"More than 3,600 boxes of green cocoa, more than 120 tons. That's enough for ten bases to use for a year and a half. "
In the huge cave, Miranda looked at the old chief with an unfriendly expression. "Inhanio, you've hoarded so many goods, yet you still want to raise the price. You really know how to do business."
"Only a year and a half! Only a year and a half! "The old man pounded the staff in his hand." You said it yourself, only a year and a half. This green cocoa matures for a whole year. Now that your demand for green cocoa is so great, who knows if our production will still be able to keep up after a year and a half? Of course, we have to raise the price!
"Since it's just a demand, we have to control it. Just like how I'll personally help you solve the problem, the price increase cannot exceed two levels," Miranda said firmly, her attitude extremely domineering.
"It's not like you're the one solving the problem …" Inhanio lowered his head and muttered.
"Ah? What did you say? "Miranda pointed at her own ears in dissatisfaction." Say it again? "
"No, no, no … nothing!" Inhanio quickly waved his hand and said with a serious expression, "I'm sorry, Miss Ghoshak, this isn't up to me alone. My clansmen who are in charge of helping to grow the cocoa also have to live, eat, and bear the losses from this siege by the sleepwalkers. So, the price increase has to be at least four levels. "
"We can send some people over to help you expand the cultivation, but I firmly disagree with you releasing danger signals to the market!" Miranda picked up the parchment and said coldly, "At this time, I can't see any signs of panic."
Inhanio laughed and wanted to say something.
However, Miranda was getting impatient. This old man had been wrangling with her for almost three hours, and he was determined to raise the price to a completely unreasonable 40% or more. Not only did this make it difficult for her to persuade him, but it also greatly increased the cost of her time.
She reached out and pressed down on Inhanio's shoulder.
"I said, raise the price by two levels, and we'll find someone to help you grow it. Do you accept this condition? If you don't accept, I can find someone to develop other refreshing medicines."
"This …" Inhaniyeh's sharp eyes caught sight of the wand at the girl's waist. With a bitter face and teary eyes, he said, "Since you've said so, what else can I do? Adebe Ghoshak really has a good granddaughter. She doesn't even bat an eyelid when it comes to bargaining."
"Hmph … Why don't you see how ridiculous your conditions are?"
Miranda removed her hand from Inhanio's shoulder and rolled up the parchment. "Then it's settled. I'll send someone over from the air network tomorrow."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the warehouse.
The middle-aged native standing guard outside the warehouse hurriedly gave Inhanio a meaningful glance. Inhanio was shocked and immediately pulled Miranda back. "Wait … Wait a minute!"
Miranda frowned and looked at him unhappily. "What's wrong? Inhanio, you're not going back on your word, are you? "
"Of course not."
Inhanio's wrinkled old face smiled. "Do you want to take a look at our other inventory? There are better refreshing herbs than green cocoa!"
"This …!" Miranda's eyes widened. "Is there really such a thing?"
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On the sandy ground outside the warehouse, Hoffa clutched his lungs and panted like a cow.
He finally found that damned warehouse. He thought to himself, 'When I find Miranda, I'll have to ask her why it took so long to gather the materials.'
But just as he was about to approach the warehouse, a native man stopped him outside. He covered Hoffa's lips and tried to drag the weak him back to the ceremony.
"Get lost!"
Hoffa slapped his hand away and was about to walk into the warehouse.
The native man did not give up and still reached out to grab Hoffa's collar. But Hoffa's Three-Hundredfold Stasis made him as slow as a snail.
Inside the cave, there were piles and piles of woven baskets everywhere. The masks were extremely large. He did not find Miranda, but he heard a faint conversation coming from the depths of the cave.
"… Root of Vitality, and it's a ten-year-old one. It's an essential ingredient for making endurance potions, speed pills, body strengthening potions, and other potions. Take a look, what do you think?"
"Inhanio, don't joke around." An unhappy female voice came from the cave. "This is an herb used to improve physical strength. What's the use of it for us? We don't need to improve physical strength now. We just need to improve mental strength and avoid sleep."
"Hey, don't go!" The old man said again, "Come, look at this. Rambo leaf. Just one leaf and you can laugh for a whole day. How about it? You don't need to sleep after using one leaf."
Miranda's voice sounded a little angry. "Yes, I don't need to sleep after using this, but I can't do anything else. Besides, Rambo leaf has side effects on the human body. Overuse will cause muscle spasms and death. Don't think I don't know."
