Chapter 122 A Fulfilling Daily Life
It was autumn, and the warm woods were brewing a little dry.
In an area covered by a soundproof barrier in the woods, Taibesha's face flushed and her lips slightly parted. The strange noises in the woods made Mu Hua feel a little uncomfortable.
"Boom~ Boom~"
The multifunctional tow truck like a chariot crushed a pile of rough wood. . .
The big tree fell, and the tree had turned into debris before it fell to the ground. The dust filter can keep the air clear, but the rumbling noise still made Mu Hua frown.
Well, the woods behind the hotel are also private land under the hotel's circle, and now they should belong to Mu Hua in name.
The martial arts field and hangar are being built here, and the main force for clearing the site is the tow truck bought by Taibesha.
A field 500 meters long and wide, paved with sand and soil.
With a multifunctional tow truck, the cleaning efficiency is very high even in an environment with a lot of trees.
After clearing the land needed for the martial arts field and the hangar, unless someone asks Taibesha to rent a car, otherwise, this tow truck will probably be covered in dust in the hangar for a long time.
It's not like buying a farming machine with subsidies. Mu Hua doesn't like this tow truck.
At this time, Taibesha and Mu Hua came to the construction site. Taibesha was excited not because of the efficiency of the tow truck, which she had praised several times.
With the cooperation of Mu Hua, Taibesha put her spiritual imprint on the constructed skeleton general in front of her.
The tall and fierce skeleton general took heavy steps and stood by Taibesha.
"You really created a constructed undead. You really know how to transform skeletons?" Taibesha was a little excited, not only because she got the constructed undead, but mainly because this constructed undead was made by Mu Hua.
What does this represent? This represents... money~!
Well, Taibesha is not so otherworldly. In Taibesha's eyes, the skeleton general in front of her is all shiny demon gold coins.
"The shape is perfect."
"The structure should be fine."
"Skeleton, dead bones. Um... Is this the skeleton of a real skeleton general?"
"Have you been hunting skeleton generals these days? With this matching degree, you directly annihilated the soul of a skeleton general?"
"Using the soul of bones? That's not right, the soul of bones can also cause physical damage."
After the excitement, Taibesha patted the skeleton general and commented on it with a worried expression.
High-end goods, Taibesha judged from her own experience that the skeleton general in front of her was definitely a high-end product.
Being able to make such a thing, Mu Hua is a rooster that can lay golden eggs.
What reserve funds, what war supplies, what arms and weapons, can make such a thing, are those things still a problem?
The light of gold coins flashed in Taibesha's beautiful eyes.
"I made the dead bones. If you want to get rich from this, forget it. The cost is too high and the cost-effectiveness is not suitable." Mu Hua shook his head.
How could he not understand Taibesha's thoughts? He had thought about these, but the skeleton general consumed a lot of ashes and soul fragments.
Moreover, the constructed undead did not grow, nor were they summoned beasts.
They could not condense dead energy, repair their own damage, and did not have the strong life-saving ability of normal undead. The only advantage was probably that they were not affected by the undead bondage.
But for a necromancer who mastered derivative magic, the cost-effectiveness of the constructed undead was really not high. It was barely a substitute product when soul fragments were lacking.
"Is that so? Making low-level constructed undead is also very energy-consuming. Then can you make a centipede death sickle?" Taibesha said unwillingly.
The centipede death sickle, like the bone fang, is a more mature constructed undead. However, it is larger in size and shaped like a centipede, and is usually put into large-scale wars.
The cost is high, the workmanship is complicated, and the group battle effect is significant, but the centipede death sickle is like a chariot among the constructed undead, and a large number of cannon fodder are needed to assist and guard it.
Otherwise, the cost of repairing a broken leg is enough to make the ruler cry for a long time.
Mu Hua twitched his mouth. Taibesha looked exquisite, but this girl seemed to prefer bigger and stronger.
"First, train your skeleton general well, and then talk about those later. If I can make a death sickle, I might as well make a bone dragon." Mu Hua said unhappily.
"Hehe, if you can make a bone dragon, I will give you the position of group leader and follow you in the future." Taibesha laughed.
"Oh, goodbye, by the time you pull out a team, my magic dragon will be derived." Mu Hua shook his head teasingly.
Taibesha liked the skeleton general that Mu Hua gave her very much. Although Mu Hua said that this was a compensation for her, she completely regarded this skeleton general as a gift from Mu Hua.
Mu Hua was in a very good mood just after coming out of the Abyss Island.
