abnormal mutation

Chapter 157 The Potato Megaphone and the Hero

Singer: "Were they the ones who robbed your merchant guild?"

Mysterious man: "Clever."

The Storm Council's affairs will inevitably be reported to the Imperial authorities. The official statement will be that the two cargo ships were rescued by the Northern Merchant Guild on their own, with heavy casualties and ample witness testimony and physical evidence.

However, the "Sunflower" will not be mentioned, leaving the Thistle Merchant Guild to deal with the problem themselves.

Even if they find out after a while, so what? The ship has been rebranded, all the paperwork is in order, and it has absolutely no connection with the Jihua Chamber of Commerce.

Mysterious man: "Investigate this organization. It's located in the deep sea. There are many gill people, two mid-sequence extraordinary individuals, one frogman, and one that looks like an octopus monster."

Singer: "Okay."

Colin was itching to know how Roland had managed to take back the three ships, but since Roland wouldn't tell him, he didn't feel comfortable asking.

The mysterious figure said, "Come back and get the materials. You can prepare for your advancement. The Hive offers Paradox Potion brewing services; it's pollution-free. You can consider it."

Singer: "I'm on my way. Let me find out more first."

Roland also sent a message to Charles, instructing the intelligence department to focus their investigation on the Storm Council, since they were being bullied right on their doorstep and they were completely oblivious.

…………

After breakfast, he called Evan and the other two to his room.

"Big brother, are you going to assign us some tasks?" Targen asked with a grin.

He was the least studious one, couldn't sit still, and was already annoyed enough by Leongard's constant nagging. He heard that the butler had even found them several tutors, which made things even more complicated.

"Looks like I should pick an extraordinary path for you that doesn't require any learning," Roland joked.

Targen gave a dry laugh, his face showing a hint of dejection. Even Andrew lowered his head, looking somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Roland asked, puzzled.

The expressions on their faces were clearly off; they had all been incredibly excited when the topic of Feifan came up earlier.

Evan glanced at the two who were bowing their heads and remaining silent, and said helplessly, "We begged Leongard to test our talents, but they... have no talent. I am a second-level Spirit Awakener."

"Oh, that's all?" Roland said with a sudden realization, looking unconcerned. "He's ignorant and doesn't know that talent can be changed."

If he can do it, it means there are other extraordinary individuals who can do it too. It's just that they are of extremely high status; why would they waste their time trying to defy fate for ordinary people?

“Really?” Targen’s spirits lifted, but then he hesitated, as if he had just thought of something. “Then the price must be very high.”

"I'll broaden your horizons today." Roland got up, closed the doors and windows, and drew the curtains.

Then, pointing to the floor, he said, "Lie down and bite down on a towel, it might hurt a little."

The three of them were puzzled, but they all obediently lay down.

“I’m not afraid of pain…” Andrew muttered, stuffing the towel into his mouth.

Roland raised his hand and released the infection he had just accumulated; three dark purple energies surged into the three people's bodies.

"Woo..."

The bodies of the men tensed instantly, their skin turned red, their expressions contorted, and their eyes widened like bull's eyes.

"Just bear with it and it will pass." Roland sat down to the side and leisurely drank his tea.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded; he had experienced this kind of pain countless times. Extraordinary journeys were always fraught with danger, and if he couldn't even withstand this little bit of pain, he might as well go back to Ice River Town and sell fish.

Two hours passed.

The three of them gradually calmed down, and a glowing interface appeared in their minds at the same time, with the word "Honeycomb" written at the top.

"This……"

“I’m a senior executive at Hive. That was a membership benefit. Do you feel stronger?” Roland’s voice rang in their ears.

"It seems so." Evan felt a big change in himself. He stood up, clenched his fists, and stretched his legs. "I've gotten taller."

Talgen's attention was completely drawn to the beehive, and he exclaimed excitedly, "Come and see, they sell all sorts of things inside!"

