Chapter 142 Mutated Griffin Egg

After the two dressed up, they wandered around the business camp.

Compared with more than four months ago, this place has almost become a commercial town, with everything available for food, drink and entertainment.

Half an hour later, Welin and Kyle arrived at the twenty-third stall.

It's called a stall, but it's actually an open-air shop, crowded with people who come to pick up the missing items.

"How do you buy this?" Weilin came to a wooden counter and asked the clerk.

"Sir, this is a blind box launched by my master. You only need six gold coins to choose one to take home." The clerk saw Weilin's dress and immediately introduced it enthusiastically.

"Oh, what kind of treasures are there, so expensive?" Weilin asked curiously, looking at the carefully packaged wooden box.

Seeing that the other party was interested in buying, the clerk immediately promoted: "Sir, you don't know something. These boxes contain treasures restored from Gray Mango, specialties from the central region, and magic materials from the eastern coastal areas. They are worth the money." , you will never suffer any loss.”

Weilin glanced at Kyle calmly, and he immediately understood and took out thirty gold coins and placed them on the counter.

"Sir, please quote the number you want, and I will take it out for you." The clerk accepted the gold coin and said respectfully.

"The third, seventh, eleventh, fifteenth and twenty-third boxes."

After hearing this, the clerk took out the corresponding boxes one by one and handed them to Kyle.

"Sir, do you want me to open it for you?"

When Weilin heard what the other party said, he immediately declined: "No, I don't like others opening things that belong to me."

"Excuse me, my lord, I have offended you a little."

Seeing the other party apologizing, Weilin said nothing more. Since he had achieved his goal, why would he still stay here?

After wandering around for another two hours, he entered a hotel, took off his disguise, handed five boxes to his subordinates waiting in the next room, and carried them back to his store pretending to be food.

I don’t know if the other party will follow me, so the best policy is to be careful.

However, it was clear that Weilin was overthinking it. After the business records were reported to Shop No. 23, the Harkes nobleman in charge just smiled contemptuously.

"Those bad guys were bought by one person." Thomas Hux hugged a half-elf and asked the store manager.

"Yes, sir, that nobleman picked five new blind boxes at once, three of which are the bad guys you brought back."

"Hahaha, what a fool. I really want to see the other party look so angry."

"Okay, come on down, I'm going to do serious business."

"Yes, my lord."

The store manager had the good sense to exit the backyard and ordered the door to be guarded so that Thomas Hux was not disturbed.

On the other side, Weilin bought some interesting things around and put them back in his store.

The rush of customers almost filled the front yard, and a large number of nobles waved their golden tickets, hoping to buy the ice blue potion.

Through publicity and the personal testing of many injured nobles, the valuable value of this new potion has been determined.

"grown ups."

When Duke, the business leader here, saw Weilin coming in, he stopped recording work in his hands, put his left hand on his right chest and saluted.

"How's it going?"

"There are many nobles buying. Even if my subordinates add twenty gold coins per bottle, they still can't stop their enthusiasm for buying."

After hearing this, Weilin was a little surprised: "So crazy."

"Sir, it can relieve pain and heal wounds at the same time. There are magic potions that can achieve this effect. In addition, these little nobles have no channels to buy them, so they basically take this opportunity to stock up."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Duke has done a good job, so there is no need for him to intervene. He can just let the other party handle it with confidence and boldness.

Back in the backyard, Verin couldn't wait to take out the five beautifully wrapped boxes.

He placed the three mutated griffin eggs on the table alone, pointed at the other two boxes and said to Kyle: "These two are given to you. What you get out of them depends on your luck."

"Really, Lord." Kyle asked with some uncertainty.

"Then there is still a holiday?"

Weilin, who knew the rules well, nodded indifferently.

Then, Kyle couldn't wait to open the box on the spot.

The first wooden box was opened, and an ordinary pearl appeared in front of the two people.

Kyle picked it up and looked at it carefully and found that the pearl was an ordinary coastal product and had nothing else.

Then, unwilling to give up, he opened the second wooden box, which contained a book.

When I opened it, I found that it was not the extraordinary knowledge I imagined, but just an ordinary book of poetry, worthless at all.

"Aren't you disappointed?"

Hearing his master's words, Kyle said angrily: "These thieves only have six gold coins in a box and these things are in it. It's a shame these people can think of it."

"Don't mention it. People in the Harkes family are still so short-sighted. Other families really can't do this kind of thing. It wouldn't be surprising to them." Weilin said unceremoniously.

"Then you still want to buy it, my lord?" Kyle was a little confused after hearing this.

Weilin smiled mysteriously, pointed to the three wooden boxes on the table and said, "Of course there are treasures in them, otherwise you would think that I would buy such things. I am not stupid."

"You will have someone take out the contents later and keep them well until we return to the territory."

"Yes."

That afternoon, Verin returned to the Brazil A camp with three mutated gryphon eggs.

Two days later, the third transportation mission arrived as scheduled.

The 13th Transportation Battalion once again embarked on the road to deliver supplies to the Sixth Army.

Half a month later, when he arrived at the headquarters of the Sixth Army again, Verin clearly felt that the Sixth Army was somewhat relaxed compared to the serious atmosphere before.

As soon as Verin came out of the Sixth Army's logistics director's office, he met Krell head-on.

"Weilin, I'm here." Krel picked up the wine and packed food in his hand and smiled at Weilin.

"Kyle, I'll leave these to you first."

Verin handed the document in his hand to Kyle and led Krel to the camp where he was resting.

As soon as the two sat down, Krell opened the package and put the marinated beef on the plate. Verin opened the bottle and started pouring wine.

"Is the first phase of the war coming to an end?"

"Almost, in early July, the first-line troops will begin to retreat, and in mid-July, the second-line troops will begin to retreat." Krell picked up a piece of beef with his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"What are your plans next?" Weilin took a sip of wine and asked.

"According to my father's arrangements, there is a high probability that I will stay on and be responsible for the exchange students in Ashe Magic Kingdom."

"What a job!"

"That's good, but there won't be any leisure time in the next three years." Krell said with a wry smile.

"By the way, what about you? What are your plans."