"Do you understand?" the mayor noticed that the mood of the people had changed, and he knew that he had survived the most dangerous moment, and at this moment, the town was back in his hands, and he was once again the mayor of the town that the people wanted.

"We get it ... ”

"Mayor Mare!"

"I'm sorry, we were wrong. ”

The townsfolk retreated one after another, and the bear man who had shouted the most just now had already ducked into the crowd. He glanced fiercely at the mayor, then at the corpses of the three bear men who were still in the salt pit, and finally lowered his head and said nothing.

"The salt in the town will depreciate, and there is no way to do it. The salt of roses may be spurned by those who are afraid of monsters, but that's okay. The important thing is that the White Eagle will not come to harass us again. The mayor whispered, "As long as we continue to persevere, when spring comes, the White Eagle's focus will not be on us." ”

"Damn White Hawk Man, isn't our annual payment of money and salt enough, and they want to swallow us all, how greedy they are!" the townsfolk disagreed, apparently shifting their hatred back to Whitehawk.

Mayor Mare nodded, but his body seemed to be a little unbearable, and he carefully leaned against the back of the bear-man of the guard, and stood there with great effort.

"Mayor Mare, Mayor Mare. Just then, an old sealman passed through the crowd, rushed to the mayor of the town, tried to suppress his excitement, and said in a voice that was almost whispered, "The wounds of those brothers are almost healed!

"Really?!" the mayor became excited when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked, "What did they say?"

"The mayor of the town they won't say, they... Just wanted to let you know. As he spoke, the old doctor noticed that the mayor was getting more and more distracted, and he immediately understood that the mayor was injured.

Without hesitation, he opened the medicine bottle he was carrying, carefully took out some powder and smeared it on the mayor's mouth: "Eat it, mayor, it will help the body recover." ”

"Hmm. The mayor noticed that the powder on his mouth was not bitter at all, but super delicious, what kind of medicine was this, why was it so fresh? He licked his mouth, and wanted to eat more, but the old sealman had carefully put away the medicine bottle.

"Okay, let's go see the injured brothers first. Ladies and gentlemen, it is getting late, and if you can continue to work, start collecting salt, and if you feel unwell, go back to sleep. Time waits for no one, and the harvest season begins!"

The mayor felt the pain subside, his strength regained slightly, and he said loudly, "Brothers and sisters, salt is a necessity no matter what, and even if it depreciates, we can still rely on it to survive!"

"Yes!

"Salt picking!"

The townspeople's attention returned to the surface of the lake, and the rose salt was still growing, and it seemed that the whale salamander contained a lot of energy in its body, enough to support more rose salt crystals.

The mayor glanced at the townsfolk who had already begun to prepare their tools with satisfaction, knowing that after this time, the town would be at peace for a long time.

"You've been frightened, and as a sign of my apologies, please come with me to the office, and I'll give each of you a bottle of rose salt. The mayor said to a few distinguished guests and the Snow Leopard team, "Rose salt is the best gift of all, I hope you enjoy it." ”

"But your rose salt is monster salt... Well, this one. I'd better wait for some salt. Someone thought of the crystallization method of the rose salt, and immediately frowned and refused.

Some of the regulars in Salt Lake Town decided to accept the Rose Salt, as it was valuable and they could sell it before word spread across the continent. And some people could not accept the salt of roses at all, and together with the man just now, they asked for the equivalent of first-class salt.

The mayor didn't care about the change in the crowd, but readily agreed to their request. In front of the town office before getting into the car, the mayor saw Huo Chi at a glance, and he saw that Huo Chi was about to get into the car without care, so he asked with some curiosity: "Do you want first-class salt or rose salt?"

"Hey, I want it. Huo Chi said: "Your rose salt and first-class salt are quite good salts. ”

"Know the goods!" the mayor nodded and said, "Isn't Mr. Huo Chi worried that no one will eat the salt of roses?"

"Don't worry. Hearing this, Huo Chi simply jumped out of the car, and he approached the mayor and said, "The price of rose salt may fall in the short term, but in the long run, the price may be similar to now." But ... ”

"But what?" the mayor wondered.

"But during the price drop, I want you to sell him some. Huo Chi said and left the mayor with a phone number.

"Whose number is this?" the mayor grew curious.

"The call was from a restaurant owner. Huo Chi said: "He will like the taste of rose salt very much, and he may want to have a long-term cooperation with you." ”

"Oh?!" The mayor was quite surprised when he heard this, he knew that the price of rose salt would definitely drop after this time, and it would drop for a long time, but he didn't expect Huo Chi to say that someone would want such salt!

"Just call him then, and remember to give them a good price." Huo Chi said and got back into the car, while the mayor carefully tucked the phone number into his clothes.

"Huo Chi, did you give him Luca's phone?" Qin Lang asked when he saw that the car door was closed.

"That's right, this kind of salt will be needed by the Demon Eater, this kind of salt with monster ingredients is delicious and easy to accept, since the price of rose salt is going to plummet, it is better to stock up on some as an ingredient for people to accept monsters in the future. Huo Chi nodded, what a great opportunity, you can't miss it when you pass by.

"Good idea. Qin Lang nodded solemnly, he picked up the notebook and wrote down a few strokes casually. Seeing this, Huo Chi was a little puzzled, does this matter need to be recorded? This Qin Lang is really a record maniac.

"Mayor Mare, do you want to go to the hospital to deal with your injuries first?" the guards cautioned, fearing that the mayor's injuries were becoming serious.

"No, now I don't feel much pain, except for a little itching, everything is fine. The mayor said: "Now you must strike while the iron is hot, and when the business is completed, it is not too late to go to the hospital." ”

"Okay!" the driver started the car, and the group headed for the town office again.

Soon, everyone returned to the town, and by this time, the sky was already bright. In the sun, the group followed Mayor Mare back to his office, where each received a bottle or two of the latest giveaway.

"Thank you for your help. The mayor put both the rose salt and the first-class salt in Huo Chi's hands, and couldn't help but thank him again.

"You're welcome, Mayor Mare, and good luck. Huo Chi accepted these precious gifts, and then prepared to leave the town with everyone.