Many days later, Mingguang ushered in a historic scene.
——Emmm, there are quite a lot of "historic scenes" in Mingguang recently.
In the new city under the four walls, the warlock uncle held two pieces of paper with steel seals and a bright red 4-dimensional certificate in his hand. The emoticon on his face had even forgotten to update.
"Ben, this warlock finally has his own real estate??"
After struggling for a while, the warlock finally took out a large square safe from his sleeve. He threw the things in and locked it with a click. He carried the safe around and yelled,
"Where's Linzi? Linzi, come here quickly and put things away for me!!"
Su Yourong didn't know why she was carrying a pan and following the warlock behind her. She was heartbroken.
"Hey, I took out the business license and posted it on the wall. Why did you lock it..."
"No, what if I lose it?"
"If you lose it, just get another one~"
"No, what if I lose it again!"
"Add more! Besides, who would steal a business license? It has your name on it!"
"No, this era is so chaotic. There are thieves everywhere. It doesn't matter if people steal, it doesn't matter if animals steal, it doesn't matter if animals steal. Even the air is stolen from me. When the wind blows, this warlock feels like he has lost a person.
Yi, they all are fucking thinking about this warlock..."
Well, Master Warlock can throw away anything except himself.
This is very different from Lin Chou. Boss Lin has nothing to lose except himself.
Do not ask.
Asking means having unique skills.
emmm...
In fact, Boss Lin has always been the most professional one when it comes to losing himself - he even has more advanced methods to find himself again.
For example, if you tie yourself to a convenient shovel and throw it into the sky in a random direction, you will have faster speed, better vision, and stronger sense of direction.
It doesn't matter if he throws it in the wrong direction. Anyway, he has a lot of strength, so he will have to throw it again.
Boss Lin looked at the old warlock with pity. This guy who had lived for who knows how long seemed to have never really owned anything of his own. It was so pitiful.
Huang Dashan squinted his eyes and said,
"Don't tell me, the Development Committee was really generous this time. The place they built is pretty expensive, isn't it?"
The current configuration of the new city is not perfect enough. The warlock's Little Overlord server simply hollowed out a small stone mountain and buried it in it. The front, rear, left, right, and bottom were all made of 18-meter-square giant sea blue stones (actually city bricks).
Sealed inside——
Anyway, the warlock doesn't need to worry about reserving passages for entry and exit, he can just teleport.
Not only that, he doesn't even have to think about heat dissipation.
The snow dumpling boss is wearing ice, not to mention cooling the soul-powered little server that I don’t know if it will get hot. It’s not a problem to eat more delicious food to dissipate heat for half a bright light. If you don’t believe me, take a look at what kind of job he used to do.
——Is it okay to live in the highest forging furnace built by Mr. Gao in Lushan to physically cool it down and prevent explosions?
Let’s just talk about this profession, don’t let others do what you do!
After shelving the server, the Development Committee planned to carve out a small neighborhood around the nondescript stone mountain. At present, the prototype and framework have been completed, and all that is left is fine decoration and the allocation of a group of poor people to live there.
This place is close to the main west gate of the four walls. In the future, the Ring Expressway will pass through here, so there will be no worries about the flow of people.
Mr. Warlock’s store doesn’t need much traffic at all.
The garrison and the Development Committee alone took up more than 400 of the 500 people, and the remaining few people had already changed hands several times and been sold at sky-high prices.
It's quite unreasonable, but overall it shows that only the official team can maximize the benefits of the Xiaobawang server. They have the most organized team under their control, and it is not easy to give up some of the seats.
Of course, whether it is official or private, what they buy is just the quota, and it has nothing to do with the Internet fee of the warlock.
Now the entire hill is the private domain of the warlock uncle, with mountains, trees and ponds, and a villa that looks like a dragon house. The front door is at the end of the only road at the foot of the mountain.
It's very big, as big as the landlord.
At Huang Dashan's strong suggestion, the warlock set up a long bar counter at the door, which was very unique.
A completely transparent glass tank with a shrunken crayfish swimming in it, ensuring that normal people would be startled if they looked at the ferocious big mace on the back of the crayfish without thinking about where it had gone in and out.
, very good and very intimidating.
There is a built-in refrigerator behind the bar, which is full of iced drinks.
The empty hall that can accommodate 2,500 people has almost no furnishings. The most eye-catching thing is the huge square load-bearing pillar and the "No Smoking" warning sign posted on the pillar. The Qinshan Martial Arts School was decommissioned and engraved with "Martial Arts".
Five hundred long tables with broken steel frames and chairs with words like "morning" were placed sparsely and neatly. On each table was thrown something like a headset. The workmanship of Gil was so rough that it might pierce his ears and bleed.
Boss Lin gave a fair evaluation on this,
"Well, it's quite decent. It looks much more reliable than the store in my alley."
"right!"
Mr. Warlock got a boss chair and sat down behind the bar. The completely transparent bar gave off the fishy smell of sea water. As soon as the colorful lights started to run away, the crayfish inside seemed to be following Mr. Warlock from the waist down.
The style moves in the same way.
A broken machine that looked like a money printing machine was thrown casually on the bar, and it was suddenly filled with customers.
All the men in military uniforms with thick shoulders, round waists and bulging muscles lined up meticulously. They swiped the special cards with expressionless faces. After a beeping sound, they took out their pockets to pay the money and went in to find a seat.
The headset was stuck, causing convulsions and fainting on the spot.
Well...
Anyway, I just entered the game, so I just want to explain.
Master Shan was stunned when he saw it,
"Holy shit, shit, shit... what the hell, is this guy dead? He's bleeding from all his orifices!"
Two men in white coats popped out of the door, each holding a cigarette butt in their mouths. They smiled ingratiatingly at the warlock and hurriedly pinched off the cigarette butts.
The two of them walked over and pinched the scary-looking face with bleeding mouth and nose like it was manipulating pork on the chopping board, and turned it over.
"It's no big deal. It's obvious that he is the second generation ancestor who has a lot of connections in the family. What danger can there be in the warlock master's skills being so reliable? It's because he himself is too low in level and his willpower is as weak as a sieve."
The warlock looked at that young face, with the crazily squid in his mouth,
"A low-level loser in his 30s and a fourth-level loser? If I'm not lucky enough to meet Lin Zi, I won't even be qualified to enter this industry."
The two men in white coats had very serious expressions,
"Master Shan, you can't say that. Luck is definitely a kind of strength."
The two of them almost turned their eyes to the old warlock.
Shanye: "..."
Forget it, I better not say anything.
Lin Chou held her chin and thought for a while,
"Um, do you feel like this place is missing something?"
Everyone was stunned and fell into deep thought.
Master Shan couldn't hold it back and came out to show off his skills again,
"Quack, I've already prepared it."
As he spoke, he carried two half-person-high speakers from behind the bar, one inside the store and the other facing out from the front of the store.
As soon as the switch was pressed, the deafening song of disowning the relatives immediately started singing,
"He doesn't feel uncomfortable anyway~ As long as he is free~ he doesn't care about my feelings ohhhh~wow~"