Chapter 122: Steamed Bun, Are You Not Envious?

I can only say that goblins' cunning is ingrained in their bones; one moment they're merrily entertaining the host, the next they start quietly planting mines.

He brought it up on purpose, actually just to embarrass Ji Ming.

When a person is mired in shame, guilt, and other negative emotions, even if they have confidence and reason on other topics, their speech and actions will inevitably become a bit weak.

At the same time, this is a so‑called overt scheme; many people, even when they see the trap, will be at a disadvantage because their skin is too thin.

As a shrewd merchant skilled in negotiation, Lei Nuo is very good at magnifying the opponent's weakness to seize the initiative.

But……

Looking at the little green‑skinned one's feigned excitement, the glints hidden in his eyes, Ji Ming merely shrugged.

"Steamed bun, my charisma is high—aren't you jealous?"

Never mind, I have no shame.

"Haha, you're boring at times……"

Now we can have meat every day, but mixing with a wolf pack means only raw meat, which is hard for an intelligent being to swallow.

This tone… could my shop be haunted?

"The shop across from you that's still under renovation—I saw someone from Sheng Guang Jiao Tang go in this morning."

As everyone knows, the so‑called three major forces are often more than three.

The bizarre werewolf may be individually powerful, but food cannot be conjured out of thin air.

Even the bakery next door constantly has people with baskets coming and going, delivering the pre‑ordered bread to each household in a timely manner.

The next thing is that during the attack on the Clinic, we were captured by that mysterious doctor.

While idly bored, pondering what to eat tomorrow morning, I inadvertently saw a familiar figure standing in the distance.

So the werewolves either have to lead a herd out to graze each day, or follow others on their migrations.

There's no need for him to guess, because Lei Nuo gave the answer in the next second.

Back when we were on the barren plain, although we were supported by subordinate tribes of other races, you can't just eat and drink from them and do nothing at all.

Therefore, before having enough confidence, the players aren't eager to start a war; they are still making final preparations.

After that, three meals a day are overseen, and the food pairings and cooking methods are randomly combined, almost never repeating.

Nevertheless, this is a faction not to be provoked lightly.

After Ji Ming's subtle jab at the goblins' characteristic charisma explosion, Lei Nuo wasn't angry; he merely brushed it off with a joking remark.

He smacked his lips, signaling Ji Ming to come closer.

Lost in thought as dusk fell, Ji Ming instinctively went to the main hall to close the doors.

Although his own luck is bizarre, giving him only odd skills, his premonition has never deceived anyone.

It really hits the younger and brings the older—like the endless kind from grandfathers.

"Damn, why do I have another ominous premonition!?"

Ji Ming raised an eyebrow, feeling a spark of excitement deep inside.

He tucked away the poison gas bomb, then relaxed his tightening fingers, and Ji Ming showed a gentle smile.

Cloi first arranged her wording.

And by early the next morning, that angel returned, delivering a breakfast of fruit and mushroom soup.

Then she took another bite.

After being locked in a pitch‑black cell and tortured for a day and night, she was finally thrown here.

She instantly felt her rear tighten, her nose go numb, and was terrified enough to want to run.

As for the daily duties, it's just strolling along the border, which is far simpler than the previous cattle and sheep herding.

Glancing at the layered ruins in the darkness, Cloi yawned.

Anyway, since it's like this, let it die.

"That's right, now we're quasi‑colleagues; the team must stay united."

He sent a message to Xi Er Wei Ya, and Ji Ming arrived at the north side of the training ground.

Savoring the taste of the just‑finished pan‑seared boneless fish, Cloi couldn't help to lick her lips.

"Excuse me… hello."

The feral beasts multiply, and demonic aura spreads as a mountain rain approaches.

"This is best!"

Originally thinking the wilderness was doomed, but that night the towering terrifying angel delivered a huge platter of grilled fish,

and the one from the Hui Guang Kingdom's Sheng Guang Jiao Tang was among them.

She hesitated briefly.

Ji Ming thought briefly, then pinched his fingers and probed forward a few centimeters.

In just ten minutes, he polished off the entire platter of grilled fish.

—Whether for study or procurement, if one wishes to go to the sick‑tree material shop again, it will probably be much more complicated.

Who the hell knows what she ate during that time! She doesn't dare to recall it in detail, fearing some disgusting memory.

After swallowing the last spoonful of honey, he finally figured out what his inexplicable emo feeling was about.

As for whether these were off‑hand remarks or a slight exchange of details, only the two of them know.

Fine, and still shameless.

Took a bite.

Once busy, not to mention meat, even having a regular meal is difficult.

The mountain has been empty of diners for several days; tomorrow the Clinic will officially resume operations.

Unlike the increasingly dangerous Outer City, night remains an indispensable part of Inner City life.

