Chapter 122 A fulfilling daily life

As autumn approaches, a slight dryness is brewing in the warm woods.

In an area in the woods covered by a soundproof barrier, Taibesha's face flushed and her lips slightly parted. The strange noises in the woods made Mu Hua feel a little uncomfortable.

"Boom~Boom~"

The multi-purpose tow truck, like a chariot, crushed the rough wood on the ground...

The big tree fell, and it turned into debris before it fell to the ground. The dust filter can keep the air clear, but the rumbling noise still makes Mu Hua frown.

Well, the woods behind the hotel are also private land under the hotel’s control, and now they should nominally belong to Mu Hua.

A training ground and hangar are being built here, and the main force used to clear the site is the tow truck purchased by Tabitha.

A field 500 meters long and wide, paved with sand.

With a multifunctional tow truck, the cleaning efficiency is very high even in an environment with dense forests.

After clearing the land needed for the training ground and hangar, unless someone asked Tabitha to rent a vehicle, the tow truck would probably be gathering dust in the hangar for a long time.

It's not like he was using subsidies to buy agricultural machinery. Mu Hua just couldn't stand the tow truck.

At this time, Taibesha and Mu Hua came to the construction site. Taibesha was excited not because of the efficiency of the tow truck, but because she had blown that thing several times.

With Mu Hua's cooperation, Taibesha imprinted her spiritual mark on the constructed skeleton general in front of her.

The tall and fierce skeleton general walked with heavy steps and stood beside Tabitha.

"You really created the constructed undead. You really know how to modify skeletons?" Taibesha was a little excited, not only because she obtained the constructed undead, but mainly because this constructed undead was created by Mu Hua.

What does this represent? It represents... money!

Well, Taibesa is not that otherworldly. In Taibesa's eyes, the constructed skeleton general in front of her is nothing but shiny devil gold coins.

"Perfect form."

“The structure should be fine.”

"Skeleton, dead bones. Hmm... Is this the skeleton of a real Skeleton General?"

"Have you been hunting skeleton generals these days? With this match, you directly annihilated the soul of a skeleton general?"

"Using the Bone Soul? That's not right. The Bone Soul can also cause physical damage."

After the excitement, while patting the Constructed Skeleton General, Taibetha commented on him with a worried expression.

High-end product. Based on her own experience, Taibesha judged that the constructed skeleton general in front of her was definitely a high-end product.

Being able to make something like this, Mu Hua is a rooster that lays golden eggs.

What reserve funds, what war materials, what weapons and armaments, can be used to make this kind of thing. Are those things still a problem?

There was a gleam of gold in Tabitha's beautiful eyes.

"I was the one who refined the dead bones. If you want to get rich from this, forget it. The cost is too high and the cost-effectiveness is not right." Mu Hua shook his head.

How could he not understand Tabitha's thoughts? He had thought about all of these, but the Skeleton General had consumed a lot of ashes and soul fragments.

Moreover, the constructed undead does not grow and is not a summoned beast.

They cannot condense death energy, cannot repair their own injuries, and do not have the same strong life-saving ability as normal undead. Their only advantage is probably that they are not affected by the undead bondage.

But for a necromancer who has mastered derivative magic, the cost-effectiveness of constructing undead is really not high, and it can barely be regarded as a substitute product when soul fragments are lacking.

"Is that so? Making low-level constructed undead is quite energy-consuming. Can you make a centipede death sickle?" Taibesha said unwillingly.

Like the Bone Fang, the Centipede Death Scythe is a more mature type of constructed undead. However, it is larger in size and similar in shape to a centipede, and is usually used in large-scale wars.

It has a high cost, complex workmanship, and significant effect in group battles, but the Centipede Scythe is like a chariot among the constructed undead, and requires a large number of cannon fodder to assist and guard it.

Otherwise, the cost of repairing a broken leg would be enough to make the ruler cry for a long time.

Mu Hua twitched his lips. Tabitha had a delicate appearance and figure, but this girl seemed to prefer bigger and stronger ones.

"Let's train you, the Skeleton General, first. We can talk about the other things later. If I can make a death sickle, I might as well make a bone dragon." Mu Hua said unhappily.

"Hehe, if you can create a bone dragon, I will give you the position of leader and follow you from now on." Taibesha giggled.

"Oh, goodbye. By the time you have formed a team, my magic dragon will have emerged." Mu Hua shook his head jokingly.

Taibesha really liked the Skeleton General that Mu Hua gave her. Although Mu Hua said that it was compensation for her, she completely regarded the Skeleton General as a gift from Mu Hua.

