The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

Mu Hua likes sweets, and the pie made by Selma is also delicious, a warm apple pie with a glass of hot milk.

Enjoying the coexistence of crispy and soft texture of the dessert, Mu Hua and Selma each flipped through a book, enjoying the quiet and peace in the small shop with few customers.

There were no heated discussions or passionate chats. Mu Hua occupied Thelma's rocking chair and finished a piece of apple pie in nearly two hours before wiping his mouth and saying goodbye to Thelma.

Life in a small town is slower-paced, at least until now.

The life of the townspeople does not have much luxury, it is simple, plain, and occasionally vulgar. This kind of living atmosphere makes it difficult to retain the young people in the town.

However, with the development of the courtyard, more and more adventurers will come here, and the calm lake will always make waves. I think some young people who are away from home will also consider returning.

After bidding farewell to Selma, Mu Hua met Donne who was running a clinic in front of Old Barron's tavern.

Although Doan's clinic is branded as an ophthalmology clinic, he can do everything from tooth extraction to treating constipation. He is a good doctor with a full beard.

This middle-aged man looked rugged, but Mu Hua followed him into Old Barron's tavern.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people who were not doing their jobs gathered in the hotel. They got together to drink in the early morning, but they were discussing how to organize manpower to participate in a possible star patrol meeting.

That's right, a group of old guys from Anzhu are going to negotiate with the 'Devil King'. Mu Hua is quite speechless to this group of middle-aged and elderly people.

In their words: ‘My territory is my decision. ’

Something big happened in the courtyard on our land, and all walks of life had to send people. How could we, the locals, be left out?

Well, attitude is very important. It's hard to say whether the people on Loren's side will clamor for protection, but one of the rights these people have earned for a long time and have never given up is - the right to protect themselves.

If you accept protection from others, you will naturally have to pay a protection fee. The degree of protection you receive will also determine the degree to which others possess you. This is human nature, and when you don't even have the power to protect yourself, haha. . .

No more gossip!

After all, the gate to the courtyard opens at the door of their home. As for their hometown, the old guys said that as long as we can still carry a gun, if we want to have a say here, we must first ask the opinions of the townspeople.

Well, in layman's terms, it's just a group of unscrupulous people having a meeting.

In order to prevent the indigenous people in the town from being bullied and ignored in the future, a group of old guys are preparing to organize some manpower to participate in a negotiation with the owner of the courtyard together with the starship cluster that is likely to arrive.

Pies may fall from the sky, but they are also made with a mallet.

They are asking for trouble, but they are also fighting for their future rights. Mu Hua really can't think of any good adjectives for them, but the word "difficult people" always flashes in his mind from time to time.

I happened to be attending a party, and a group of old guys wanted to start a group. They had no objection, and Mu Hua consciously expressed his intention to join the group.

Don't look at a group of people reminiscing about the past and thinking about the present. They even brought up the fight with the bear and pig when they were young. The discussion was very lively.

But don't think too much, this hometown team will probably be just a soy sauce by then. It is definitely the kind of annoying team that they will withdraw first if there is a problem.

It's annoying, but who makes Mu Hua be with them? . .

A group of middle-aged and elderly people did not eat on time and kept drinking.

Mu Hua secretly and playfully kept up the rhythm of "raising fish" until the end of the party. When he left the tavern again, it was already around two o'clock in the afternoon.

The apple pie he had eaten in the morning had long been digested. Mu Hua returned to the hotel and asked Tietou to help him prepare five Minotaur steaks.

"Have Tabitha and the others come back?" Mu Hua asked Deman while sitting at the bar.

"No, they didn't go to the academy. They seemed to have gone to Fiona's labyrinth, and your Icarus was with them." When Deman said, he approached Mu Hua with a hint of flattery.

"BOSS, is Icarus really a magical being? Did you create it?" Deman asked in a low voice.

"Hmm...what?" Mu Hua replied in a disgusting tone. He already knew what Deman wanted to say.

"Hey, BOSS, do you think you can help me..." Deman tried with a guilty conscience.