So he hurriedly carried some raw materials into the decoction room, took out the mortar‑hammer for pounding, and sat on a stool to process the materials.

When he opened the monitor, he realized that although many people were already online, the peak number of online users would still wait until midnight.

"Damn, maybe they just hired a priest to sweep and bless it, just treat it with a calm mind."

Pound the medicine, light the stove, simmer the brew, and close the pot lid.

"The Truffle Family patriarch loves the new whiskey from our cellar; it's out of stock today, I'll invite you to try it another day!"

"Since your Clinic is diagonally opposite, I have to warn you about something…"

Moreover, getting from the Outer City into the Inner City is a relatively difficult task even for a mouse, so Mouse Kid hasn't yet found the doorway to a new home.

In the past, Ji Ming's movements tended to be more grand and expansive; after all, the walls and floor are dark, so splashing out doesn't matter.

And even without a sign yet, thanks to the reputation of Renault Black Rye Beer, the goblin tavern has gradually filled with patrons.

Thus Ji Ming revealed that he was favored by Suo La of the Commercial Union, who wishes to continuously purchase his Rejuvenation Elixir.

He took another piece from the paper bag holding bread, and Ji Ming, leaning against the door, ate it slowly by himself.

Ji Ming finally glanced at the crowd, locked the main door as usual, and after extinguishing the lights, returned to the second floor.

The two seemed to chat idly for a while, but in fact they were still probing each other.

"First, report: what's been happening up north lately?"

Having mastered the whole procedure, Ji Ming quickly filled a crate with Rejuvenation Fourth Generation.

This is his first battle in the Inner City; whether he can make a name for himself depends on this, so he must be fully prepared.

But standing at the doorway and looking out, he realized that although the gloom was the same, pedestrians on the distant main road were not hurrying at all; instead, they were becoming increasingly dense.

Yet when he opened his mouth, his speech was still stiff and incoherent.

"I, every day, rotate through multiple positions to stand guard and repeatedly check the opponent's movements."

Therefore, the various factions won't try to provoke them, and when conflicts arise, they will try to give them a bit of face.

The goblin's face showed a rare seriousness, speaking each word deliberately and earnestly.

The server quickly came over with a tray, and then it was a round of clinking glasses, drinking and dining.

"Ah, right, right, right."

【Send me a message when the battle officially kicks off; I want to watch it personally】

Cloi repeatedly affirmed, but the hair standing up all over her body still revealed her current mood.

Without a crowd of little animals watching his work, Ji Ming could even feel a hint of loneliness amid the monotonous clacking.

Sated with drink and food, he left two bottles of Rejuvenation Third Generation and departed the tavern.

After three rounds of drinks, everyone else flushed, but Renault's green face turned even greener.

It was six o'clock in the evening, the moment when night fell over both worlds and the dungeon began to buzz with activity.

Ji Ming first opened the map and glanced at it, noticing that almost all players were gathered in the village, with no sign of moving east for now.

It's just that they are either too weak or not really involved in power struggles, so they seem a bit "gentle."

Later, the Werewolf Tribe suffered a upheaval; she fled all the way to Heisen Territory and disguised herself as the Black Wolf King.

Because they usually just develop their followers peacefully and don't actively expand the church's sphere of influence.

Renault also revealed that he seized the opportunity, investing money and manpower into a wave of the Adventurers' Guild.

Could it be that all this was the calm before the storm, and something huge is about to arrive?

In Sunlight City, besides the Commercial Union, Adventurers' Guild, and Mercenary Alliance, many other factions also exist.

But looking at the tidy, bright new walls and spotless smooth floor, the suddenly higher sanitary standards made him a bit uneasy, even causing his pounding motions to shrink slightly.

"How nice, everyone has a bright future!"

In the end, he clenched his teeth and hardened his heart.

"Incredible, what a fantastical world."

"Observe carefully, then observe seriously, but the final conclusion is, uh, nothing."

Besides the usual ferocious beasts, strange creatures made of twigs and leaves also roam here; deeper inside, a huge demonic wolf stands on a stone platform,

There's food, drink, and even fishing; being imprisoned here is still better than the harsh original world.

Since it was a friendly reminder, Ji Ming smiled and thanked them once or twice.

Later, he was infected by demonic aura…

"Even to say… maybe it's a bit quieter than before?"

Although he hadn't used up all the raw materials, looking at the storage room that had doubled in size and emptiness, Ji Ming realized another problem.

"Thanks to a friend who handles taxes, otherwise I couldn't have moved so quickly."

But at the final moment, he still forced himself to control his body, making no rash moves.

Cloi sniffed while seriously pondering for two hours, wondering whether there was any poison.

Should she schedule a fixed day each week to go to the Outer City for business, or quickly find a way to develop a reliable supply channel in the Inner City?