"System, I want a fully automatic printing press. If you don't have one, then I won't do missions anymore." After filling her stomach with milk, Amy asked the System.
"According to the System Manual, the mission rewards are determined by the System. Young Mistress, you can't ask for it …" The real-life experience System decided to struggle a little.
"Then do you think it's appropriate to give me a fireball?" Amy asked with a frown as she played with the small fire dragon in her palm.
System: "…"
If he had posted too many requests for help recently and was restricted by the moderators, he would definitely go to the System Forum and post another request for help.
"Of course, if you can help me level up, then I'll consider not getting a printing press," Amy added.
"Young Mistress, please work hard to complete the mission. The mission to learn how to slap cucumbers has been confirmed — one fully automatic printing press!" the System quickly said.
The requirement to level up was too much. In comparison, a second-hand printing press was nothing.
"Can't help it. My Host is still a baby …"
The System comforted itself, but the more it thought, the angrier it got. "I'm still a baby!"
Amy ran into the kitchen from the back door and looked at Meg happily. "Father, I've already made a wish to the wishing well. It said it would give us the printing press."
"That's great." Meg was all smiles. He had saved tens of thousands of copper coins.
Thinking about it this way, the System was still quite useful.
The God of Cooking System: "Brother System, you're really pitiful …"
"Come, let's continue learning how to slap cucumbers. We learned how to slap cucumbers yesterday. Today, we just need to learn how to make the sauce." Meg brought Amy into the kitchen.
Making the sauce didn't require any control of strength, nor did it require any culinary talent. There was a fixed amount of each seasoning.
Amy was a smart child, so she picked it up very quickly.
A portion of cucumbers that were smashed beyond recognition and a bowl of sauce that was not too bad was mixed together. After mixing the two together and putting them into the fridge, a portion of … slightly ugly smashed cucumbers was ready.
[A barely formed slapped cucumber.]
"Ding dong! Young Mistress, congratulations on completing the 'Attack on Cucumber' mission! Reward obtained: a second-hand fully-automated printing press from Nebula M78! "
"The reward can be given out at any time. Because the reward item is too large, it cannot be placed in the well. Young Master, you can choose the location to give it out."
The system's voice rang out in Amy's mind.
"Is that so …" Amy looked up at Meg and said, "Father, the Wishing Well said that the printing press is too big and can't fit it in the well. Where should we put it?"
Meg: "…"
Life experience system: "???"
Oh my god!
I split open …
The awkward silence lasted for three seconds before Meg smiled and said, "Then let him put it in the house next door. That's also our house."
"Okay." Amy nodded.
"Smile and live on." The real-life experience system comforted itself in its heart, and then distributed the second-hand printing machine that it had spent half a day haggling over.
This second-hand nuclear-powered printing press had been in the warehouse of the Multiverse System M78 for many years, so it was given the price of scrap metal.
Of course, dozens of tons of scrap metal was still quite expensive.
But what else could it do?
If it couldn't be moved, Young Master would ask it to provide a power station and a substation … Then it would really have no place to cry.
That's right … Although this was a fantasy world.
There was electricity in this house!
This was a loss …
The real-life experience system's otherworldly experience rating was - 10086.
"Mmm, it tastes great. Amy made it well." Meg tasted the cucumber with garlic sauce made by Amy. Although it looked a little terrible, the taste was still okay.
After all, it was the same recipe, and the steps were the same, so the taste shouldn't be too bad.
"Heehee." A happy smile appeared on Amy's little face.
"Sister Anne, try my cucumber with garlic sauce." Amy carried a plate out of the kitchen and handed a pair of chopsticks to Anne. She looked at her expectantly.
Anne picked up a piece of cucumber with garlic sauce and put it into her mouth. Her eyes immediately curved into crescents. After swallowing the cucumber, she gave Amy a thumbs up.
"Heehee, then I can often make cucumber with garlic sauce for you guys in the future." Amy held the plate and ate with relish. After all, she made it herself, so she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After the little one finished eating, Meg couldn't wait to take Amy to the house next door.
This was originally a restaurant. The hall on the first floor was very spacious, and the things inside had been emptied. It was more than enough to store a printing press.
However, when Meg opened the door, there was nothing inside. There wasn't even a bicycle, let alone a printing press.
"Father, is the printing press like this?" Amy asked as she pointed at a shabby ornament in the corner.
"No. This is just a landscape tree that has died." Mag shook his head. He confirmed again, and indeed, he didn't see any printing press.
"Why don't you communicate with the wishing well again and see if there's any problem with the teleportation?" Meg looked at Amy.
"Okay, then I'll ask." Amy nodded and then said in her mind, Stupid System, where's the printing press? Why isn't there one? Are you lying to us? "
"The reward has been issued …" The System was a little guilty, but there really wasn't any printing press here.
"Why don't … Young Mistress go next door and check again?"
"Father, let's go next door and check. Maybe this is a stupid wishing well." Amy looked at Meg and said.
"Okay, these idiots do often do such things." Meg nodded and pointed Amy to the house next door.
Coincidentally, that was also his house.
The God of Cooking System: "…"
The Life Experience System: "…"
Sure enough, Meg saw the printing press in the house next door.
M78 Nebula's Big Mac.
Its huge five-meter-tall body almost broke through the ceiling.
When Meg saw the nuclear power symbol on the side, he was so shocked that his mouth opened wide and he was speechless for a long time.
What the f * ck … Ultraman Planet was indeed different.
Even nuclear power could be used on a printing press. Was it going to be printed until the end of time?
Meg walked around the Big Mac that took up almost 50 square meters and then picked up a manual in the corner.
As an outstanding graduate of mechanical design, it was not a problem for him to read the manual.
"Father, what's this red button?" Amy's voice came from the side.
Meg looked over and said calmly, "Oh, that's a self-destruct button."
"Can I press it?" Amy asked.
"If Meg presses this button, this street will be gone," Meg said with a smile.
This was still a conservative way of saying it.
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