62: Chapter 62 The Unlucky One

She struggled internally, thinking: On one hand, the exhaustion from the day's battle and the comfort of the massage she had just received made her somewhat reluctant to leave; on the other hand, reason and shyness told her she could not "delay" the Lord as he planned important matters.

In the end, her sense of responsibility prevailed.

She lowered her head slightly, avoiding Lin Tian's smiling gaze, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, yet firm: "No, no need, Lord... Your subordinate is not tired. I will return to my room to meditate and await your orders."

After saying this, as if afraid Lin Tian would say something else to make her heart race, she quickly bowed, turned around as if fleeing, and nimbly ran upstairs, returning to the warm and comfortable guest bedroom that belonged to her, gently closing the door.

Leaning against the door, she could hear her heartbeat thumping like a drum; the heat on her face had not yet faded, but the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and on the first floor of the Lords Mansion, Lin Tian put away his playful expression.

In a pleasant mood after teasing Lin Yin, Lin Tian hummed a tuneless song and strolled to the warehouse, which had been expanded but was still packed full of various supplies.

The pile of treasure chests in the corner, emitting faint lights of various colors, looked particularly enticing under the wall lamps of the warehouse.

"Come on, let's see what surprises the system has prepared for me, this 'Chosen One'."

Lin Tian rubbed his hands together, a smile on his face, and walked toward the small mountain of treasure chests, which were mainly of the black iron variety.

First, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, he quickly opened the dozens of black iron treasure chests.

White light flashed one after another, and as for the results...

[Obtained: iron ore × 100]

[Obtained: Large roll of toilet paper × 30 rolls]

[Obtained: Simple ceramic bowl × 50]

[Obtained: Refined salt × 30kg]

...

Nothing but daily necessities, basic building materials, and ordinary supplies.

There were no blueprints, no special materials, and only a few bottles of healing potions.

"Alright..." Lin Tian looked at the pile of "unpretentious" supplies that had appeared on the ground, his mouth twitching subtly.

He shrugged, his tone full of resigned indifference.

"As expected, my 'bad luck' bloodline is performing as stably as ever.

Fine, better than nothing; at least I don't have to worry about bowls for the brothers to eat, salt, and some daily supplies."

Finally, his gaze fell on the only silver treasure chest emitting a soft, silvery light.

It sat alone to the side, as if silently mocking him that his previous "army" had only produced one "Silver General."

"This is the last one. I've saved up so much luck, it should explode at least once, right?"

Lin Tian took a deep breath, as if performing some kind of ritual, and then, with the last shred of expectation of "turning a bicycle into a motorcycle," he reached out and touched the treasure chest.

A flash of silver light, and the treasure chest disappeared.

[Obtained: wood × 5000 units.]

The expression on Lin Tian's face froze for several seconds.

Looking at the pile of basic wood that had appeared out of thin air on the warehouse floor, he blinked, and then blinked again.

"Ha... Hahaha..." He suddenly chuckled, then his laughter grew louder, finally turning into a hearty laugh filled with helplessness and self-mockery.

He shook his head while laughing, "wood! 5,000 units of wood! Good! Very good! System, you are really... too considerate! You knew I was about to start large-scale construction and was short on wood, right? So you sent it directly to me! My 'bad luck' halo is probably going to follow me as I conquer the entire Eternal Continent and become my signature talent, isn't it?"

After laughing, he wiped away his touched tears, and his mindset quickly adjusted.

"Forget it, forget it. If I'm unlucky, so be it. At least what I got is practical and doesn't cheat me.

wood is also a hard currency, so it's not a loss."

He quickly cast this "minor setback" to the back of his mind and began to calculate serious matters.

He sat directly on the floor, leaning against a bag of grain, and pulled up the trading panel.

The late-night procurement had begun.

The first stop was an old partner; he opened the chat interface with Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo.

[Lin Tian]: "Brother Li, you're still not resting at this hour? (Attached a 'peeking' emoji)"

[Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo]: "It's little brother Lin! I'm not asleep, not asleep.

I'm leading the dwarf brothers to rush out the last batch of work.

Why, are you here to take care of your brother's business again? How much Refined Iron do you need this time?"

[Lin Tian]: "That's a must! You are the 'stabilizing pillar' of my Refined Iron supply; if there's any good business, I'll definitely think of you first!"

[Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo]: (Sent a "smug" but restrained emoji) "Stop flattering me.

Tell me, how much do you need this time?

Let's be clear first: your demand is skyrocketing like a rocket.

I have to check my own stock first to see if I can handle a big shot like you."

Lin Tian looked at the reply, feeling emotional.

His development speed was indeed like a wild horse off the leash, and his resource consumption was so fast that it made people feel "painful yet happy."

The pain was the heartache of seeing spirit crystals and materials flowing out like water, and the joy was seeing his strength change day by day.

He deliberated for a moment and stated a number.

[Lin Tian]: "Brother Li, I need quite a lot this time... 10,000 units of Refined Iron. Do you have enough in stock?"

The furnace fire illuminated Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo's instantly widened eyes and slightly stiff face.

The small hammer in his hand dropped onto the anvil with a "clatter."

"Ten... 10,000!" He gasped, almost thinking he had misread it.

At this stage, he wanted 10,000 units of Refined Iron?

Was he going to forge an iron mountain, or equip all his soldiers with full plate armor?

Even if it was the latter, he would need that many soldiers!

He suppressed the urge to ask what it was for and replied with a bitter face.

[Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo]: "Little brother Lin... you have really given your brother a huge problem!

10,000 units... Even if I melt all the iron ore in my inventory, I can't make up that number! (Bitter smile emoji)

To tell you the truth, at full capacity, I only have 5,000 units in stock right now.

Even if I make all the dwarf brothers work through the night, by dawn tomorrow, at most, I can only scrape together another 3,000, for a total of 8,000 units!

This is already the limit.

Any more than that, and even if you stuff me into the furnace, I won't be able to refine it!"

Lin Tian sighed slightly when he saw the reply.

Refined Iron is not like iron ore; it requires smelting and forging, so production capacity is indeed limited.

Although 8,000 was short of the goal, it was the maximum amount available at the moment.

He had to accept reality.

[Lin Tian]: "Brother Li, you are too modest.

8,000 units is already very impressive!

You are the only person I know who can stably provide such a large amount of Refined Iron at this stage!

Let's do 8,000!

We'll trade tomorrow morning, and the price will be the same old rule: 1 spirit crystal per unit, how about that?"

Master Blacksmith Li Zhenguo, behind the chat interface, breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and having finally kept this big customer, immediately replied: "Deal! Little brother Lin is straightforward!

Then it's settled, see you tomorrow morning!

I have to hurry and help those little guys work, otherwise, I won't be able to deliver the goods tomorrow morning!"