The two of them quarreled, and in a blink of an eye, Taibesha forgot about Mu Hua's disappearance for a few days.
Let Taibesha get familiar with the Skeleton General, and Mu Hua left this noisy environment. When seeing the tow truck, Mu Hua always subconsciously thought of getting funding. . .
The newly made constructed undead was very mechanized because the internal ghost had its consciousness erased.
However, they have a little learning ability, and through the teaching of the ruler, they can adapt to some more standardized commands.
Attack, defense, cooperation, guard, follow, etc., all these need to be taught by Taibesha to the constructed skeleton general.
Mu Hua only regards the constructed undead as cannon fodder, so he is too lazy to ask about the teaching.
The day passed quickly, and Mu Hua entered the Abyss Island as usual at night.
The fishing rod is gone, and he can't make a black-armored skeleton general. Mu Hua feels that it is a waste to be a low-level skeleton undead.
Refining medicine, meditating, exercising, grilling meat, planting flowers, and weeding, Mu Hua returned to his early daily life.
With the increase of his own strength, the time on the Abyss Island seems not so boring.
There seems to be countless dormant knowledge in his mind that can be read.
The magic circle engraved on the soul guides Mu Hua to familiarize himself with the construction of the spell module over and over again.
In the day-to-day practice, Mu Hua occasionally reveals a little scholarly temperament.
The morning of the human world came, Mu Hua picked a basket of ripe magic fruits and left the Abyss Island.
After leaving the room, the long corridor on the third floor of the hotel was silent.
There seemed to be voices on the second floor, as if they were complaining about the soft pillow.
Mu Hua went down to the first floor and looked around the hall, but did not see Deman.
"Iron Head, go find Deman." Mu Hua patted a wandering life puppet and ordered.
"Correction, individual number 006."
The life puppet emphasized again that Mu Hua called its name wrong, but it seemed that it had long since stopped expecting Mu Hua to realize his mistake. When the life puppet said this, it went to look for Deman on its own.
Deman's residence was on the first floor, and he had renovated his own room in the staff dormitory area.
Mu Hua had seen it earlier. The villa-like suite was connected to the outdoor swimming pool on the side of the hotel. The fat man's determination to retire in the hotel was not just talk.
After a moment of waiting, Deman appeared in front of Mu Hua with a life puppet by his side.
"Mu, you can't call all the living puppets Iron Head, they are very sad, and this will seriously affect their work efficiency."
"Oh, sorry, you make me a little face-blind, or I can transform you into magical life in the future, and then give you a nice name." Mu Hua said casually to the living puppet next to Deman.
"Boss, your promise is very insincere. 006 expects you to transform me into a bionic puppet first, which may be more friendly to your wallet." The living puppet complained and turned around to clean the first floor.
Although they are mechanical bodies, these living puppets are not simple machines.
In fact, these living puppets have their own souls, metal bodies, mechanical structures, and low-level magical brains. Although they look a bit cheap, they can be said to be the prototypes of magical life.
"Mu, if you have time to think about magic life, you might as well learn more about the guests."
"Even if you forget the purpose of Dandelion's business, we always have to report some information every year." Deman muttered, and saw a basket of fruits next to Mu Hua.
"Magic fruit?" Deman picked up an apple and asked curiously.
"Well, sell it in the hotel." Mu Hua nodded.
Although magic fruits are much more expensive than ordinary fruits, Mu Hua didn't think about making money from them. The main reason is that the fruit trees on the Abyss Island bear fruits quickly, and they can't be eaten if they are not processed.
"Goddess of Justice, BOSS, do you finally know to care about the operation of the hotel?" Deman screamed exaggeratedly.
"Hotel? Isn't it Deman Hotel?" Mu Hua raised his eyebrows.
"If you don't like it, we can change the sign." Deman spread his hands.
"Hehe, keep it, as long as you like it." Mu Hua shook his head and chuckled.
Whether it's the Deman Hotel or the Dandelion Inn, Mu Hua doesn't really feel a sense of belonging here.
Let alone the magic fruit, Mu Hua is not in the mood to manage the Constructed Undead now, or he doesn't have the heart to manage it now.
Without fulfilling the promise with Samantha, Mu Hua will always feel like a dependent.
Perhaps after doing what Samantha has asked him to do, he will find a home, and then his life, business, and everything will be on track.
Well, anyway, Mu Hua has probably been thinking about this all along. . .
But, by the way, did Samantha make any promises to him?