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Chapter 32 - 32 32 Brother I still want

32: Chapter 32 Brother, I still want 32: Chapter 32 Brother, I still want “You’re still practicing, so diligent, but don’t overdo it; it’s not good for your body.

Remember to eat more later, and do exercise too, it’s all beneficial.”

As Zhao Guang turned around, he saw Yars approaching.

Yars had a cheerful look on his face, seeming very happy.

“Got it,” Zhao Guang nodded, but he only half-listened.

Thinking about eating more later; he had to admit, he was quite hungry.

“Let’s go back and rest a bit, it’s almost time for dinner.”

Seeing the sky darken, Zhao Guang quickly said, “No need, I have to go back, there’s a lot to do.

If there’s anything you need, just say the word, I’ll prepare it.”

“No need for other things for now, just bring more spices.”

In the past few days, Yars had people deliver the spices backstage.

It had to be said that the response was very good; already, many nobles had contacted him in secret, hoping to secure buying rights.

If this is done well, the benefits for him would be substantial.

With money comes equipment and troops; with equipment and troops, it would be too easy to distinguish oneself in service.

The Beastmen were tough to beat, but weren’t there many easier targets around?

“Then I’ll walk you out.”

“No need, I’m familiar with the road.”

Zhao Guang declined Yars’s offer to walk him out and first went to the supply warehouse, as he had items to take with him.

However, there wasn’t much gold left this time; Zhao Guang had exchanged it for some potions.

Yars had thoughtfully labeled them, telling Zhao Guang what each potion was for.

“So expensive, and here I thought I was rich, but now it seems I’m still just a poor man.”

Seeing the results of this time, Zhao Guang’s inflated ego settled down, and he finally had a new goal.

Earning money in a different world, and then improving oneself.

The resources for cultivation were just too expensive.

Just as Zhao Guang stepped out, he was suddenly pulled by someone.

Turning around, Zhao Guang jumped in fright.

“Damn, what is that, a pig-headed man?”

No, that can’t be; this is a human military camp, how could there be Beastmen.

Besides, Wild Boar Men didn’t look like this.

“Lord Zhao Guang, no, Brother Zhao, it’s me.”

Zhao Guang took two steps back, suppressing the urge to wipe his hands.

The guy in front of him, shining like a bald pig, seemed to be Ocoro.

No, wait, this was Ocoro, but how did he become pig-headed?

This definitely looked like the work of a beating, and in the camp, the only person who would dare do such a thing and could do it was Yars.

“Did the Commander beat you up?”

“Hmph, as if he could.

He has never beaten me since we were kids.

That bastard cheated this time using Combat Energy, or else how could I have lost to him.” Somehow Ocoro managed to speak so fluently despite his appearance.

Did he really protect his mouth that well while getting beaten up?

“I have some potions; do you want to use them?” Zhao Guang asked with sympathy.

Ocoro glanced at them and said indifferently, “No need, I have these potions.

That bastard Yars infused my wounds with Combat Energy, and these low-grade potions won’t be effective until the Combat Energy dissipates.”

There are grades for potions too?

Having seen Yars’s concerned look, he had thought the potions were high-grade.

But it was good news that Ocoro didn’t need them, saving himself from wasting resources.

Suddenly, Ocoro grabbed Zhao Guang’s hand, “Brother, that is, I still want.”

“?” Zhao Guang looked at him in alarm, although Ocoro did have a penchant for the arts and was a bit eccentric, he didn’t swing that way, right?

“That is, I’ve got some other matters…”

“Get back as soon as possible, those things, I still want them, and even more of them.”

Ocoro suddenly turned around and knelt on the ground, clutching a heap of fragments in his arms, tears flowing continuously.

In the dim light, one could faintly make out traces of sculptured figures on the fragments.

“So it’s that, you scared me.

You really do have a major passion for art.”

“Of course, art is my lifelong pursuit, more important than my own life.”

He spoke with such vigor then, full of strength.

It looked like Yars had held back after all.

If he had to deal with someone like this, he would definitely be more ruthless than Yars.

“Don’t worry, when I get back, I’ll bring them for you.”

Ocoro suddenly showed a twisted smile, “Brother, I won’t let you suffer a loss.

Although I can’t bring gold coins in, I have other channels.

Are you interested in magic tools?”

Ocoro was a bit nervous; fortunately, his pig-head face didn’t show much, which seemed to have its own advantages in the end.

Zhao Guang had many Mages behind him; what if they didn’t take a fancy to what Ocoro had to offer?

Zhao Guang’s heart leaped; this guy wasn’t utterly useless after all.

He seemed off-beat, but he did have skills.

“I’m interested, we can discuss the price later.”

“Don’t talk about price, that’s an insult to art.

Right, when the goods arrive, we’ll figure out how to exchange them.”

Zhao Guang rolled his eyes, so this was the so-called “Don’t talk money talk sentiment,” huh.

“Wait for my good news, I’m off.” Another business deal had been struck.

As for whether Yars would be pleased or not, that was their own business.

He was just a merchant, wasn’t he?

It wasn’t anything too serious.

Having said goodbye to Ocoro and two soldiers who were nearly unrecognizable, Zhao Guang rode on his tricycle, making it back home before nightfall.

By then, Zhao Guang felt incredibly hungry.

Practicing really did take a toll on one’s body.

After eating a meal, with nothing else to do, Zhao Guang went outside to practice the Micro Light Breathing Method under the sky.

“Why isn’t it working?” Zhao Guang was puzzled.

Looking at the moon in the sky, “Could it be because there’s no sun, so I can’t practice?”

Unwilling to give up, Zhao Guang tried doing the Ba Duan Jin, which still had a conditioning effect, but it was incomparable to the effects he experienced before.

“Seems like it really doesn’t work, I’ll wait for tomorrow then, time to stock up now.”

Zhao Guang took out his phone and began to call Lao Liu.

In the last two days, Zhao Guang had sold all his goods in one go and continued to stock up.

He saw that both sides probably had their own channels, not just confined to military consumption.

With such channels in place, these goods were nothing at all.

“Time to sleep early, wake up early tomorrow.” With a goal in mind, Zhao Guang found his drive again.

But today’s experience had been a bit too fantastical; tossing and turning in bed, he wondered when he would fall asleep, probably not until the latter part of the night.