"Yes, yes, yes …" The old man said. "Don't go, there's still …"
The conversation between the two grew louder in Hoffa's ears. He became excited. He finally found her. She was still working. He did not expect Miranda to be such a workaholic.
Just as he was about to follow the sound, a group of natives followed his voice and appeared around the corner. It turned out that the stagnation effect had passed and they had caught up.
Ah oh …
Hoffa was in despair. Even Grindelwald could not defeat him. Was he going to be defeated by the Peruvian natives whom he had just met a few times?
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In the depths of the warehouse, the old chief Inhanio excitedly introduced one useless medicine after another to Miranda. Miranda's patience was worn down little by little. Some kind of restlessness was brewing in her heart.
At this time, a faint fragrance entered his nostrils.
"Hmm?"
Miranda's nose twitched. "What's this smell?"
"Smell?" The old native's nose twitched. "What smell?"
Miranda followed the smell and came to a large woven basket in the corner. In the woven basket, there were a few round things that looked like fruit shells. There were a few scattered on the ground.
She picked up a fruit shell and sniffed it. She narrowed her eyes and asked the old chief, "Hey, Inhanio, it's already winter. It's still early from the rutting season for bulls. Why did you take out the sun peach and use it?"
When the old chief saw the fruit shell in Miranda's hand, his face turned pale. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Who used it? I didn't use it. It's just scattered."
Miranda narrowed her eyes and threw away the fruit shell. She crossed her arms and said dangerously, "Old thing, are you hiding something?"
"I … I, I'm not hiding anything."
The old chief said hesitantly. "Haven't I been accompanying you to the warehouse?"
Miranda frowned suspiciously. She stared at Inhanio's eyes, trying to find some clues from the old man's wrinkled face. Inhanio just smiled awkwardly. He looked so honest that he couldn't be any more honest.
Suddenly.
Thud.
There was a slight scuffling and dragging sound behind her. It seemed like someone was being dragged away from the ground.
Miranda's expression changed. She immediately pulled out her magic wand and walked in the direction of the sound without hesitation.
The old chief's expression also changed. He quickly held his magic wand and blocked in front of Miranda. "No, no, you can't leave here."
"Why can't I leave here?!"
Miranda looked at the old chief with a livid expression. Her aura was rising steadily. She had thought it was strange before. Now that she thought about it, this old thing was pulling her around in the cave and talking endlessly. No matter how she thought about it, something was wrong.
"I …" The old chief gritted his teeth. "Outside is our harvest ceremony. Women are not allowed to participate!"
"Huh?"
Miranda's eyes widened instantly. She grabbed Inhanio's collar and pressed him heavily against the wall with her elbow. Then, she took out her magic wand from her pocket and pressed it against Inhanio's neck. She asked sharply, "Bastard old man, how dare you trick me! Tell me, what kind of unspeakable plan are you planning?! "
The surging dark magic energy made Miranda's face distorted, blurred, and terrifying.
The old chief was frightened. He screamed, "You can't go out. I … I … I saw a white light on your friend!"
"And then?"
Miranda gritted her teeth.
Inhanio said, "In the legends of our tribe, before the end of the world, there will be a hero. His every move will cause mountains to crumble and the earth to crack. Wherever his eyes go, light will shine. He will give everything to the mortals and lead us into a new era. But the premise is that we have to use everything to worship him!"
"And then?!" Miranda roared. She pressed her elbow even harder, squeezing the old chief's wrinkled face out of shape.
Inhanio stuck out his tongue and said in a hoarse voice,
"I … I … think that your … friend is that hero. As … as the mythology says, we … we have to give everything to him, only then … only then, from this terrible apocalypse, can we … be free!"
Miranda felt that it was too magical. She tilted her head and said in disbelief, "What the f * ck are you going to give to Hoffa?"
"Without … without death … there will be no … new life … food, wine, women, we … have … the best of everything, all … all … must be given to him …"
The old chief said with great difficulty.
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Hoffa felt that he had probably transmigrated again.
He had transmigrated back to the barbaric era 10,000 years ago.
After the Peruvian natives caught him, they covered his mouth without any explanation and put him back on the chief's chair.
The drums beat, dong dong dong!
Dong dong dong!
Amidst the barbarian yelling and shouting, four muscular men in luxurious feather cloaks and body paint walked out. They silently lifted the chair and carried Hoffa into a secret passage. The passage was in the mountain, narrow and dark.
Along the way, there were countless bonfires, thorns, and primitive trees.
