness is more like an innate curse. Perhaps magic can lift the curse, but magic and alchemy cannot change the appearance. Innate ugliness is a natural state, how can it be eliminated?

If walking elsewhere, the ghost women who generally learn illusion will wear a false face, most of the time a young woman with a good appearance, and that explains something.

“You can try. ”

He hesitated for a moment, perhaps feeling safe in his own territory. Black Seven put whitening cream on his hand, but almost dropped the bottle on the floor in surprise.

The black skin and spots on the skin disappeared at visible speeds of the naked eye, the geriatric spots disappeared directly, and the whole arm suddenly became the arm of a young man, while the rest of it was an old man, extremely uncoordinated.

“Let me try! ”

“Don't rob, don't rob! ”

“Mine, mine! ”

Not having had time to react, the door was suddenly broken open, the three ghost wives broke in, their emotional competition for the liquid in the bottle, they were laughing at me and the watchers of the dead cat, but they beat themselves together.

I just sat around watching the show... and suppressed the resistance of the dead cat.

It is true that natural ugliness is beyond cure, but when the technology has developed to a certain extent, plastic surgery is not too difficult to master, and in this regard, the advantages of the Murin clan, which can be mutilated and rebuilt fleshly, are obvious.

When I woke up from sleep, I was surprised to find that I was just talking about the business of beauty for women. It must have been very profitable, but the wood spirits could have developed it to this point. All kinds of effects such as whitening and skincare medications were not mentioned immediately. Every year, plastic surgery had to be booked three months in advance.

Of course, such a change cannot be permanent, and maintaining beauty comes at a cost, at least the medicine cannot be stopped, and this has become the long-term business of the Woods.

Perhaps Pastor Holy Light, together with a dead magician who specializes in surgery, can do the same, but without faith restrictions and contact, or the idea of using such advanced technology to make women's money, is the Woodlings.

When I heard that a quarter of the financial revenues of the spirits today come from the cosmetics and beauty industries and have become the second-largest industry besides arms, even surpassing the sum of their medical and agricultural revenues, I couldn't say much more than exclaim, "No matter what world women are."

Now, the scene in front of me confirms my words again, and in order to get access to these drugs, the haunted women engaged in their despicable brutal and crude physical struggle.

“Cough, I'm still here. ”

When I reminded myself of my existence, it was full of malicious magic, and it seemed that these guys didn't plan on buying it from the beginning.

And now all these lurkers are jumping out, naturally trying to kill people over the counter.

As for the long-term merchandise trade and credibility, no one in the abyss can trust anyone. Wealth without a guarantee of strength can only be counted as a time bomb for bad luck. If you really want a long line, why do you need an extra broker to squeeze all the information directly from your head?

You want to do business? Yes, prove that you have the strength not to be murdered.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps I did not tell you that my brother is the Prince of the Abyss and that my girlfriend (Heroise: ex-girlfriend) is the Marquis of the Devil...”

Black Seven laughed only trembling, as if I was making a joke.

And at this point, her face was half young, half old, and it felt like a horror movie.

“Oh, you're funny, but even if your sister is a dragon queen, your brother is a god, and you can't get out of this door, they're not there...”

I'm a little helpless. Dead cats stare at each other. Is this guy the legendary prophet, or just a simple death to the crow's mouth?

The next moment, as if the whole house was moving and shaking constantly, the tables and chairs turned into living creatures roaming around.

The haunted women surrounded me, full of malicious magic apparently preparing for some vicious sorcery.

There's been a problem with my magic, and it looks like this house has been moved, and I'm in a trap.

It was common sense not to challenge the practitioner at the other party's home, so I bounced my finger, and the next one, the whole world was completely changed.

The pitch-black earth is the patent of the underworld, and where we are, it's a flat ground, but it's surrounded by a roundabout of gladiators, and the dead are cheering on the stands, watching us, waiting for the blood of the living to die.

“Since you don't want to talk business there, maybe it's more appropriate to talk business here. By the way, I forgot to tell you, I was a great spirit, and I was on the list of natural disasters. ”

The ghost women looked at everything around them blindly, which was beyond their comprehension, and the next moment, when I yelled at them, they were as sweaty as the first big dream awakened.

Her face was still calm and full of fear and anxiety, but she revealed her lack of breath. It seemed that they still knew what the natural disaster list was.

“Now that you've calmed down, can you hear my request? Perhaps in order to be able to buy a safe return ticket, you would offer me a price that would make me happy? I never bought a forceful sale, took advantage of people, really. ”