Mu Hua was in a very good mood having just come out of the Abyss Island.

The two of them quarreled, and in a blink of an eye, Taibetha forgot about Mu Hua's disappearance for a few days.

Let Taibesha get familiar with the Skeleton General, and Mu Hua left this noisy environment. When he saw the tow truck, Mu Hua would always subconsciously think of getting funding... The newly made constructed undead was very mechanized because the ghost inside had its consciousness wiped out.

However, they have a little learning ability and can adapt to some more standardized commands through the guidance of their rulers.

Attack, defense, coordination, guarding, following, etc., these all need to be taught by Taibetha to the constructed skeleton general.

Mu Hua only thought that the constructed undead were cannon fodder and he was too lazy to ask about their teaching.

The day passed quickly, and at night Mu Hua entered the Abyss Island as usual.

The fishing rod is gone, so he can’t afford to make a black-armored skeleton general. Mu Hua also feels that it is a waste to make a low-level skeleton undead.

Making medicine, meditating, exercising, grilling meat, planting flowers, and weeding, Mu Hua returned to his early daily routine.

As his own strength increased, time on the Abyss Island didn't seem so boring anymore.

It seems that there is countless dormant knowledge in my mind that can be read.

The magic circle engraved on his soul guided Mu Hua to familiarize himself with the construction of the spell module over and over again.

During his day-to-day practice, Mu Hua occasionally revealed some of his scholarly temperament.

When the morning came in the human world, Mu Hua picked a basket of ripe magic fruits and left the Abyss Island.

After leaving the room, the long corridor on the third floor of the hotel was silent.

There seemed to be voices coming from the second floor, as if someone was complaining about the pillows being too soft.

Mu Hua went down to the first floor and looked around the hall, but did not see Deman.

"Tietou, go find Deman." Mu Hua ordered, patting a wandering life puppet.

"Correction, instance number 006."

The Living Puppet emphasized again that Mu Hua had called its name wrong, but it seemed that it no longer expected Mu Hua to realize his mistake. As the Living Puppet said this, it went to look for Deman on its own.

Deman's residence is on the first floor, and he converted his room into the staff dormitory area.

Mu Hua had visited it earlier. The villa-like suite was connected to the outdoor swimming pool on the side of the hotel. The fat man's determination to retire in the hotel was not just talk.

After a moment's wait, Deman appeared in front of Mu Hua, accompanied by a living puppet.

"Mu, you can't call all living puppets Iron Heads. They are very sad, and this will seriously affect their work efficiency."

"Oh, sorry, you guys make me a little face-blind. Maybe I can transform you into magical life forms later and give you a nice name then." Mu Hua said casually to the living puppet beside Deman.

"BOSS, your promise is very insincere. 006 hopes that you can transform me into a bionic puppet first. This may be more friendly to your wallet." The Life Puppet complained and turned around to clean the first floor.

Although they are mechanical bodies, these living puppets are not simple machines.

In fact, these living puppets all have their own souls, metal bodies, mechanical structures, and low-level magical brains. Although they look a bit cheap, they can be said to be the prototype of magical life.

"Mu, if you have time to think about magical life, you might as well learn more about the residents."

"Even if you forget the business purpose of Dandelion, we still have to report some information every year." As Deman muttered, he saw a basket of fruit next to Mu Hua.

"Magic fruit?" Deman picked up an apple and asked curiously.

"Well, let's sell it in the hotel." Mu Hua nodded.

Although magic fruits are much more expensive than ordinary fruits, Mu Hua did not think of making money from them. The main reason is that the fruit trees on the Abyss Island bear fruit quickly and they cannot be eaten up if they are not processed.

"Goddess of Justice, Boss, are you finally aware of your concern for the operation of this hotel?" Deman screamed exaggeratedly.

"Hotel? Isn't it the Deman Hotel?" Mu Hua raised his eyebrows.

"If you don't like it, we can change the sign." Deman spread his hands.

"Hehe, keep it. As long as you like it." Mu Hua shook his head and chuckled.

Whether it is the Deman Hotel or the Dandelion Hotel, Mu Hua actually doesn't have much sense of belonging here.

Not to mention the magic fruit, Mu Hua is not in the mood to manage the constructed undead, or he has no intention of managing it now.

Mu Hua always felt like a dependent because he hadn't fulfilled his promise to Samantha.

Perhaps after finishing what Samantha has asked him to do, he will find a home, and then his life, business, and everything will be back on track.

Well, anyway, this is what Mu Hua has been thinking all along...

But then again, did Samantha make any agreement with him?

(End of this chapter)