The goblin envoys have long since left, and the contracted beast caterpillar has not appeared again. Everything seems to be back on track again. Boom hides in the Wonder House every day to practice magic, and Rikka also returns to the Miracle Plain.
The trade with the nomadic tribes still continues, but no new beasts can escape the clutches of Rikka. As for the mercenary groups that occasionally pass by, they are more like desserts after a meal.
There are mountains of magic crystals in the dimensional space. Although most of them are low-grade goods, they are still very shocking. During this period, Rikka's double blades also changed again. The sharp appearance gradually faded, but the danger they exuded
The breath becomes stronger and stronger.
Today is the day she trades with the nomadic tribes. A hundred buffalo hides guarantee the quality and quantity, and 50 gold coins are better than nothing. Rikka thought about it as she walked into the distance.
This is a small nomadic tribe with less than seventy people. It is noon. The women are standing by the iron pot and the children are holding clay bowls.
Everyone smiled when they saw Rikka. Because in their eyes, this seemingly immature little girl could hunt countless beasts, even the Lion King.
This world is such a reality. As long as a person has strength, he will be respected and strong wherever he goes. On the contrary, no one will care about him.
The old patriarch leaned on his cane and smiled without saying a word. He just nodded slightly and motioned for Liuhua to enter the leather tent. Soon after, he sat on the wooden chair made of black bear skin. After determining the number of animal skins, he threw the money bag to the other party. At this time, Rikka was devouring the stew on the plate. Based on the principle of saving a meal, since there is a free lunch here, it must not be missed.
During the conversation, the two agreed again on a transaction of forty deer skins. Rikka had no complaints about this, because this kind of transaction could not only gain gold coins, but also improve her "skinning combat skills".
The old patriarch also looked happy. Although he didn't know the other party's details, since he could get what he needed, why bother to inquire about it?
As a result, a deal in which both host and guest enjoyed themselves was reached again. The old patriarch stood up and sent Rikka out of the tent, but Rikka stood motionless just as she was about to leave.
"Master Patriarch, what are you doing? It's not dark now, why are there so many bonfires?" Rikka looked at each other curiously.
"This is making charcoal. When I talk about this, I get very angry." The old patriarch was stunned for a moment, then replied with a wry smile.
Charcoal is the dark brown or black porous solid fuel remaining after incomplete combustion of wood or wood raw materials, or pyrolysis under air-isolated conditions.
In today's world, people have always been accustomed to burning firewood directly, and this method has existed for tens of thousands of years.
But the old patriarch accidentally discovered that the charcoal he made was far more practical than wood. Not only did it last longer, it was easier to store. Most importantly, the production process was extremely simple.
Therefore, many years ago, he brought the charcoal he made to Aogu City. He expected to gain countless gold coins with it, but in the end he became known as a liar and was kicked out by the city guards.
However, this charcoal-making process has allowed the tribe to withstand countless cold winters. Even on dark rainy nights, they can sleep peacefully without having to worry about freezing to death in the countryside.
Rikka listened to the introduction of the old patriarch, and her big eyes gradually narrowed into narrow slits. Those people in Xindao Ancient City are really idiots. If this kind of thing is not considered a treasure, then what else can surpass it?
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"Um...can I learn this charcoal-making technique? You see, we are already acquaintances, so I won't refuse you." Rikka raised her little face, with an expression as endearing as an angel. p>
"Uh... you can learn if you want. It's not a secret anyway." The old patriarch still had the same look, but he didn't know that a disaster was coming.
The sunlight turned from golden to orange. Rikka was still squatting by the kiln, sometimes asking about something, sometimes observing quietly. There were countless finished products piled beside him, like dead branches that had been struck by lightning, and the whole body was pitch black. p>
The stream took away the dust between the fingers and diluted the countless blood. Rikka took off the Viking war dress and kept wiping it as if it were a treasure.
The nomadic tribes not far away were silent. Although the smoke from the cooking stoves was still floating, and although the leather tents were still intact, there was no longer a crowded scene.
After cleaning up, she slowly walked into the camp. The children who were playing had their eyes closed tightly, the woman beside the campfire collapsed to the ground, and the flames in the kiln became more and more arrogant.
The Miracle Plains was once again filled with thick smoke, and the old patriarch's skin became increasingly shriveled, while the hundred buffalo skins were still stacked in the main tent.
Rikka's figure has left, with a smile always on her face, as if the raging flames behind her have nothing to do with her. At this time, there are countless charcoal in the dimensional space in her belly.
Although the causes of death are all kinds of strange, they all have reasons. Beasts are killed because of their fur, poor people are killed because of their theft, nobles are killed because of their arrogance, and the old king is killed because he has been in power for a long time. As a contracted beast, Rikka only has Boom in her heart. As a sister, Rikka only has Boom's advice in her mind. As a creature with independent thoughts, Rikka just wants to get along with Boom day and night, and she just wants the two of them to live a better life.
The better, even if the process is full of blood.
The tragedy of that nomadic tribe was not due to its unique charcoal-making technology, but because this technology was only known to them. To be independent requires absolute strength, and to carry secrets requires matching wisdom.
If a secret is known by two people, it can no longer be called a secret. Either one party dies, or it becomes known to everyone.
Therefore, Rikka, who had no feelings for others, resolutely chose to kill. Life was like a piece of grass in her eyes, which was her awakening after experiencing the annihilation of the bears.
Walking into the city gate, into the black market, into the small courtyard. Rikka jumped back to the Wonder House. Looking around, her brother was sitting at the dining table, and the plates of food were steaming.
This is the home that I care about, and Boom at home is the most cherished person. As for other creatures, they are just trading items that each takes what he needs.
After the meal, Rikka took Boom to the small courtyard, and piled up the charcoal neatly under his suspicious eyes.
A moment later, the light blue flame slowly rose, and a crackling sound came quietly. Boom picked up a piece of charcoal, and after looking at it, he was also amazed.
Rikka took out some meat from the dimensional space, threaded it with iron skewers, and then inserted it on the edge of the flame. The two of them wore robes and drank ale as if camping.
That night, Boom once again marveled at Rikka's ability. The latter was always addicted to his brother's palm. The familiar smell was intoxicating, and the warm robe was as familiar as expected.
However, Boom did not ask where this thing called "charcoal" was obtained. In his opinion, although Rikka was his contracted beast, it was also a completed soul.
And Rikka had no intention of confessing. She knew that her brother didn't like her killing people, but in that situation, how should she choose?
Two cold hearts stick together tightly. Today you warm me, and I will warm you tomorrow. Boom is still the orphan of the royal city, Rikka is still the contracted beast, Ogu City is still Ogu City, but the miracle