How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

With Warcraft, which is better than income, and a few herbs, I quickly got rid of the plight of negative income.

In order to thank Fenrir, I decided to take out my few deposits and let him open his stomach and eat his fill.

Hearing what I said, Fenrir just hooked the corner of his mouth in disdain.

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood me. With your little savings, you can't feed me."

After thinking about it for a while, I asked cautiously: "In general, Phil, how much do you need to eat to be full?"

Fenrir glanced at me, I don't know if it was an illusion, I felt like I was some kind of goods in his eyes, and he was being valued.

"Probably seven or eight hundred more and you will be full."

I silently closed my mouth.

It’s impossible to be full, but it’s okay to have a good meal. I bought the most expensive and high-grade monster meat I could find, and handed it to the proprietress of the hotel together with the processing fee, and waited for her to finish it. I'll send it to Fenrir again.

I will probably never forget the way the proprietress looked at me at that time. The distressed look seemed to have cut the meat from her body. When she finally handed over the barbecue to me, she still looked unwilling and grabbed it with both hands. For a long time, he refused to let go of the tub full of barbecue steaks.

Afraid of overturning the barbecue, I didn't dare to use too much force. In fact, I couldn't match the strength of the proprietress, so I could only stand there with her, maintaining a nonchalant smile and looking forward to the end of this inexplicable confrontation soon.

After another meeting, the proprietress finally ended the battle between heaven and man, and thrust the wooden basin into my arms, and let go regardless of whether I held it firmly or not.

"Although this crimson earth dragon is a D-rank demonic beast, its meat is very tender and can also enhance its physique. Although this is just a rumor, earth dragons are so rare that it would be a pity to give them all to eat, no matter how much you love the beast. "

After leaving these words, she immediately left here, with an anxious look as if something terrible was chasing her, and disappeared around the corner after a while.

I withdrew my gaze, looked down at the barbecue steak that was still exuding a tempting aroma, and smiled helplessly.

Maybe it's because I eat too much high-end ingredients. I'm not very interested in earth dragon meat, and I don't think it's a waste of money like the proprietress does. After all, all the money I earn now comes from Fenrir. , use the money it earns to buy food for it, this is a matter of course.

In fact, I originally planned to buy a flying dragon. Although it was only one letter different from an earth dragon, it was two levels lower in level, and the meat quality was even more incomparable to an earth dragon.

It's a pity that there don't seem to be flying dragons around here, at least I haven't seen anyone for sale, but there are quite a few earth dragons, and the prices of different varieties are also different.

I sent the barbecue to Fenrir. Although he said that it was a waste of money, he also warned me not to do this in the future, but he still had a good time eating it, and his whole head was almost buried by it. After entering the wooden basin, the barbecue in a basin full of meat bottomed out in a short while.

When I raised my head again, the hair around its mouth was stained dark by the sauce on the barbecue, which looked very funny. Fortunately, I covered my mouth in time to stop laughing.

"Is it delicious?" I asked.

Fenrir gave a pertinent evaluation, "Barely, just a little bit less."

I showed a guilty expression, "I will definitely work hard to make money so that you will be full."

Humans definitely can’t eat them, but there are still many words about monsters. It’s the difference between life and death, but it doesn’t seem like a reward to let it eat the prey it hunts.

While thinking about it, I stood up with the empty tub in my arms, said good night to Fenrir, and walked towards the back door, but accidentally met the proprietress.

"Finished?"

The proprietress glanced at the wooden basin in my arms calmly, then raised her arms, and I handed the wooden basin to her.

"Well, the taste is very good." I smiled at her, "I really trouble you today."

I don't know what I thought of, but finally there was a smile on the face of the proprietress, it wasn't obvious and it disappeared quickly, but I still caught it.

"Okay, okay, I'm not working for nothing, you paid me, don't say it as if I helped you for free, I'll be annoyed if others hear about it."

After finishing this sentence pretending to be impatient, the proprietress paused, and then said: "There are some things, don't blame me for speaking them harshly, you are still young and don't understand, but no matter how close you are from a beast, it is still a monster, but You can’t treat them as human beings, if you get spoiled, you will suffer the pain in the end.”

I thought in my heart that Fenrir would not do that. He is the legendary magic wolf, so he would not do that kind of thing.

But the proprietress didn't know, and I couldn't explain it. She couldn't wait for my reply, and finally walked away shaking her head.

Looking at her back and thinking about her words, I suddenly felt a little sad.

Can't humans and monsters live in peace?

At this moment, I felt someone looking at me, staring straight at me, making me want to ignore it, but I couldn't ignore it, but when I turned around the next second, I happened to meet Fenrir's eyes.