“That’s so expensive! We don’t have the money,” Andrew exclaimed.

“Tell me your code names,” Roland prompted. “Potato.”

"Big loudspeaker."

"Brave."

The group all looked at Andrew simultaneously.

Targen flipped over and straddled Andrew, angrily saying, "We both use nicknames, but I never expected you, you blockhead, to be so cunning. You call yourself a hero? Have you ever seen a dragon?"

“You didn’t tell me beforehand, how was I supposed to guess?” Ander retorted.

"Hmph, they have absolutely no teamwork," Targen said, dissatisfied.

"Ding-dong, a mysterious person has transferred 1,000 Hive Coins to your wallet..."

The three of them were taken aback and subconsciously looked at Roland.

"Each person gets a thousand. Don't spend it recklessly. First, learn knowledge and build a foundation. Don't buy those random, miscellaneous things."

"I'll add you all to the group. The executioner is Drake, the defeated enemy is Charles, and the sparrow is Mandy. Just ask if you need anything..." Roland instructed.

"Understood, brother..."

Hivecoin is essentially a virtual currency, just a digital currency. The reason we don't give out too much is to avoid putting too much pressure on them. The administrator is Pro, who monitors them and will issue warnings if they purchase dangerous items.

At the same time, Pro observes and assesses the temperament and preferences of the three individuals, recommending the most suitable extraordinary path for them.

Recalling Beyana's situation, he released a new product, "Talent Upgrade," in the name of the official Hive.

From having no talent to having 20,000 Hive Coins, in terms of purchasing power, it's comparable to 3 million RMB in my previous life. An ordinary person probably couldn't earn that much in a lifetime.

From common to spiritual awakening, the limit is 60,000; from spiritual awakening to rare, the limit is 180,000. Items above rare are not currently available.

The price is too high, so it's not selling well for now. But once the scale of the beehive business expands, there shouldn't be any problem with sales; there are plenty of wealthy people willing to buy them.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door, and Leongard's figure appeared in Roland's perception.

"What's up?" Roland got up and opened the door.

“Deacon Hayden said the first batch of goods is ready and is on its way; it will arrive soon,” Leongard replied.

"Pretty efficient, let's go..." Roland was in a great mood.

Hayden likely picked out items from his own shop or made them on short notice, which is considered an advance payment. The first weekly auction seems to be tomorrow.

About half an hour later, six cars drove into the garden villa in succession.

Hayden was the first to get out of the car, holding a document in his hand, his expression serious, with a hint of sigh and emotion in his eyes.

This morning, Commissioner Cassian suddenly visited, instructing him to fulfill any of Roland's requests as much as possible, to manage the relationship well, and not to be negligent in the slightest.

Hayden knew perfectly well that this board member must have done something extraordinary again, and that things were about to take off.

So he came in person.

"Mr. Hayden, why have you come in person? Is there something you need?" Roland greeted him at the door, keenly noticing that Hayden's attitude was different from last time.

“It’s alright. All of Otto’s matters are important. Whenever I have time, I personally oversee them all.” Hayden bowed and handed over the list of goods.

"You've had a hard time. Come in and have a cup of tea." Roland took the documents and led Hayden inside.

Leongard and Marta contacted the team and directed them to move their belongings into the villa.

After exchanging a few polite words, Roland began to look through the list.

There are more than one hundred items in total, mainly low-series extraordinary materials with slight pollution, as well as a few extraordinary traits, a small amount of mid-series extraordinary materials, and three sealed items.

He glanced at the price list and frowned slightly: "This price... isn't quite right? If you do this, people will think I'm taking advantage of the Chamber of Commerce, and that won't sound good."

The low-series extraordinary materials on the list are priced at an average of 110 German dollars. Many of these materials have very low levels of contamination and can be used to make potions.

He buys heavily polluting materials from the black market, and each piece costs more than 120 German dollars.

(End of this chapter)