Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
When Andrew thought of this, his heart skipped a beat.
He felt that hunting demon plants seemed to be a way to make a fortune.
Just the life essence alone was worth 300,000 strengthening points.
There was also its demon core worth 100,000.
The reward for killing it was 50,000.
All in all, killing a demon plant netted him a total of 450,000.
And that storage ring and the wealth inside it were also worth 500,000 strengthening points.
Andrew estimated that the most valuable one among them should be that supreme spiritual power clone.
Unfortunately, it was blown up by Clayton.
Otherwise...
âDamn it!
âWhen I form my Golden Dan in the future, sooner or later, Iâll find Clayton to pay back this loss!â
Andrew counted the spoils of war again.
Then, he rode his sword and returned to Boston City.
He had just returned to the villa and hadnât had time to shower or sleep yet when Charles called.
He sounded anxious
âAndrew, where are you?
âJust now, Deputy Chief Chris called. He said he has something urgent to talk to you!â
âAh?â
Andrew was stunned for a moment. He answered, âI just went to the wilderness and came back home. What did he want to talk to me about?
âI asked him to arrange for me to send the materials for forging the divine weapons. Did he send them to me?â
Charles was stunned.
He had asked the question first.
Why did the topic suddenly change to the materials for forging divine weapons?
He asked subconsciously, âAndrew, did you get a demon core again?â
After asking, Charles gave himself a loud slap.
PA!
Damn it.
He really had a cheap mouth.
Wasnât this giving Andrew some room to show off?
He was about to be struck by Andrew again.
âYes!
âI got one!â
Andrew answered truthfully.
On the other end of the phone, when Charles heard Andrew say that he only got one demon core, he actually felt relieved.
He smiled and said, âNot bad. Your efficiency is already very high. Many ninth-grade warriors who go to the wilderness might not even be able to get a seventh-grade demon core even after waiting for half a year!
âOh right. I havenât used my divine weapon forging materials yet. Why donât I bring them over for you to use first?
âWhen the other divine weapon forging materials arrive, Iâll start forging divine weapons as well!â
âThis... wonât do!â
âWhy not?â Charles acted magnanimous as he said, âIn any case, this grandmaster will give away the divine weapon forging materials for free.
âIf it werenât for you, I wouldnât even be able to get the demon core. It wouldnât be a problem to forge the divine weapon two days later.â
At this time, Andrew asked in surprise, âCould it be that the materials used to forge the divine weapon for the ninth-grade demon core are the same as the seventh-grade demon core?
âI saw that the compressed document for forging the divine weapon mentioned something similar. It doesnât seem to be the same!â
...
Charlesâs expression suddenly froze. He asked involuntarily, âWhat?
âTop-grade demon core?
âNinth-grade!â
Andrew was about to say something when he heard the sound of âDu du du!â coming from the side of his ear...
The phone was hung up.
He frowned in surprise. âWhat is Charles doing? He always hangs up on me!â
...
In the Boston Martial Arts Administration, Charles was staring at the scenery outside the French window with one hand covering his heart.
He felt a stabbing pain.
This Kid Andrew, every time he spoke, his heart would be pierced.
Damn it, he was only 18 years old.
How could he let people live like this?
If he wasnât a martial arts grandmaster and had good physical fitness, he would have wanted to go to the hospital for a check-up to see if he had a heart attack.
This heart, being stimulated day and night, who could bear it?
At this moment, Andrew called him.
Charles threw his phone on the sofa. He didnât want to answer it.
âDamn it!
âIâve decided that I will never talk to Andrew about training in the future!â
He thought in his heart.
When his phone rang for the second time, Charles gritted his teeth and picked up the phone.
âCharles, is the signal not good on your end? Why do you keep cutting off the call?
âI still have something I need your help with!â
âI just went to the bathroom.â Charles was a little embarrassed. He couldnât say that he didnât want to answer the call.
He could only force an awkward smile and say, âAndrew, in the future, as long as itâs not about cultivation, you can just ask anything.â
âNot about cultivation?â Andrew muttered and then smiled, âDonât worry, Chief Charles. This matter has absolutely nothing to do with training.
âI just have a question. I want to ask you, does our Boston have a shoe factory?â
âA shoe factory?â Charles was a little surprised. He said, âThereâs a shoe factory in Boston, near the edge of the wilderness. By the way, why are you asking this?â
Andrew said truthfully.
âI want to learn how to make shoes. Chief Charles, you also know that the shoes of warriors are too easy to break. I just happened to get a few divine weapons today. I want to melt them and make two pairs of divine shoes!â
F*ck!
Charlesâs expression changed.
He resisted the urge to hang up the phone.
He gritted his teeth and asked again, âAndrew, what did you do today?â
âAnother ninth-grade demon core and a few divine weapons.
âI originally only wanted to hunt two seventh-grade demon beasts and get two demon core to play with.
âI just didnât expect to meet the two eighth-grade Venerables of the Heavenly God Sect sect who attacked me previously.
âI killed them and went to the broken town. In the end, I met Black Panther King, Seventh Elder of the Heavenly God Sect, the Elm King of the Great Dong Mountain, and some Guardian Bond. Their ambush...
âThen, I fought back. As soon as I made a move, I killed them all.â
âSo, I got some spoils of war. Itâs that simple.â
That simple...
It was that simple?
When Charles heard it, he took a deep breath.
But in the end, he could not hold it in and directly hung up the phone.
Du du!
Du du!
A busy tone was heard when the phone was hung up.
Andrew couldnât help but curse in his heart. Whatâs going on with this Charles?â
âHe hung up the phone again...
âForget it. I know where the shoe factory is anyway. Iâll go there myself.â
Soon, in the open space between Boston City and the wilderness, there were many factories in the industrial area.
It was easy to find one that fulfilled his requirements.
About 30 minutes later, Andrew carried a box with 100,000 cash in it.
He walked into the general managerâs office of the shoe factory and threw the money on the table with great ease.
Andrew explained why he had come.
In just three minutes, the best master in the shoe factory showed Andrew the whole assembly line.
And he taught Andrew all his knowledge and skills.
Andrew listened...