Chapter 195: Warhammer: What Do You Mean You Conquered the Zerg

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

In the distance, voices still came from inside the tavern.

The people inside did not yet know what had happened outside.

Lin En wrapped A Wen's head in cloth and tucked it at his waist, then bent to pick up a scrap machete.

"What do we do next?" he asked.

Yaduoduo swallowed.

Its voice still trembled, but its tone had changed.

"Take... take A Wen's head to Little One."

Lin En nodded.

Yaduoduo took a deep breath, turned, and walked toward Little One's territory.

Lin En followed behind it, carrying that head, walking through the night.

After a few steps, Yaduoduo suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

"One against seven," it said.

"Hmm?"

"Then you..." It paused, as if choosing its words.

"Do you want to be that officer yourself?"

Lin En smiled almost imperceptibly.

"My Big Boss will always be you."

After saying that, he continued walking forward, leaving Yaduoduo flustered in the wind.

In his peripheral vision, the system interface kept refreshing affection levels.

The two carried A Wen's head toward Little One's territory.

Yaduoduo walked in front, feeling even the smell of squig dung had become sweet.

Suddenly, it stopped.

"We can't just go like this," it said, its eyeballs rolling.

"Going empty-handed, Little One won't take us seriously."

Lin En also stopped his steps, waiting for it to continue.

Yaduoduo stood in place for a moment, then slapped its thigh:

"First go to A Wen's outpost! That guy has been an officer for about three months, he must have saved up plenty of teeth!"

Lin En nodded; this little fart spirit was more clever than he had imagined.

A Wen's outpost was beside the Muscle Sikug District, very close to the fence, convenient for paying wages.

It was a two-story building made of scrap iron sheets and wooden planks; though also dilapidated, it was dozens of times larger than Yaduoduo's hut.

Several strings of dried squig tails hung above, serving as A Wen's "signboard."

A few night watch lackeys stood at the doorway, clutching sticks and broken blades, dozing against the wall.

Hearing footsteps, they jolted awake and grabbed their weapons.

"Who? Stop!"

Yaduoduo puffed out its chest and held up A Wen's head.

In the moonlight, that head still dripping blood was clearly visible, the lower half of its face gone, eyes wide open.

The lackeys saw Yaduoduo's face, and the faintly visible purple figure behind it.

Those lackeys who had fled back from the tavern had already spread the news.

A Wen had been killed by a purple monster under Yaduoduo's command, his head torn off alive, blood spraying everywhere.

Their faces instantly turned pale, they threw down their weapons and ran.

In less than ten seconds, all the lackeys in the outpost had run off, not even bothering to close the door.

Lin En and Yaduoduo walked straight into the outpost with swagger.

A Wen's office was on the second floor, piled full of miscellaneous things.

Rags, bones, rusty parts, broken blades.

The air smelled of mold and fermenting alcohol, stinging the eyes.

Yaduoduo began rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

It first pulled out an iron box containing dozens of ordinary teeth.

"These are the remaining wages for the workers," it said, casually pouring the teeth into its own pocket.

Teeth were hidden everywhere: under the table, under the bedboards, in broken jars in the corners.

But they were all scattered ordinary teeth, and together there weren't many.

Lin En frowned.

A guy who had been an officer for so long, and this was all his property? It didn't make sense.

Yaduoduo was not discouraged; it lay on the ground, knocking on the floorboards.

When it knocked on a wooden plank, the sound was clearly wrong.

Below was empty.

The two pried open the wooden planks, revealing a narrow staircase leading down to a cellar.

The cellar was not large, but inside, three wooden crates were neatly arranged.

The crates were converted from ammunition crates, stamped with the Human Empire's insignia, worn until illegible.

Yaduoduo opened the first crate and was instantly stunned.

Inside was a crate full of teeth.

Not ordinary goods, but premium teeth of fine quality.

Each was whole and unblemished, gleaming yellow, like small pieces of gold.

One such tooth was worth at least three ordinary teeth.

It opened the second and third crates; both were filled with premium teeth.

Three wooden crates, at least fifteen hundred premium teeth.

Yaduoduo stood before the crates, trembling uncontrollably.

It looked down at the necklace of stone-ground false teeth around its neck, then at the true premium teeth in the crates.

Before the premium teeth, that string of false teeth was like a firefly contending with the bright moon.

Afterwards it jumped into a wooden crate, burying itself in the pile of teeth, and burst into tears.

It did not wail aloud, but wept silently.

Its tears fell on the teeth, washing them brighter.

Its shoulders heaved, its thin body curled into a ball among the teeth.

"I never thought..." Its voice broke off.

"I never thought I could have so many teeth..."

Lin En stood at the cellar entrance, watching it quietly.

He wondered what this fart sprite would do after possessing so much wealth.

Would it hide them like a miser, or take them out to squander?

Or... have other plans?

Yaduoduo lay among the teeth for a long time.

It held the teeth, counting them one by one.

One thousand five hundred and thirty-one premium teeth in total.

Its eyes shone, its face smeared with snot and tears.

But it did not remain lost in ecstasy.

After a long while, it closed the crates one by one, clapped its hands, and took a deep breath.

Lin En noticed its gaze had changed.

Like someone poor for a lifetime who suddenly won millions in the lottery, not mad, not foolish.

But thinking how to turn this money into more money.

He nodded with satisfaction.

After crawling out of the cellar, Yaduoduo took out a handful of ordinary teeth it had just grabbed.

Then it went outside the outpost and shouted loudly:

"Come help me carry the crates! Pay, two ordinary teeth!"

The voice spread through the night, echoing among the debris piles and broken sheds.

The hidden fart sprites poked their heads out and looked at each other.

Two teeth? Just carrying crates, this deal is worth it!

Soon, six bold fart sprites ran over, crowding before Yaduoduo, nodding and bowing.

Yaduoduo picked two sturdy ones to guard the outpost, and the other four to carry the crates.

Four fart sprites carried two wooden crates, one thousand premium teeth, following behind Yaduoduo.

Lin En walked further behind, his purple figure blending into the night, like a nonexistent wisp of mist.

Yaduoduo walked at the front, with steady steps.

It hummed a little tune, off-key, but sang happily:

"Teeth are the hero's gall~~~"

It did not bring all three crates, leaving one in the outpost's cellar.

Lin En watched its back, thinking he had not chosen the wrong person.

In the world of Green Skins, greed is instinct,

restraint is skill.