What is business? In my understanding, it is to sell the right goods to the right people at the right price to get the most benefit.
So, what kind of commodity is irresistible to a hag with a territory and a tribe in the abyss
Arms business as abyss hard currency? Some magic weapon? The hags can't forge, and they may need it, but the fact is that they are good at witchcraft and alchemy, and their enchanting skills are also good.
The magic weapon that maintains a strong output in a limited area (a certain layer of the abyss, most of which is a gathering place of hags) and a limited time (one or two days to one or two months), is also their best-selling goods (fake goods monopoly), There are countless people who have been pitted.
Ordinary magic props and equipment should be spared, hags are not short of this stuff.
slave? Don't talk about it, the abyss is the worst of this. Living here is the first priority. Freedom or something is too extravagant.
It can be said that I am in trouble. As a transaction object, I am afraid that the most fearful thing is the opponent who has nothing and needs nothing.
But there is one thing that the hag can't refuse...
"Shampoo! Whitening cream! Nourishing oil for smooth skin! Since you're still a female, I don't believe you don't need cosmetic products for beauty!"
The mess was thrown all over the place. In the crowd of ghosts, a bottle of juice and bottled milk were thrown out. The common language on it marked the effect. These are new cosmetics with secret sources.
"Wait a minute, this is my daily necessities! The super-authentic items I got from Amyra just two days ago will be replenished from me in the abyss!"
The screams of the dead cat lingered in my ears, but I threw out all the cosmetics without hesitation. It was a waste of my package.
"What cosmetics do slimes need to use, just change whatever they want! It's better to put some mucus on your face if you put those messy things on your face!"
"I... I fought with you! What happened to the cat, what happened to the slime, doesn't the slime have the right to love beauty? I also know that it's useless to paint these things, but why don't other people have me? I'm also a woman. , I also want to spend all my money where I know it's useless!"
The dead cat is as troublesome as ever, and then it seems to have opened some dangerous taunts, so that someone who keeps killing someone will not be killed, so it will not go further.
"The old lady is happy!"
Dead Cat's answer was unequivocal. In another sense, Heloise was indeed worth a lot of money.
But some things really can't be solved with money.
"I'm fed up with my cat putting all those messes on his face every day and putting on a cucumber thin-skin mask, people won't think you're nervous, they'll just think I'm sick! I'm fed up with that pity look, I Obviously a normal person! I won't groom my cat!"
Cough, it seems to be entertaining for outsiders. After finally riding on Heloise and getting the cat, the hag named Hei Qi also looked at the goods in front of him with great interest, but didn't take it seriously.
After all, in a sense, the ugliness and oldness of hags are an irreplaceable racial trait. After birth, hags will decline rapidly. They are also accustomed to the indifference and fear of other races. They sell cosmetics to hags. It's really incomprehensible.
No creature naturally likes ugliness. This ugly appearance is more like a congenital curse. Perhaps magic can remove the curse, but magic and alchemy cannot change the appearance. Inborn ugliness is a natural state, how can it be eliminated.
If they walk on other planes, the hags who generally learn illusions will wear fake faces, most of them are young women with good looks, which also explains something.
"You can try."
After hesitating for a moment, perhaps feeling safe on his own site, Hei Qi took the whitening cream and smeared it on his hand, but almost dropped the bottle in surprise.
The dark skin and spots on the skin disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the age spots disappeared directly. The entire arm suddenly became the arm of a young man, while the other parts were still old people, which was extremely uncoordinated.
"let me try!"
"Don't rob, don't rob!"
"Mine, mine!"
Before I had time to react, the door was slammed open, and three hags rushed in in no particular order. They were emotionally scrambling for the liquid in the bottle. Just now, they were laughing at the monitors who were laughing at me and the dead cat's infighting. Played together.
I just sat on the sidelines and watched a good show... and suppressed the dead cat's resistance along the way.
It is true that people are born ugly and have no cure, but when the technology develops to a certain level, face-lifting is not a difficult technology to master. In this regard, the wood spirit clan, who can regenerate amputated limbs and regenerate their bodies, has obvious advantages.
When I woke up from my deep sleep, I was surprised to find that I just casually mentioned that the business of women's beauty must be very profitable, but the wood spirits can develop it to such a degree that all kinds of whitening and beauty products with immediate effect Not to mention skin medicine, every year cosmetic surgery must be booked three months in advance.
Of course, such a change could not be permanent. Maintaining the beauty requires a price, at least the medicine cannot be stopped, and this has become a long-term business for the wood spirits.
Maybe the Holy Light priest and a necromancer who is good at surgery can also do this, but to do this without religious restrictions and contact, or should I think of using such advanced technology to make money from women, It is also the wood spirit family.
When I heard that a quarter of the financial income of the wood spirits now comes from the cosmetics and beauty industry, which has become the second largest industry after arms, and even exceeds the combined income of its medical and agricultural income, I can't say anything other than sighing "no matter which woman in the world is the same".
But now, the scene in front of me has confirmed my words again. In order to obtain these potions, the hags have carried out savage and brutal hand-to-hand combat that they despise.
"Cough, I'm still here."
When I reminded myself of my existence, what I got was full of malicious magic power. It seems that these guys really didn't intend to buy it with money from the beginning.
But now that these lurkers have jumped out, they naturally intend to kill people and make money.
As for the long-term commodity trading and reputation, no one can trust anyone in the abyss. Wealth without strength guarantee can only be regarded as a time bomb that brings bad luck. If it really needs to be a long-term business, why should there be an extra middleman who directly squeezes it out of your head All the information is not over.
Want to do business? Yes, prove that you have the strength not to be murdered.
"Tsk tsk. Maybe I didn't tell you, my brother is the Prince of the Abyss, and my girlfriend (Heloise: ex-girlfriend) is the Demon Marquis..."
Hei Qi smiled and only trembled, as if I was talking about a joke.
At this time, half of her face was young and half old, and it felt like a horror movie.
"Haha, you're so funny, but even if your sister is the Dragon Queen and your elder brother is the main god, it has nothing to do with the door you can't get out of, they're not here..."
I'm a little helpless, the dead cat's eyes are widened, is this guy a legendary prophet, or is he just killing the crow's mouth
The next moment, the whole house seemed to move, shaking constantly, and the tables and chairs turned into living creatures scurrying around.
The hags surrounded me, full of malevolent magic apparently preparing some vicious sorcery.
There is a problem with my magic power. It seems that this house has been manipulated, and I have entered a trap.
It's common sense not to challenge spellcasters on the opponent's home ground, so I flicked my finger, and the next moment, the whole world was completely changed.
The dark earth is the patent of the underworld, and where we are, it is on a flat ground, but surrounded by a ring-shaped arena, the undead are cheering in the stands, they are watching us, looking forward to the living their bloody death.
"Since you don't want to talk about business there, maybe it's more appropriate to talk about business here. By the way, I forgot to tell you, I used to be an undead emperor, and I was also on the list of natural disasters at that time (Heloise: It's still on the top! )."
The hags looked blankly at everything around them, which was beyond their comprehension, and the next moment, when I called them, they seemed to be sweating profusely after waking up from a big dream.
The faces are still pretending to be calm, but their faces are full of fear and anxiety, but they reveal their lack of confidence. It seems that they still know what the natural disaster list is.
"Since you guys have calmed down, can you listen to my request now? Maybe, in order to buy a ticket for a safe return trip, you will offer me a price that makes me happy? I never forcefully buy or sell. People are cheap, really."