Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 410 Suleda's Hint

Sand Gold shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe that's why I'm still thinking about making money even when I'm about to die."

"Besides, the patriarch is still here."

"If I were to have a moment of madness and fight with Director Eve, do you think the family's blockade or the company's fleet would arrive first?"

"Judging by the time, the company's fleet should have already entered the Asmodeus system."

Ladio's expression changed. "You've completely gone mad, you damn gambler."

"Maybe I've gone mad, who knows?" Sand Gold was unfazed by Ladio's curses.

He originally intended to use himself as a bargaining chip to secure the opportunity for his company to gain a strong foothold in Pinocchio.

Therefore, one's own life or death is not important.

Eve's presence as a director was merely to contribute to this purpose.

With the death of a P45 executive at Pinocchio and the personal safety of an honorary director at P48 threatened, the company's fleet could have a reason to come in.

Ladio sighed. "Fine. Here, take this. Open it when you're about to die; you'll thank me then."

"What is this... a doctor's order?"

Sand Gold received a small gift from Ladio.

But Ladio left while he was conducting his research.

"Ha, you understand drama, Professor."

At that moment, the baptism of "harmony" shone brightly, and a dizzying, painful sensation surged into my brain.

The gold dust was in excruciating pain and nearly collapsed to the ground.

"You want me to investigate a case, but you won't give me a single clue... You're really something, you bastard with wings on your head."

"But the way you all seem so anxious about that illegal immigrant confirms my suspicions. From now on... let the company's wealth rain down on everyone equally."

Sand Gold already had a plan in mind.

After all, he hadn't revealed his final trump card yet.

On Dream Street.

The passersby were unaware of what was happening; extravagance and debauchery were the hallmarks of this city.

"Alas... the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be..."

The old man sat on a bench.

“These gems are for you.” Sand Gold took out some loose gems from the bag.

"You... oh, I get it, this must be some kind of prank show! You must have set up a camera upstairs over there to film yourself doing good deeds, right?"

“You young people are always thinking about taking shortcuts and unconventional approaches, that won’t do. A truly good film can only be made with heart.”

"The show is about to begin, old man. But before that, I'd like to ask you something. Do you know where to find 'death' in this dream?"

"Oh! Another 'fearless' young man. Here's a piece of advice: don't think your ideas are so ahead of their time."

"Death? This kind of subject matter is so overdone. I even bought some from Dr. Edward. He said it was some kind of... high-end anonymous donation that was one of a kind, but it was actually terrible. It was all just a gimmick."

"The effect was terrible. At first, a monster with eyes stabbed me in the stomach. After that, all I could vaguely see were tall buildings and lights, and then the world was spinning. I almost threw up..."

"Is that all?" Sand Gold pressed.

The old man spread his hands. "Otherwise what? Don't count too much on Pinocchio's core film industry... They even call this kind of thing 'avant-garde art,' isn't that ridiculous?"

"Wait a minute, besides this, there seems to be another possibility that is very similar to what you need."

Just as Sand Gold was about to leave, the old man called him back.

“Tell me about it,” Sand Gold asked eagerly.

"However, it's not called 'death' but 'fear,' in Dr. Edward's dream bubble."

"Beneath the dazzling city, everything seems unusually calm, but unexpected crises lurk between the skyscrapers."

"Crisis?" Sand Gold asked.

"The sound of flapping wings and chirping insects; the tall buildings are their hatching grounds, the hotels are their foraging grounds, and the squares are their hunting grounds."

"At the end of the dream, Pinocchio is filled with worms. When the protagonist escapes, he discovers that the entire Pinocchio is a giant worm."

"Haha, isn't this ridiculous? If it weren't for Dr. Edward, I would have suspected that the entire Dream Bubble existed just to prank others."

"Insects...?" Sand Gold fell into deep thought.

"Pinocone is a worm, it's impossible no matter how you look at it," the old man said with a self-deprecating laugh.

"You're right. I won't bother you any longer. Have a nice day."

After saying goodbye, Sand Gold went to find other passersby.

A member of a hound family came into his view.

Sand Gold moved closer, and the man noticed Sand Gold's subtle movements.

"Be careful, my friend. If you encounter any danger, the hounds are always ready to serve you."

"These gems are for you."

Without a word, Sand Gold placed the gemstone in the burly man's hand.

The burly man's expression was complex, as if he were looking at a sparrow covered in mud, a bird that couldn't fly and was not far from death.

“Friend…you don’t look well. If you need help, I can contact the hotel to wake you up by force.”

“No need, I have other things to do… but thanks anyway.” Sand Gold shook his head.

"Alright. Don't push yourself too hard. Come find us hounds if you need anything."

"Well, I do need your help with something... As Pinocchio's best hound, have you had any dealings with human smugglers lately?"

"Smugglers? How could there be smugglers in Pinocchio? There's never been such a thing." The burly man pretended not to know.

Seeing that there was no way to break through, Sand Gold shook his head. "Hmm... alright. I wish you all the best in your work."

After he left, he encountered another person who was drunk on the street.

"A good drink can wash away a thousand sorrows, and without dreams, there is no worry... Hey, I really should become a poet..."

"These gems are for you."

The same method was used for placer gold.

The man seemed surprised. "Oh? Hiccup... You want... to give this to me? I didn't expect that in this place, there would actually be someone trying to be a nice guy..."

"Or are you pitying me? Never mind, it doesn't matter... as long as I have... Suleda, that's enough. After all, that's the essence of dreams, isn't it? Haha..."

"Drink less Solomon, my friend, it's good for your health," Sand Gold advised.

"Oh! Hehe, you're right... But before that, I'd like to meet... the demon of Suleda..."