"No, don't even think about it. Go get some magic brains. I can add some waiters to the hotel."

"If you have the ability, pursue it yourself. Do you want me to make you a doll to let you vent your desires? Impossible." Mu Hua curled his lips and said.

As long as the relationship with him is not "in-depth communication", Mu Hua can help the girls create a handsome boy to play happily with them, but he cannot accept the idea of ​​creating a girl to play happily with the handsome boy.

I don’t have any specific reason, it’s just that I just can’t accept it.

What's more, this guy Deman doesn't match the word handsome at all. He should be more simple and just order takeout if necessary.

"Can you pursue it?" Deman questioned.

"Yes, I don't mind if the other party wants to marry you." Mu Hua confirmed.

"You don't hit people?" Deman asked carefully.

"Do not hit."

"Then let's make it!" Deman looked forward to it.

"Bring the Magical Brain." Mu Hua stretched out his hand.

"It's not made for me, why do you ask me for it?" Deman resisted dissatisfied.

"Then don't do it yet." Mu Hua waved his hand and said matter-of-factly.

"It's hard to buy a separate magic brain. How about... helping the iron heads to upgrade?" Deman discovered the problem. When he was entangled, he looked at the iron head who delivered the meal to Mu Hua with evil eyes. head.

"Tietou, do you want to die once? He wants magical life." After patting Tietou's square body, Mu Hua said to the puppet delivering the meal.

"Sir, fire him, I can help you hire a better manager." Tietou carefully helped Mu Hua place the knife and fork, glanced at Deman with his electronic eyes, and said with disgust.

Since the appearance of Icarus, the respect index of Mu Hua among the life puppets in the hotel has increased significantly. Now they don't even mind when Mu Hua calls them Tietou.

Regarding helping them upgrade their magic life, Mu Hua asked Icarus to communicate with them. But if the soul has been changed, can it still be considered an upgrade?

Obviously, these life puppets don't want to 'sacrifice themselves for others' in this kind of thing. They are more willing to wait for Mu Hua to become more sophisticated in his craftsmanship, and then help them truly 'upgrade'.

"Go, go, go, didn't you see that I was joking with the boss? Go to work and clean the swimming pool." Faced with Tietou's disdain, Deman arranged work for him like a driver.

"My lord's steaks haven't been delivered yet. I'll clean them after they're delivered."

"What I just said was just a joke. If you want the magic brain, you should contact our sellers. They may be able to find the source." Tietou retorted, turned around and left, no longer talking to Lidman.

"Haha, it seems that you won't be too popular with the magic beings. Speaking of which, can you get the magic brain?" Mu Hua said with a laugh while watching the interaction between one person and one puppet.

"A bunch of philistine bastards." Raising his middle finger to Tietou's back, Deman cursed and then looked at Mu Hua.

"Those puppet sellers may be able to get low-level magical brains, but they may not be able to get more advanced ones."

"After all, an intermediate level magic brain can be used as a combat puppet. The price of a combat puppet is very different from that of a magic brain." Deman said to Mu Hua.

"Low-level? Forget it, low-level. I don't like the life I created to die in front of me." Mu Hua thought and shook his head.

The quality of the magic brain also determines the level of life factors it is compatible with.

Making puppets is enough, but as for magical life, the magical life created with low-level magical brains is basically equivalent to ordinary people, who live, grow old, sick and die, and live for a hundred years.

"It sounds like you will live a long life, so blow it."

"The magic life is much better than these iron heads. It is pleasing to the eye and has a well-behaved personality." Seeing that he could not get any benefits from Mu Hua, Deman began to talk back to Mu Hua again.

While Deman described the loveliness of the magician's life with a longing look on his face, and asked Mu Hua if he could pursue Icarus, Tebitha and Vivian came to a monster maze in Fiona's courtyard.

Under the surprised gazes of the two women, Icarus, who was originally cute and soft, suddenly changed his temperament, and a cold and stern voice sounded in the ears of the two women.

"Personality switch, Sky Queen mode activated, friendly members, two lower creatures, mission, annihilation!"