Every tree had a male or female sorcerer climbing on it. Their eyes were green, and they were constantly sprinkling unknown herbs or wine.
Dong dong dong!
Dong dong dong!
Accompanied by the deafening drumbeats. After passing through the mountain crevices and primitive forests, the four native warriors carried Hoffa to a towering pyramid. Along the way, countless natives beat gongs and drums, making all kinds of strange cries under the influence of music and dance. Some of them knelt down to worship, some offered food, and some even cut their tongues in front of the chief's chair, dripping their blood on the ground.
All kinds of incomprehensible actions terrified Hoffa.
Seeing the towering pyramid, he struggled to leave, but a large amount of hallucinogenic drugs had blurred his consciousness. Everything he saw had multiple images.
Four or five muscular warriors carried the chair and carried him up the pyramid.
On the pyramid, a young girl with a veil was dancing. She wore a feathered serpent crown, her hair was shaved, and her whole body was covered in ointment, ghee, and tulip root powder. Hoffa didn't know who she was at all, and he had never seen her before.
But at this time, the drugs in his blood began to take effect, and his instincts began to rise. The dancing figure of the Peruvian girl became graceful and seductive.
Dong dong dong!
Dong dong dong!
The drumbeats made him secrete a lot of adrenaline.
What was even more terrifying was that Hoffa's blurry vision gradually became clear in the drumbeats.
The dancing girl's hair turned from black to silver like a waterfall, her brown skin turned white like milk, and her black pupils turned blue like the sea and the sky. His face turned into the one Huo Fa was most familiar with.
Hoffa murmured, "A … Aglaia …?"
"Did you miss me?"
The dancing figure mouthed the words and slowly walked towards him.
Hoffa struggled to sit up straight.
Then, she obediently walked up to Hoffa's throne and hooked her arms around his neck.
The four muscular warriors carrying Hoffa, Zizi pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed his own neck without hesitation.
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After the old chief finished speaking, Miranda only felt her hands and feet turn cold.
Her gaze moved to the opened basket at the side and saw the herbs used to arouse the bull. For a moment, she was furious.
"I'll kill you! You old lunatic! "
She raised her hand and shot out five crushing spells, one for each finger.
Inhanio reacted quickly. He immediately raised his staff and put up a shield for himself. But the power of the five curses was too great. The shield was shattered and he was sent flying. He crashed through more than ten rows of baskets and smashed into the wall of the cave, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The old man was also unyielding. He opened his bloody mouth and shouted mournfully as if his mother had died, "Ghoshak!! If you dare to stop our ceremony!! I swear, from now on, I will not provide you with a single green cocoa!! "
"There will be no future!"
Miranda roared like a lioness. She clenched her fists and the rocks collapsed, burying Inhanio in a pile of rocks.
Then, without even looking at Inhanio's life or death, she waved her hand and strode out of the cave.
As soon as she went out, she saw the raging fire in the distance and the moon in the sky covered by smoke. She shook her body and directly disappeared from the spot with Mirage Transfiguration.
When she reappeared, she saw a large group of native wizards kneeling on the ground and Hoffa sitting on the throne at the top of the pyramid. There were also four people around him who were going to sacrifice themselves.
"Fool!"
Her face was cold. She grabbed her wand and chanted a spell. "Fall to the ground!"
A red curse shot out from her wand and turned into four in the air, hitting the four native Peruvian warriors around Hoffa.
Before the sharp knives of the four warriors could touch their necks, they were hit by the red curse. Their bodies went soft and they rolled down the stairs at the top of the pyramid.
Miranda shook again and disappeared with Mirage Transfiguration.
When she reappeared, she grabbed the girl who was clinging to Hoffa like an octopus and threw her out as if she was throwing a sack.
Under the girl, the hateful guy was lying on the chair, his face flushed, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes empty and with a silly smile on his face. He looked quite happy.
Miranda bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth. She grabbed her hair and stomped her feet in annoyance and helplessness. Without any explanation, she lifted him up from the chair with one hand. Huo Fa hung naturally on her body, paralyzed like mud.
The group of wizards who were kneeling and beating the drum were unhappy. Seeing that the sacred sacrificial ceremony was stopped, they stood up like crazy and each took out their weapons.
"Why are you not so decisive when facing the Sleepwalkers!?"
Miranda pointed at the people below the pyramid and scolded.
Then, without waiting for them to react, she turned around and left the high altar again with Mirage Transfiguration.
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