The sky outside began to shine. According to Angeles's previous living habits, it is time to open the store and prepare for business.

Yue Lin thought about it and decided to integrate into Angeles' life first, and temporarily lie down for a while before really understanding the situation.

He quickly finished washing up, came to the shop downstairs, and opened the door from it.

"Hi, Angele, the door opened two minutes later than last year, and you almost lost me, a loyal old customer."

Yue Lin soon recognized the yawning middle-aged man outside the door. His name was Toulam. He opened a handicraft workshop in the town. Every morning, he would buy two pieces of black bread from the store, one for breakfast and the other for lunch.

"Good morning, Mr. Toulam, or two black bread with butter?"

Yue Lin was a little awkward when he spoke just now, but after saying a word, his mouth became clear and clever.

"Yes, oh, no..." Turam opened his mouth, "No butter, just give me two black bread."

With the development of machine industrialization, small workshop owners like Tulam have become more and more sad.

I'm afraid he won't last long, and he will completely defeat the game where big fish eat small fish and small fish eat shrimps, and become a loser with nothing.

Just a few months ago, Tulam had steak and fruit for lunch every day, and now it seems that even butter can't be afforded.

"No problem, there are five Sule in total."

Yue Lin did not ask any more questions, and soon handed over the wrapped bread and took back a wrinkled bill.

Mr. Turam, who had two big dark circles and looked listless, staggered away. Yue Lin watched him walk away, picked up a black bread from the counter and ate it slowly.

In the whole morning, only four or five residents came to Anglei shop to buy things, and the Sule received was not enough for Yue Lin's day of meals.

Compared with Angeles before, after Yue Lin arrived, the appetite was indeed much greater.

When there was no one, Yue Lin sat quietly on the chair behind the counter, brewed a large cup of tea for himself, and drank it slowly while exploring how to improve and become stronger.

The rules of the world are extremely stable. Although they can connect the war space through consciousness, what Yue Lin expected was that he could not directly carry out any form of reinforcement and transformation of this hostel.

In this gray world in the sky, whether it is crystal or mysterious energy, it cannot directly act on the hostel itself, and even once it comes out of the war space, it overflows and disappears under the suppression of huge rules.

Perhaps we must first obtain the cultivation methods in this world before we can continue to perform the next step of deduction and experiments.

After trying for half a morning and wasting dozens of units of crystal gas and mysterious gas reserves, Yue Lin immediately stopped this meaningless consumption and instead bet on other aspects.

"Hi Angele, come two barrels of beer!"

A rough voice woke Yue Lin from his thoughts. He thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face, "Do you still want dark beer? Lieutenant Hans..."

"Well, the old rules." Hans paid carelessly, opened a bucket of dark beer, poured it into the cup he carried with him and started drinking.

Yue Lin turned around and grabbed a handful of dried fruits and put them on the table to serve Hans as a snack for wine.

"Oh, Angele, you are so strange today. Could it be that you are sick?"

Hans chewed in his mouth and stared at Yue Lin with wide eyes, "You were so stingy that you couldn't even bear to light the oil lamp at night."

"That's the past." Yue Lin said with a smile, "I suddenly saw it. Life is not easy for a person to live, so why do you have to deduct yourself too much?"

"That's right!"

Hans poured a big sip of beer into the table and slapped, "It's not too late to understand now, but it's still not as good as me. Since I was shot into my shoulders by a bullet on the battlefield, I told myself that if I can live, I must enjoy it. Don't wait until everything is cold before I suddenly realized that I have never enjoyed anything in my life."

"There is no life, and the money has not been spent." Yue Lin took the wooden barrel handed over by Hans and poured himself a cup.

"Uh..." Hans was stunned for a moment, and nodded after a long time, "That's what I mean, Angele, you summed up very well."

Hans was an officer who retired from the German and Austrian battlefield and was able to receive a considerable retirement payment from the government every month. He also earned at least ten times more than Angrey's salary every month.

In addition to the wealth he had secretly accumulated during his previous invasion wars, Hans can be regarded as one of the most prosperous people in the entire town.

However, Yue Lin did not get close to him because he had money and power. What really attracted Yue Lin was his experience of joining the army to the battlefield.

Perhaps from Hans, you can find some clues to strengthen yourself.

Yue Lin and Hans became more and more excited as they chatted. After a while, the whole bucket of black beer was drunk by the two. Hans opened the second bucket without hesitation and drank it one cup after another with dried fruits.

Under Yue Lin's intentional or unintentional guidance, the topic gradually turned to the direction he wanted to listen.

This is Hans' strength. He has always regarded his experience of joining the army and participating in wars as his greatest glory. Once he really talks about this, he would not be able to enjoy it without an hour or two.

"Oh? You're talking about fighting skills."

After Yue Lin asked a question, Hans laughed disdainfully, "This thing was useful in the past cold weapon era, but now, except for the basic spear stinging technique, it is rarely seen."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, no matter how strong he is and how quick he is, he will be directly beaten into a sieve."

However, when Yue Lin was about to end the topic with some disappointment, Hans suddenly frowned and said with a strange expression, "But when I was a recruit, I did see a guy who was a little different."

"Is that so? How unique?"

Hans picked up a walnut and chewed it slowly, recalling, "That time was to assist the police in encircling a gangster entrenched in Betsy, the capital of Ankana. When we were chasing the gangster boss, there was a thin black-haired man in black. With just a short knife in his hand, he actually killed our entire platoon of soldiers to defeat."

"This guy is so fast that he can almost avoid gunpowder guns. If he hadn't been fighting to protect the boss' retreat in the end, he wouldn't have been surrounded in a farm warehouse."

"What?" Yue Lin's interest was attracted.
Chapter completed!