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Chapter 7 Damn Capitalist
  This is a bit of White Plague’s bad taste. After all, the game is called [Rise of Dawn]. When the open beta starts, this place will definitely be crowded with players.

Walking into the pharmacy, the layout inside is very simple. The store of about 300 square meters is filled with various mechanical models. The front of each model is isolated by a glass cover, with a simple name and price on the glass.

In the center of the store is a metal and glass counter, which contains many colorful potions.

Behind the counter, a screen with a full sense of science fiction is playing some pictures, which are 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 anyone with electric shock.

This kind of firearm is of no use in this world. Even law enforcers will not use it because it is not cheap and is worth ten gold coins without extraordinary attributes.

No one would spend one-third of a lower-level bronze transcendent’s monthly salary on such a beautiful thing. Except
  Well, the players will arrive in more than a year. Bai Ying thinks that this kind of cool thing will be sold out when it reaches 20 gold coins per hand when they arrive.
  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 the 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 1613 gold coins."

After all, although the boss used her beautiful appearance to attract customers, although the boss did not give her any holidays, although the boss occasionally deducted 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. "

After a pause, Bai Yi suddenly felt a little deaf. He ignored Miss Elf's words and walked very quickly to a metal door. He turned the mechanism and the metal door opened automatically.

He walked in quickly, and after the metal door closed automatically and felt that he was freed from the cold eyes, Bai Bian took a deep breath.

It's terrible. 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 pace and walked into a closed courtyard. The yellowish light illuminated the scene here.

Some twisted-looking mechanical parts are piled in the corner on the right. They are some discarded materials. The reason why they are piled here is that Bai 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.

It was the sound of gears turning 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.

Maybe it's adding gears to some machinery, or maybe it's pounding 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 mage robes whose face he couldn't see clearly came into view.

Bai Bian looked happy and said enthusiastically: "Al, there is a new order, we have to prepare."

Al paused, and the eyes hidden under the hood ignited the flames of his soul. He stared at the white plague, and said in a very hoarse voice: "My summons have been working continuously for 720 hours. You have to give me what you deserve." Some wages."

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 have signed a contract. In exchange for helping you stay in Shia, you have to serve me for ten years." When Orr heard this, he became angry: "Damn it, I He just signed a contract that would serve him for ten years and he would be paid, and he definitely didn’t sign a contract that meant he would not be paid for the first five years.”

Bai Bian said helplessly: "I have written everything 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."

Alpa paused, and the soul fire in his eyes turned scarlet, almost invading 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 summoning can the coordinates of the Shia continent be located.

Almost all the undead want to taste the delicious souls of living creatures, and also want the extremely rich resources on the Shia continent.

Orr obviously 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 a 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.

Pa ta ~ ba la la.
  At this moment, there was a sound of bones colliding, and a skeleton suddenly fell apart inexplicably. The blue flame in the skull was crumbling, and it felt like it was about to go out.

Orr's extremely suppressed anger suddenly exploded: "Damn squeezer, damn capitalist, you will definitely go to hell!"

He turned around angrily, and the necromantic magic power that had been somewhat depleted in his body surged again. The disintegrated skeleton was injected with energy, reassembled, 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: "Mr. Orr, you will have to work hard next. I need to make five hundred energy guns. The materials will arrive in the evening, and then the polishing work will be 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 paid a piece of soul essence every month." Bai Bian had no choice but to say with a pained 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 realize this?
  "Of course it's true." Bai Ying said and started to walk out: "There is just one condition."

"What conditions?" Orr asked quickly. He could grow as long as he had a soul. Although he didn't have time to study magic, he wouldn't be losing magic power every day like now.

"All parts must be polished within three days." After Bai Bian finished speaking, he closed the door and left quickly.

The moment he walked into the passage, a shocking roar came from behind:

"Damn capitalist, I curse you to hell!"

(End of this chapter)