"Who are you?"

The Ultimate Babysitter immediately responded.

"We are minions of Lord Demon King! We are here to help you!"

Xino sneered coldly and put away his battle axe.

"I don't need your help. Just stay out of the way and don't bother me."

The fact that the Demon King's subordinates had actually come to assist him.

Xino couldn't help but laugh internally.

It seemed that the Demon King wasn't very popular.

After waiting a long time without seeing a red card sent off, the Ultimate Babysitter breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained.

"Not the help you're thinking of, I mean a trade!"

Xino furrowed his brow.

"A trade?"

"Yes, yes," the Ultimate Babysitter nodded vigorously, reaching into the pocket at his waist and pulling out a vial of potion, eagerly pitching, "Check out our healing potion! Only ten thousand Joss Paper a vial. Even beasts approve! Want one?"

Normally, these things sell for 1,000 Joss Paper in NPC shops, and hardly anyone buys them.

After all, the server is still dominated by skeleton soldiers, who have no use for that stuff.

Xino paused for a moment, about to say he already had some, but then realized he had used up all sorts of potions in his pouch during the recent battle.

After a brief silence, he turned to glance at his subordinates, then at the skeleton soldiers in front of him, and said quietly.

"I'd probably need more than fifty... How many do you have?"

The Ultimate Babysitter's eyes lit up immediately and he replied.

"I only have five on me! But if you need them, I could have my friend bring more over!"

Xino, pleased, quickly said.

"Then bring more, I'll take them all! By the way, what's Joss Paper? I only have Kela, do you want that?"

Kela was effective throughout all of Hell.

However, to his surprise, the skeleton soldier shook his head as if it were obvious and said.

"Buddy, I'm dead, do you think I need that?"

Xino was stunned, then said,

"Then... what do we do? I don't have Joss Paper..."

The Ultimate Babysitter quickly said in a coaxing tone.

"No worries, you can trade with those spare equipment you won't need—cough! I mean, how about trading for a set of armor... I'll value it at a hundred thousand Joss Paper, a fair price for battle-damaged gear!"

Hearing this candid remark, Xino didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh.

He even wondered if Luo Yan had specifically arranged this to make fun of him.

But—

He might as well use this to his advantage.

Xino weighed his options internally.

The armor of the "Hell's Flames" Heavy Infantry was valuable but only worth about one to two hundred thousand Kela, not outrageously so.

Moreover, damaged equipment was meant to be replaced anyway.

If he could trade those equipments that were meant to be discarded for healing potions, not only could he fully replenish his subordinates, but he could also get at least a third of the injured back into the battlefield.

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Xino finally convinced himself and nodded his head reluctantly.

"Deal!"

Seeing that the NPC in front of him agreed to the trade, the Ultimate Babysitter immediately exclaimed with joy.

"Thank you for your patronage! I'll arrange for my buddy to bring the stuff over right away."

Xino didn't have to wait long.

A skeleton soldier, running swiftly, soon brought over the healing potions he needed.

And it wasn't just the healing potion and the delivering skeleton soldier.

A large group of demons, sensing a business opportunity, also gathered around.

They came carrying large and small bags, some even pushing carts, and set up stalls near the teleportation circle.

The entire temporary military camp had essentially turned into a marketplace.

Watching the carts nearby emitting food aromas, a group of Demon warriors collectively swallowed their saliva, feeling that the dry food in their hands suddenly became less appealing.

Who knew what was being cooked in that metal barrel, but the aroma was so enticing!

Watching his famished subordinates, Xino gritted his teeth, initially intending to ignore the enticing smell, but inadvertently swallowed his saliva as well.

Having just gone through a major battle, he was quite hungry at the moment. And it seemed like the minions of the Demon King had intentionally brought the food right up to him, tempting him to speak.

So be it!

Xino finally convinced himself that it was to boost his subordinates' morale, so he walked up to the fragrant metal barrel and asked.

"What's this?"

Gou Shi chuckled and said,

"Roasted sweet potatoes!"

"How much do they cost?"

"100 Joss Paper each!"

How expensive!

Xino winced at the price, but remembering that a set of worn-out armor could exchange for one hundred thousand Joss Paper, he suddenly felt it was not so expensive.

"Give me a thousand!"

Gou Shi was so thrilled he almost wanted to hug him and kiss him, quickly calling people over to help deliver the goods while dumping his entire stock into the barrel.

"All right, buddy! I'll roast them for you now!"

...

Where the battlefield had been booming with the clamor of combat just a second ago, now it was enveloped in the smells of cooking smoke.

As more and more players set up stalls, the scene was filled not just with roasted sweet potatoes, but also stalls selling alcohol, beverages, kebabs, pancakes... basically everything.

Hearing that the fifth layer of the maze had a group of spendthrift suckers, the lifestyle players who usually fleeced adventurers in Mist Town all rushed over.

Someone had already tested the limits of the development team.

As long as they did not directly participate in the fighting, it seemed they wouldn't be locked away in the little dark room.

Looking at the appetizing snack stands, the seated Demon warriors were all swallowing their saliva, their expressions full of struggle and longing.

And it wasn't just them.

Even in Demon City arena's spectator seats, the sounds of salivating surged up and down.

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