"Could you tell me more about 'The Devil of Suleda'?"

"Hehe...okay...ah! It's...an animal without a neck!"

"They say...it loves to appear in front of drunkards...especially those big, idiots passed out on the side of the road! Ha..."

"Then, the devil will whisper in the drunkard's ear, saying terrifying things like, 'What you drink, Solomon's fluids, is all my bodily fluids...'"

"Hahahaha, this is hilarious! How could something this good be demonic fluid? Isn't that ridiculous?"

As he was talking, the drunkard took another sip of Solomon's Syrup, then collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

"That was really interesting, thank you."

Sand Gold glanced at the drunkard and muttered to himself.

"Are demons animals without necks?"

"What animal can live without a neck?"

"No neck... an insect!"

Sand Gold suddenly realized that an animal without a neck must be an insect.

"So, translated, Sulfa is insect bodily fluid?" Sand Gold felt a chill run down his spine.

This statement is absolutely disgusting.

"However, there might be some connection between them?"

Sand Gold re-examined the matter; two people had mentioned insects in succession, so something must be wrong.

"Could it be a swarm of insects?"

"No, how could something like this exist in the Grand Event Star that the family controls...?"

As Sand Gold was pondering, his body began to sway, and he tripped and fell.

Suddenly, a cunning little girl's voice rang out.

"Remember what I said? You Tsiganians are meant to stay under manhole covers..."

"Look at you, sneaking around like that! Sniffing here and there—"

"Is the stench of 'death' so alluring, little peacock?"

As Sand Gold got up, he saw Fireworks.

"Hmph... It's you. I should have guessed it long ago. The 'stand-in' appearing on television after the robin's death was you, Masked Fool."

"No, they refused my invitation." Hanabi shook her head.

“How is that possible?” Sand Gold frowned.

"Who knows? Maybe the family has other ways." Hanabi skipped over.

"But you... I heard your family has put a curse on you? Sigh, they gave you such a direct hint... 'Go find a mute person to befriend,' just that simple sentence..."

"And what happened? Not only did you mess things up, you also got yourself into trouble. We asked you to befriend a mute person, but instead of asking you to become mute yourself, you really let them down."

"What do you mean?" Sand Gold's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"You know better than I do, who watched helplessly as the little bird, unable to sing, died right before their eyes? It was you, little peacock, of course!"

“I’m asking you… what does ‘becoming mute’ mean?” Sand Gold’s face turned completely cold.

"You're asking a question you already know the answer to, because you'll soon be like her, unable to speak forever."

Sand Gold fell silent; what she said was indeed true.

"However, in my opinion, this is not necessarily a bad thing, because..."

“Because I’m about to touch the ‘truth,’ right?” Sand Gold said first.

"Oh?"

"Fool, why do you think I would carry around this tattered bag and hand out cheap jewelry all over the street?"

"This is all for your benefit. The more pathetic I appear, the more likely I am to lure you out... I've been waiting for you for so long, won't you reward me with an answer for all this effort?"

The question then became intriguing: "Why should I help you?"

"Didn't you want Pinocchio to plunge the world into chaos? I can make it happen, but I only need to verify one thing: back then, the 'mute' you sent me to find..."

"Does it really refer to the 'robin'?"

What if I say "no"?

Hearing this answer, the weight lifted from the shoulders of the gold miner. "Thank you. This is the first time I've heard this word so warmly."

"Sure, I underestimated you. But what good does that do?"

“Let me tell you—there were originally two people who fit the definition of ‘mute.’ But the robin is dead, and the other… ‘she’ is still in Pinocchio, but you probably won’t find her again.”

“Fool, now I am absolutely certain that I have been on the right track from the very beginning and have never deviated from it.”

"I only lack two things: first, the meaning behind the truth; second, the method to reveal it."

Hanabi burst into laughter, "Great! It's time for my favorite part: stubbornness—you still don't know anything, do you?"

"No, no, I have proven its existence through various signs, and that is enough. As for the answers to these two questions, seventeen... no, sixteen systems are enough for me to handle everything."

"Sixteen systems? Is that really enough? Let me add fuel to the fire for you." A dangerous smile appeared on Hanabi's lips.

She took out a box.

“Here, take this. This is my treasured ‘mutually assured destruction’ button; I have an identical one myself. If either of us presses it, the other will immediately explode into the sky along with the entire Pinocchio.”

"If you really want the company to take over Pinocchio, to the point where you can't take it anymore... then blowing up the table isn't a bad idea. We can always start over! That's what the company excels at, right?"

The language of fireworks is full of allure.

"When you're at your wit's end, just press it. Of course, you can also contact me; consider it my 'end-of-life care'!"

"This is so dangerous... I bet the family didn't take you seriously at all, right? Otherwise, how did you manage to smuggle it in?" Sand Gold looked at the box, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You just need to know that I have this ability," Hanabi said with a smile.

“I’m afraid I have to decline your offer. Who knows if your little toy will even work? By the way, I don’t plan to go looking for that ‘other mute friend’ you mentioned, but I’m happy to hear that he’s still in Pinocchio.” Sand Gold shook his head and prepared to leave.

"I will handle the rest myself: I will prepare a grand opening act for the downfall of the family. At the climax, the walls will crumble, people will awaken, and those who cannot speak will speak again—"

"When that time comes, please press the button and set off a huge firework to cheer me on, hahahahaha..."

"Farewell, fool."

"Even at this point, you still have the nerve to spout nonsense... But it's a deal." Hanabi found things getting interesting.

"Isn't this a kind of pleasure?"

"You absolutely mustn't let me down, okay?"

.............................................................