After the black dog left, Sean looked at the sun in the sky through the window. He felt that it was still early and it was probably an hour before noon.

"Why haven't Old John and the others come back yet? Does it take so long to slaughter a bear?"

Just as I was thinking about this, I suddenly heard a clamor from outside the castle gate downstairs, as if Old John and the others were back.

Anyway, she was bored, so Sean put on a cloak and prepared to go down and take a look.

As soon as they went down the stairs, the servants bent down to salute.

"Lord..."

Sean nodded in response.

At this time, I saw Old John standing in the yard with sweat on his face to direct.

"Edward, take the bear meat to the kitchen and marinate it. Remember to add a little more salt, otherwise it won't be stacked for long."

"And you have a crooked nose. Remember to send the bear skin to the cobbler and let him deal with it well. This is a rare Grizzly Bear skin."

"Tom, hurry up and clean up the bones of these monsters. Remember to put them on the rooftop and dry them, then apply oil and waxing them. By the beginning of next spring, many weapons and material manufacturers will come to collect them, so we can sell them at a good price."

"Everyone hurry up and help, seal these two buckets of solidified monster blood and send them to the basement for storage. This is the favorite material of potionists."

"Oh, damn Claire, why are you standing there and doing something stupid? Come and help..."

After hearing Old John's urging, everyone in the castle became busy in an orderly manner.

Sean stood at the entrance of the castle and looked at the spacious ox cart, filled with red meat pieces the size of a washbasin, and a large sack. He was secretly surprised.

This giant bear is indeed big enough. It has filled a whole car with meat pieces, at least seven or eight hundred kilograms.

What's in that sack?

Just as he was wondering, Old John turned around and saw him, and hurriedly saluted: "Master, have you not gone to the training ground today?"

“No training this morning.”

Sean casually said, "This giant bear has a lot of meat."

Old John smiled and said, "The grizzly bears like these who have just entered winter are now the fattest time. They are not only rich in skin but also have a lot of fat."

"What's inside the sack in the car?"

"It's the fat of the beast." Old John said: "The fat of the beast is a good thing. It can not only be eaten, boiled, and applied to the wound. It can recover the wound, remove scars, and apply it on the face to prevent freezing."

Sean nodded, "Then this monster is quite valuable."

Old John smiled and said, "Of course, there is nothing worthless in the body except internal organs."

"Vius?"

Sean hurriedly asked, "I almost forgot in the morning, where is the internal organs of this monster?"

Old John was stunned, "We buried it."

Sean frowned and said, "Didn't you tell you before? Don't throw away the animal's internal organs and share them with everyone, because eating the internal organs can solve night blindness, especially the animal's liver."

Hearing this, Old John hurriedly said, "Then I will dig out the buried internal organs and wash them."

"Let them go quickly."

Sean waved his hand and went upstairs alone.

The ox cart that had just carried the giant bear meat piece passed through the yard and emitted a bad smell, which made him not very fond of.

Sean had just climbed upstairs and heard Old John follow him up.

"master."

"What's wrong?"

Sean looked back at him, "What's the matter?"

Old John suddenly took out a small cloth bag and handed it to Sean, "Master, there are two fangs of monsters in it."

"Warcraft Fang?"

Sean opened the bag and looked at it, and found that there were indeed two sharp fangs that were more than ten centimeters long.

"Is this fang useful?"

"It can be carved into handicrafts and worn on the body, so that the weaker beasts or monsters can be afraid."

Sean never expected that the teeth of the monster actually had this effect.

Immediately, I said curiously: "Can it really drive away the harassment of the monster?"

Old John said: "The fangs of the monster can emit a special aura, which can deter wild beasts. For example, some wilderness hunters or commercial fleets will carry the fangs of the monsters on the road."

"I see."

Sean said curiously again: "I heard that all monsters awaken naturally from ordinary beasts, is that right?"

Old John thought for a while and said, "According to church books, warcraft is no different from ordinary beasts. The only difference is that during their growth, they are infected by the devil's aura and possess some special magic power, so people call them warcraft."

"In fact, they are not very different from ordinary beasts in nature. In addition to having special magic, larger size, and living longer, their self-healing ability and defense ability are also much stronger than ordinary beasts. I heard that this is how it is."

