Chapter 7 The Damned Capitalist
This is a bit of bad taste from White Plague. After all, the game is called [Dawn Rising]. When the open beta starts, this place will definitely be crowded with players.
Walking into the pharmacy, the layout inside is very simple. The shop of about 300 square meters is filled with various mechanical models. The front of each model is isolated by a glass cover. There are simple words on the glass. name and price.
In the center of the store is a metal and glass counter, which contains many colorful potions.
Behind the counter, on a screen full of science fiction, some pictures were played, which were roughly the finished products being modeled in the glass cover, as well as the functions and effects of some potions.
For example, what is being played now is an electromagnetic gun. When it is fired, the electric light flashes wildly, and all the fish in a pool float up on their bellies.
This is a test product of the White Plague. The current Bronze-level knowledge can only reach the level of electric fish. It is a very cool-looking firearm with full special effects, but it cannot kill people with electric shock.
In this world, this kind of firearm is useless. Even law enforcers will not use this thing, because it is not cheap, and it is worth ten gold coins without extraordinary attributes.
No one would spend one-third of a lower-level Bronze Extraordinary’s monthly salary on such a beautiful thing. Except
Well, the player will arrive in more than a year, Bai Bian thought that this kind of cool thing, which would be sold to twenty gold coins a handful when they arrived, might be sold out.
Under the big screen is a very dreamy girl with silver hair and pointed ears, whose identity is obvious.
The most disgusting thing is that she is wearing a Blue Star white-collar OL outfit, which looks like the occupation of a female secretary in some games, making this store look very high-end.
"Eileen, store this thing." Bai Bian directly placed the metal shield with a diameter of more than one meter next to the counter.
"Okay." Erin's tone was quite respectful: "Boss, our healing potions and transformation potions are gone. In the two days since you were away, we have earned a total of 1,613 gold coins."
After all, although the boss uses her beautiful appearance to attract customers, although the boss does not give her any holidays, and although the boss occasionally deducts her salary, although
After thinking about it, the slight respect on the beautiful elf lady's face disappeared, and she looked at Bai Bian with a very resentful expression: "Boss, the store's sales have increased by 10% since I came here, and I would like to apply for a salary increase. "
Bai Yi paused and suddenly felt a little deaf in his ears. He ignored Miss Elf's words and walked very quickly to a metal door. He turned the mechanism and the metal door opened automatically.
Quickly walked in, and after the metal door closed automatically and felt that he was out of the cold eyes, Bai Bian took a deep breath.
It’s too scary. If you want to hire a bronze-level elf, you need to pay 100 gold coins every month, which is more than fifty times the farmer’s annual income. She actually wants to increase her salary?
Sure enough, the legend is wrong, elves are also greedy, such as Irene!
The yellowish light illuminated the corridor, which was about thirty meters long. Bai Bian quickened his steps and walked into a closed courtyard. The yellowish light illuminated the scene here.
Some mechanical parts that look a little twisted are piled in the corner on the right. They are some discarded materials. The reason why they are piled here is that White Plague is trying to reuse them.
On the left is a set of stone tables and chairs, and there is nothing more.
There were faint sounds coming from the rooms on the left and right.
That was the sound of the rotation of gears and some subtle collisions.
Bai Bian opened the room on the left. There were two perfect assembly lines here, with skeletons standing at each station, doing their work mechanically.
Perhaps it is to put gears on some machinery, or it may be to pound some materials into powder. The division of labor is clear and the accuracy is extremely high. The most important thing is that there is no need to pay wages. This is simply the most perfect labor force.
Bai Bian looked around, but didn't find the figure he was looking for. He closed the door, turned around, walked to the right and opened the door. Suddenly, a guy wearing a mage's robes whose face he couldn't see clearly printed on his face. Come into view.
Bai Bie looked happy and said enthusiastically: "Al, there is a new order, we have to prepare."
Al paused, his eyes hidden under the hood burning. With the flame of his soul aroused, he stared at the white plague and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "My summons have been working continuously for 720 hours. You have to give me the wages I deserve."
I feel a little helpless after being exposed to the epidemic. Why do I want a salary increase?
He spread his hands and said: "Mr. Orr, we signed a contract. As a price for helping you stay in Shia, you have to serve me for ten years." Orr became angry when he heard this. He said: "Damn it, I just signed the contract that I will serve for ten years and be paid. I definitely didn't sign the contract that there will be no wages for the first five years."
Bai Bian said helplessly: "I It's all written clearly, but the paper of the contract is thin and folded. As a lich, you should be able to feel that the contract has taken effect."
Al paused, and the soul fire in his eyes turned into something. The scarlet color almost invaded his sanity.
The gods fought, Hela, the god of death, and his followers also disappeared, and the undead in the world of the dead began to move around.
But without God, the world of the dead began to float in the cracks of space. Only by calling can the coordinates of the Shia continent be located.
Almost all undead want to taste the delicious souls of living creatures, and also want the extremely rich resources on the Shia continent.
Obviously Orr did not resist the temptation and signed a contract with White Plague during a summons half a year ago.
At this point, Orr, a good lich, became the workshop supervisor.
The disappearance of the God of Justice has resulted in the current notary being the monarch in the abyss. Orr, who is in silver, does not have the courage to break the contract.
Crack~Crash.
At this moment, there was a sound of bones colliding, and a skeleton suddenly fell apart inexplicably, and the blue flame in the skull was crumbling, with a kind of The feeling of going out.
Orr's extremely suppressed anger suddenly exploded: "Damn squeezer, damn capitalist, you will definitely go to hell!"
He turned around angrily, already feeling a little empty in his body. The undead magic power surged again, and the disintegrated skeleton was injected with energy, reassembled clatteringly, and joined the great work of the assembly line.
Bai Bian's eyes flashed with satisfaction. In five years, he should be able to change to a more powerful undead, preferably a necromancer, so that his workshop can be expanded.
Planning for the future, Bai Bian stated the purpose of his trip: "You will have to work hard next, Mr. Orr. I need to make five hundred energy guns. The materials will arrive in the evening and will be polished by then. The work is left to you.”
Al turned his head angrily, his soul fire so strong that he could even see the skin and bones hidden under the hood.
"Okay, I can promise that after this time, you will be rewarded with a piece of soul essence every month." Bai Bing was helpless and said with a look of pain on his face.
A piece of soul essence costs thirty gold coins, so it’s a loss.
Al paused, his anger stagnated, and asked with some disbelief: "Really?"
When did this stingy boss have this realization?
"Of course it's true." Bai Bing said and started to walk out: "There is only one condition."
"What condition?" Orr asked quickly. He can do it if he has a soul. As I grow up, although I don’t have much time to study magic, I won’t lose magic power every day like now.
"The polishing of all parts must be completed within three days." After Bai Ying finished speaking, he closed the door and left quickly.
The moment he walked into the passage, a thundering roar came from behind:
"Damn capitalist, I curse you to hell!"
(End of this chapter)