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Chapter 113 Horse Racing Arena

"Are you awake, my lord?" Maria in a black tuxedo pushed the dining car and walked in with a smile.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Seeing Maria smiling and shaking the hangover soup from the dining car, Lott wrapped the quilt around his chest, took the small bowl she handed over, and asked in a daze: "I"

"You were drunk yesterday, do you remember?" Maria said with a gentle smile.

Hmm. It's a kind of visual sense of Kobayashi's dragon maid, but Lott didn't think about it. He is now paying more attention to the pile of broken armor on the ground that seems to have been torn by monster claws.

He actually liked this white silver armor, at least it was much more comfortable to wear than the set of gold armor passed down from his ancestors that he had thrown away before.

"What's wrong?" Maria noticed that Lott had been looking at the armor on the ground and asked carefully: "What do you remember last night?"

Lott thought for a while, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but it was still pitch black, with two almond eyes glowing with blue fire, and nothing else.

"Forgot." Lott shook his head, blew on the soup in his hand, and then drank slowly with his head raised.

"That's good." Maria's smile grew stronger at this time. As long as the lord doesn't know, it's okay to do anything to his body, at least Maria thinks so.

"Or adults?"

When Lot put on his new gray armor and came to the domain hall, the goblins were already busy, and the display in front showed 9600 people!
However, because 60 yuan of energy was used to build facilities yesterday, the energy reading at this time is 192 million - after adding the increase in one night to the energy when opening the door in the morning and deducting the expenditure, this is the current total.

"Good morning, my lord." Vickers greeted beside the throne as usual.

"How's the situation?" Lott asked as he sat down on the chair.

"Everything else is fine, but we don't know what to do at the racetrack. You went to bed early yesterday, so we don't want to disturb you."

Lott was in a trance for a while. It seemed that he was indeed talking about the racetrack yesterday, but finally interrupted.

"Oh, I see."

Lott promised, took the tablet computer, and began to draw the appearance of the Roman Colosseum on it, but the inside was the same as a large stadium.

The surrounding 15-track track is used for horse racing, and the rectangular green space in the middle was originally intended to be used by Lott as an elf arena, but now the blood pressure of adventurers is generally a bit high, so it's better to take it easy.

Now let's use it as an intermission sideshow, like a circus from outside or something.

"What day of the week is it today?" Lott asked subconsciously after handing the concept map of the racecourse to the goblin, but then he realized that this was a different world and there was a shitty day of the week.

Vickers looked up at him unsurprisingly, with question marks on his face.

"Well, it's the fifth day, so let's make today Friday."

Lotte smiled and told the goblin from Monday to Sunday, emphasizing that Saturday and Sunday are days off.

In other words, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, a broadcast will be made, saying that "the monsters in the second area were suppressed on Saturday and Sunday, so they will not come out", and those two days will be designated as rest days.

People who work can have a holiday, and people who do business can figure it out on their own—at that time, there will be a lot of people shopping, and there will be a lot of people shopping.

Of course, if you don't want to take a break and want to work overtime, you must be paid overtime according to the regulations. Everything is prompted by their portable voice assistants.

In fact, Lott did not let the adventurers rest on Saturday, but just set up a safe zone near the portal for ordinary people to play.

Other places are still full of monsters, which is convenient for adventurers to fight monsters to earn money-mainly to prevent them from going to the racetrack with nothing to do, after all, it is also a place to stimulate emotions.

Vickers looked at the concept map of the large arena in his hand, looked up and asked, "My lord, where should I put the venue?"

When Lott heard this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He originally planned to put it directly in the lottery room. After all, it only needs to spend energy to expand the space inside. However, if the racetrack is calculated on the basis of 50 square meters - 1 square kilometer = 100 million square meters = 10 energy points That is to say, if the racetrack wants to expand inside the lottery house, it needs at least 5 energy.

"If we put it outside and use the building materials we bought from humans to build a site of more than 50 square meters, how much energy would it take?" Lott asked.

Vickers calculated and replied, "It only needs 1."

The materials are all ready, and the energy only needs to be used to activate after the construction is completed.

Luo Te nodded. The location of the horse racing arena is 300 meters away from the northwest of the commercial street.

"Open a well-shaped street around the arena. You can buy something after watching the horse racing. Pokemon souvenirs will also be concentrated there. After all, the Pokemon Arena will eventually be opened there."

Vickers made a quick calculation, then raised his head and asked, "How big is your request?"

Lott drew a 'well' on the tablet, with a circle in the middle representing the arena and surrounding bars representing streets, each 600 meters long.

"Put it down today, notify businesses to move in, and open again tomorrow."

Vickers was silent for a while, and finally said: "All the facilities have been set up, and the energy consumption requires nearly 20. Sir, won't the Scarab be built?"

The current energy is 193 million. If it is used up, it will return to 173 million. The gap between this and the Scarab's 600 million research and development expenses is widening.
Lott said with a smile: "Don't worry, let the adventurers rest and refresh themselves in the next two days. The Elf Arena will open next Monday, and that will be our harvest day."

Harvesting energy must be done step by step and not in a hurry.

Although the current energy is slowly rising every minute, it is still greater than when it was not enough to give adventurers blood.

Only with a period of intense stimulation will the energy increase explosively. The side effects are, of course, high blood pressure, or other diseases caused by excessive heartbeat and mental excitement.

Therefore, drug development is a top priority for pharmaceutical manufacturers.

Although the healing spells and negative status elimination spells of the spellcasters can have a therapeutic effect, facing the huge group of adventurers, the spellcasters with only a few hundred people are simply a drop in the bucket.

Ordinary people don't have the luxury to ask a magician to come and see a doctor. All they can do is buy some pills they make from a pharmacist - in this world, pharmacists also act as half doctors, but He can only be regarded as a charlatan, prescribing medicine or something.

After settling the matter here, we have to go to the pharmaceutical company to have a look. We must first get Viagra and special drugs for treating high blood pressure.

"My lord, how to set up the interior of Happy Valley?" Vickers asked.

Lott gave an overview, as for the code name of the horse
"Just use the Knights of the Round Table."

　Thanks to: "Winter Countdown" for the 500 starting coins;
　　Thanks to: "Book friend 160229145738357" for the 100 starting coins reward!
　　
　
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