Old John, who has lived for more than fifty years, obviously knows more about Warcraft knowledge than Sean.

This also satisfies some of Sean's curiosity, because Sean used to never asked Old John such questions.

"Old John, you just said that the blood and bones of the monster are very valuable, right?" Sean asked again.

"Yes," Old John nodded, "these things are very popular and they are relatively expensive."

Hearing this, Sean's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "How many gold coins can the bones and blood of that monster today be sold?"

Old John lowered his head and thought, "It should be possible to sell more than a dozen gold coins, and there may be more."

"Only a dozen gold coins?"

This answer disappointed Sean a little.

Originally, he thought he could sell it at a sky-high price.

Since those things are not worth much money, Sean is too lazy to care about them, so what is the old John going to do with them.

"Master, I'm out for a busy day."

"Go."

Sean waved his hand, looked at the figure of Old John leaving, and murmured to himself, "Why are there no magic cores in this world? I have read so many fantasy novels before, and magical beasts have crystal cores, and they are expensive, why are there not here?"

Well, this is really a fantasy world that doesn't follow the routine.

………………………………………

The northern wasteland is getting colder and colder.

In the following days, Sean went to the training ground every day to guide everyone's shooting training.

Everyone trained well, but the bullets consumed relatively quickly.

Under the guidance of Morris, Pierce, little, learned very carefully. It is said that he has learned two of the eight compulsory courses for the introduction of the Knights.

Sure enough, smart people learn things quickly.

Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, Sean would take his new groom to inspect the territory and mines, but what surprised him was that the next door to the Graystone Fort seemed to be very low-key.

Since he was redeemed, he has never appeared in the Black Hawk territory to cause trouble again, which made Lord Sean, who had a live gun, feel useless.

Before we knew it, more than ten days passed.

"October 28, 1856, the divine calendar of creation is almost the end of the month..."

Sean looked at the calendar hanging on the wall and prepared to continue trying to enter the Weapons Mall of All Worlds.

In the past ten days, although he knew that the authority would not come until the end of the month, he still couldn't help but stroke the mysterious necklace and try it out every night before going to bed.

I gently stroked the transparent pendant hidden on my chest again, and suddenly, the cold and familiar mechanical prompt sound finally rang: "Will you enter the Wanjie Weapon Mall?"

The sound was so pleasant that Sean couldn't help but cheer from the bed.

He felt as if he had just returned to the time he had just started working. He quickly spent all his money in the first few days, and then he worked hard until the end of the month to pay his salary. When he saw that the salary finally arrived, he was excited and exactly the same as he was now.

Sean got up excitedly and quickly put on his clothes.

He was going to wait and enter the Wanjie Mall to take out the Knight God's cultivation note, and to buy some ammunition.

Because the bullets I purchased last time, except for the remaining 500 rounds of spares, all the others have been trained.

I got up and went to the desk, looked outside the window, it was pitch black, probably almost ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, in addition to the castle, there were also a few lights on, and the entire Black Hawk territory was pitch black everywhere.

It was a bit scary.

Sean sat in front of the desk and lit another candlestick. Because the room was too big, a light was not bright enough.

Before entering the Wanjie Weapons Mall, you must think carefully about what to buy after entering, or what to get for free in the fantasy area.

At the beginning, he felt that there were many permissions seven times a month. After this month of suffering, he clearly realized that the permissions seven times were sometimes not enough.

And after experiencing the last invasion of giants and monsters, he became vigilant.

In any case, more than two permissions are reserved for emergency response and life-saving.

While thinking, Sean couldn't help but tremble, "Why do you feel a little cold?"

He turned his head and looked at the fireplace and found that it was burning inside, and the fire was very strong, which was specially explained to Old John at night.

"Is it because I just got up?"

Thinking of this, Sean took the pen and calculated that the remaining 1.2 million consumer loan should be allocated to a more reasonable amount.

The candlelight shook lightly, and the light in the room suddenly became much dimmer.

Sean thought there was something wrong with his eyesight, so he rubbed his eyes and continued to write with a quill pen.

Suddenly, a ray of black mist surged silently into the gap beside the door and the window...
Chapter completed!