Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 357 The Wisdom of Mortals

The old coachman twisted the thing in his hand, put it in his mouth and licked it, his eyes became more and more surprised.

At the same time, Mr. Logist on the second floor of the hotel adjusted the angle of the scene in the crystal ball to the maximum, and he also looked confused.

He felt... something in the box, it seemed, could, probably... a bit like rice bran.

Rice bran, whether it is in the lower universe or here, is usually used to mix and feed livestock, or stuffed into cloth bags as pillows.

In a calamity year, it can satisfy hunger.In fact, after deducting most of the harvest that needs to be handed over to the upper urban area, the people in the lower urban area will always eat this food for dozens of days a year.

In the final analysis, rice bran is nothing but the broken and ground seed husks of grains such as rice.The taste is extremely bad, the taste is rough, and the throat is irritated.But it can indeed fill the stomach, and it also has basic nutrition to keep people alive.

For the residents of the lower city, although it is not a good thing, it is definitely useful.

The question is, what is the reason for such a lowly thing to be transported with such fanfare by the lady who knows things like a god?

And what is the purpose of hoarding so many quantities in the lower city?

In the backyard, the old driver unbelievingly opened the second box, and then the third box.He deliberately selected the experiment with the largest difference in shape and size, and the results were without exception. The wooden boxes were all filled with rice bran.

After being stunned for a long time, the old coachman was startled by the news of someone getting up at night in the hotel and came back to his senses.

He hastily tore a piece of paper from his arms, wrapped the rice bran leaking out of the box into a paper bag the size of a fingernail, wrapped it up, and tied it tightly with a straw rope.

Then, from his close pocket, he took out a fat... hamster?
The little guy's two round black eyes are shining with the light of wisdom.It sniffed the small paper package wrapped in rice bran, and then flexibly used its two front paws to take out a large pile of messy food from melon seeds to millet.

In a blink of an eye, the fat mouse head became thinner.Then, it stuffed the small paper bag in the old driver's hand into the vacated space in its mouth, and propped the mouse's head back to its normal shape.

The old coachman showed a fatherly smile to the hamster, and gently stroked the shiny down on its back with his fingers.The little guy rubbed the old coachman's fingers in a very humane way, and disappeared into the night in a flash.

Another half day later, Lord Logiste's convoy arrived at the handover point arranged by Ms. Gaisha.Usually, he would just leave the stall and leave first, but this time he kept an eye out and followed to see.

The craftsman gang didn't intend to stop them at all, and let Mr. Logist follow with the old coachman and a few other cronies.

They carried the wooden box through the narrow alley by hand to a small courtyard, and then knocked on the box cover in several different directions regularly to open the cover.

The contents of the box did not surprise Mr. Logist, because it was not some precision instrument wrapped in rice bran as a buffer, but pure rice bran.

When the craftsman gang moved the box, many people had already surrounded it.They each brought their own pockets or pots and bowls, and within an hour they cleaned up a large box of rice bran.

Lord Logist was stunned.Just... that's it?
At the same time, Earl Consramur looked at the opened paper bag in the old butler's hand, his expression was not the same as that of Mr. Logist.

A slender and sharp nail grew out of his left index finger at some point, long like an ice pick and as hard as steel, piercing through a fat hamster that was still twitching, and nailing it to the wooden table.

"Have you seen it? What the hell did they do?" Count Consramue seemed to be disturbed from sleep by the sudden arrival of information, with serious dark circles under his eyes and a gloomy face.

Of course, no one is sure about this conjecture, because the old guy usually has the same dead face when he is in high spirits.

"My lord, if I'm not mistaken, this thing may be rice bran. Of course, the specific conclusion can only be confirmed after the test." The hale and hearty old housekeeper replied carefully.

Obviously, he also knew that this answer would not satisfy the master.

"What is that?" The earl was taken aback for a moment, the Speaker of the House of Commons was obviously very unfamiliar with the corresponding knowledge.

The old housekeeper Laiji organized his language and explained: "The feed for livestock can be eaten by people who are extremely hungry.

It may be due to the poor harvest of the following farms this year, and the sudden increase in the proportion of high-grade blood wheat in the orders we received. As a result, some people may not be able to survive the next harvest after handing in the supplies this time. "

"This is the first time I've heard of it. Have you calculated how many people will die? Do you need to introduce desolate people?" The old earl touched his sharp and thin chin, wondering:
"So...those two ladies are here to do good deeds? Missionaries of the Knights of the Holy Light, do good deeds remain anonymous? Or are they naive enough to think that buying the hearts of mortals can threaten the rule of Doufanbaier?"

"There won't be too many people who will starve to death. Last season's harvest was good, and most of those mortals have a little surplus. The four major gangs will coordinate themselves, but there is no need for adults to intervene,"

The old housekeeper hesitated, but finally decided to speak out: "Actually, there is one more obvious problem."

"Shut up if you have something to say." The count said angrily.Thinking of Zhen Cheng's possible attempt made him very anxious.

"Your Excellency should know that the land of Van Baer has long been soaked in by the Dao of the Holy Emperor, the ancestor of the gods, and now it is the only terracotta in the heavens and ten thousand domains.

Only on such land can the production of blood wheat and other Vanbia specialties crops be planted.Ordinary grains and miscellaneous grains grow on the terracotta soil, and they will naturally absorb blood energy.

Long-term consumption can improve the physique and even the blood of mortals, making the strength, physique, and even the affinity of arcana of the people of Vanbia far stronger than that of mortals in the underlying universe.

But these rice brans... I can't feel any trace of blood energy from them.Although the final conclusion still has to wait for the test results, I can basically conclude that this is not something produced by Van Baer. "

"That is to say, this is not just a show, but a premeditated political conspiracy? Then... what about the two ladies who popped up suddenly? At least you have found out their details, right?"

A drop of sweat dripped from the forehead of the butler Laiji: "The subordinates have tried their best to investigate, but nothing has been gained.

They just popped out of nowhere.The barriers from the lower city to the wasteland and the upper city are clearly recorded, and there is no trace of passive hands or feet.

They are either born and raised in the lower city, which is of course impossible.Or... It's coming from the established teleportation circle. "

　I don’t know if anyone has ever seen hamsters do similar actions. Xiaoyun has seen them do such things with his own eyes when raising them before. It’s quite interesting.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)