Are you worried about me?

Thinking of this possibility, my mood immediately improved a lot.

I smiled and waved to it, silently said good night, and went back to my room.

Although I have already said good night, it is still early, far from the time to go to bed, but there are so many people here, I just want to chat with Fenrir to pass the time.

But it's boring to be alone, so I just took out the storage bag and started cleaning out the inventory inside.

Since accepting the task of hunting monsters, Fenrir has been sweeping through the forest like crazy, of course forcing other adventurers. The result of this nonsense is that I not only overfulfilled the task, but also obtained countless corpses of monsters. The types are also strange, and they are all piled up in my storage bag at this time.

Not all of them. The corpses of the mission targets can be sold to the union, or a fee can be paid to the union. After a while, the corpses of monsters will be turned into corresponding materials and handed over to me, which is very convenient.

The reason why I didn't hand in other monsters is mainly because I don't want to attract too much attention, especially there are monsters above B level in the pile of corpses. No matter how I think about it, I am not a fledgling magician adventurer and her magician. Wolves and beasts can defeat them, let alone a lot of them.

Because they were all mixed together, I was afraid that I would accidentally take the wrong one when I took it, so I simply sealed it all up, opened it when I used it, and closed it immediately after I used it, like a thief, especially worried that someone would discover my secret. .

Fortunately, if the things in the storage bag are not taken out, there will be no smell, and I can't smell the disgusting stench. The only problem that needs to be overcome is not only the visual impact, but also the subsequent derivation. out memory.

When I see the bodies, I remember the sticky feeling on my hands the day I stuffed them into the storage bag.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Grabbing the storage bag, I took several deep breaths in a row. I took another deep breath and opened the bag after I was mentally prepared. What I entered was the blood-stained half-orc corpse. Coincidentally, its head was facing the my direction.

Its eyeballs turned gray-white at some point, completely different from when it was alive, but I still had the illusion that it was staring at me, and I almost threw the storage bag out with a trembling hand.

But it also reminded me that it's time to find a place to dispose of it.

The time in the storage bag is not static, it's just a little slower than reality, which can slow down the rate of food decay to a certain extent.

As for how much slower it is, it is related to the material used to make the storage bag, as well as the skill proficiency of the maker, which also has a direct impact on the quality level of the final product.

I just used the identification technique on the storage bag in my hand before. This is a C-level storage bag, and the time ratio is about 2:1, that is, two days normally, only passed in the storage bag. one day.

In addition, the storage bag can only contain dead objects. All living things, even unhatched eggs, will become dead eggs in an instant once they are put into the storage bag.

I have never heard of a storage bag that can hold living things, not even a legendary one, but it is said that every year people are trying to improve the storage bag in this direction, and maybe there will be one in the future.

I roughly calculated the time, from the time this half-orc was put into the storage bag to now, only two and a half days have passed, which means that the eyeballs will change color in one day.

It's faster than I thought, but I don't know how long the meat will last.

Suppressing the discomfort in my stomach, I counted all the monsters I have accumulated in the past few days, and when I counted half of them, I found a very serious problem.

In Fergus, apart from the Adventurer’s Union, there is only one store that accepts monster corpses, and the handling fee for handling materials is much higher than in the union. Even if I am willing to risk my identity and sell them to that store, The store may not be able to eat it, and maybe they will think that I am deliberately finding fault.

There is no other reason, it is too many.

I didn’t feel it when I followed Fenrir to pick up the corpses, but now that I think about it, we wandered in the forest all day, and Fenrir almost saw one and killed another, as if playing without much effort , it is not surprising that there are so many in three days.

But it's not a problem to leave so many monster corpses like this. If you don't think of a way, they will rot sooner or later.

I sighed, gave up my original plan, closed the storage bag and went out of sight.

You have to figure out a way...

The next day, when I learned that I had canceled the original plan and planned to leave it in the hotel and go out alone, Fenrir was taken aback for a moment, then bared his teeth at me very fiercely, and kept sending warnings A grunt came from its throat, obviously very dissatisfied with my decision.

I even felt that if I hadn't told it that it was forbidden to speak in front of people, it would have scolded me without hesitation.

There is no way to do this. If people hear the wolf speak, they will definitely think of Fenrir, the legendary wolf who can speak human language.

"Be patient, just for today, I'll be back soon." I folded my hands flatteringly and said, "I'll bring you back something delicious, Phil, so don't be angry, okay?"

I talked and talked, and finally coaxed Fenrir to be good, and after saying hello to the proprietress, I left the hotel.

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