Chapter 140: We werewolves are poor and poor, but...there is still blood!

Three gallons and a bottle of blood?

Ivan's words resounded in the hall, and the werewolf wizards whose eyes were full of suspicion were moved.

Although there are not many three Kalong, it is still very impressive for them.

You must know that there are very few wizards in Knock Down Alley who are willing to let them and werewolves work. Even if they are recruited, the salary is pitiful, only a few gallons a month.

Now as long as a little blood is released, they can earn more than half a month's salary. They are naturally very excited, and even Fren begins to hesitate.

Seeing that Ivan, the little wizard who had just defeated him, was about to use a few gold gallons to buy their blood, Walker was very angry, feeling that the dignity of their werewolf wizard was offended.

"Enough! No one here will sell you blood!" Walker stood up and pointed at Ivan with his wand.

Ivan didn't pay attention to his meaning at all, but spoke loudly.

"Four gallons and a bottle!"

Following Ivan’s words, the werewolf wizards in the hall became more emotional, but no one chose to speak out.

Walker heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed this, and turned to look at Ivan triumphantly, wanting to tell the little wizard that although they are poor, they are dignified!

However, Walker didn’t know, no one spoke, just hoping that Ivan would continue to increase the price...

For them, their dignity and bloodliness have been consumed in so many years of exclusion and discrimination. At most, there are still some insurmountable bottom lines...

Ivan also knew this, so instead of continuing to increase the price, he added a restriction.

"I only need five bottles of blood!"

The next moment, the werewolf wizards who had been silent suddenly couldn't sit still, put down the bread and porridge in their hands, and leaned over here.

"Five bottles of blood, 20 gallons in total, I can give it to you!"

"With my blood, they are too old, mine is more energetic!"

Before long, the five beakers were filled with blood. A group of werewolf wizards looked at Ivan eagerly, waiting for him to pay the agreed Jin Jialong, and even asked if they wanted more wolf blood. !

Ivan did not let them down, took out twenty Jin Jialong from the wizard robe, put it on the table, and reminded by the way.

"After the blood draw, you'd better eat more nutritious things during this period. The bread and porridge are not filling your stomach and it is not conducive to recovery. If you have the conditions, it is better to buy some cheap tonics...or to Buy some red dates at the Muggle market and eat them..."

After taking over Jin Jialong, the werewolf wizards who were originally eager to sell blood were a little moved when they heard Ivan's words of sincere concern.

Because of their special identities, almost no normal wizards are willing to approach them, let alone care about them, usually they can only hug each other to keep warm.

After the mood turned positive, Ivan's affinity talent gradually began to play a role. Until he left, the relationship between the two parties had eased a lot.

at least not as full of vigilance and alert as it was at the beginning...

Ivan is very satisfied with this Once the wolf's poison potion needs to be produced in large quantities, these werewolf wizards are excellent blood banks. Naturally, this relationship should not be too stiff.

Until the evening, Ivan finally left with five bottles of werewolf blood.

On the road, Ivan, who was passing by the abandoned street, stopped suddenly, and Dougt held his wand, his eyes full of playfulness.

As far as his eyes can reach, at the end of the street, a thin figure is standing there. It is Walker who ran out because of anger.

"What's the matter? Or are you still going to compete with me?" Ivan asked puzzledly.

"If the two of you hadn't worked on me together, I wouldn't have lost!" Walker said angrily. His memory still lingered at the moment he turned into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had blown it up with a spell. The thing about the stone wall.

Ivan raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, but at this moment, he was surprised to find that Walker's condition was a little wrong, his face was pale and scary, and his lips were not even bloody.

Could it be that I came to touch porcelain?

All sorts of thoughts flashed in Ivan's mind. When he was puzzled, he saw Walker suddenly threw two bottle-like objects over. Ivan subconsciously took it and found that the bottle was filled with blood. He was surprised. Looking at each other...

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