Sell? "
A barbarian squeezed over due to his size and shouted with a loud bell-like voice.
"There's a price tag on it, take a look for yourself."
I gave up helplessly again. This was the first time I had answered the same question. Why do these people still like to ask about the price even though the price is clearly marked? Is that where the fun lies?
"oh."
The big brother, the barbarian, responded, but he didn’t look at the price immediately. Instead, he looked at my face with strange eyes. It wasn’t until I felt uncomfortable being stared at by him that I raised my head and looked at him depressedly. At one glance, I said, man, I am not a mountaineer, and for a guy with your physique, I think the "petite and cute" Phoenix is more suitable for you.
"yawn----"
Phoenix, who was searching for "prey" on a certain street, sneezed loudly again.
"I remember, aren't you the guy at the door of the Green Forest Bar last time?"
Just when I got goosebumps all over my body and was about to give this barbarian who was suspected of being a noble brother a bit of a look, the barbarian suddenly slapped his round, tattooed head, and the little braid on the back of his forehead suddenly She shook her head, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and then her eyes fell on Moissa, who was concentrating on reading beside her without raising her head to look at her from beginning to end. The expression on her face was even more certain. After all, Princess Sanwu has such a wealth that will overwhelm all living beings. Her beauty and unique temperament are hard to forget after taking one look at her.
Oh, so that's what happened. This guy must be the same person who was watching last time. After confirming that this barbarian man had no special hobbies, my expression relaxed.
"I remember. It turned out to be you."
I gave a fake smile. There were so many onlookers at that time. It takes a ghost to recognize them one by one. But this big guy's straightforward personality is so endearing to people.
"Come on. Since we all know each other, we are destined to be together. I'll sell you this ax at a 20% discount."
I patted his shoulder generously. But because of height issues. In the end, I could only pat him on the arm a few times. sweat. I said, why are these savages so tall?
"Really."
The barbarian's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, I just said a few words casually. Just get a discount. Let’s take a look at the price of the blue double-edged axe. Depend on. It's better than using the landlord's weapon now. +20 enhanced attack. +6 fire damage. Excellent. The price is not much more expensive than the +1 life, +5 enhanced attack and other garbage in other stalls. Plus a 20% discount. It's like half sale and half free.
"This. Brother, isn't it too cheap? This one can be sold at least twice the price."
The big barbarian scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile. He seemed to think that such a price was too much of an advantage and disadvantaged the seller. He thought that I didn't know the market price, so he kindly reminded me. What a stupid guy. , if it were Doug, he would probably pay and leave without saying a word. The barbarian's upright personality made me like him even more, so I gave him a thumbs up.
"I know the price. It is said that once we meet, we are destined to meet each other, so you can take it without worry. There is no use for me to keep it anyway."
Although he didn't know what my gesture meant, the barbarian could see in the other person's eyes the same look as his partner's, without hypocrisy, without utilitarianism, straightforward and sincere eyes. After thinking about it, he didn't show any pretense and handed me the 12 shattered gems with a smile.
"That's interesting, brother. I have made a friend of yours. My name is Hart. If you encounter any trouble, just ask me if I can help."
Patting his hard chest. The barbarian laughed. Then he played with the ax he had just acquired lovingly, as if he wanted to rush out immediately to find a few monsters and attack them.
"Brother. How do you sell this chainmail..."
"Friend, I want this big shield..."
"Sir, I want 100 bottles of light life potion, 50 bottles..."
After the big guy left, someone immediately squeezed in from behind, as if he was afraid that if he took a step forward, someone else would snatch him away.
"Take your time. There are plenty of potions and a lot of blue equipment. Everyone, calm down. I'm not an assassin. I can clone myself."
I waved to the adventurers who surrounded the stall. Everyone smiled kindly and started lining up consciously. Those who didn't take their turn looked at the blue equipment I took out with admiration. , his eyes were surprised and amazed, probably thinking about which adventurer had such strength to sell these good things. If it weren't for the momentum I gave out because of my level, they might have doubted whether I was The Fortress of Demons and even the adventurers "smuggled" by Harlow Gasri.
If they don't deliberately conceal it, adventurers can guess each other's approximate level from each other's aura, and the error will generally not exceed five levels. For example, for a level 30 adventurer, others should be able to guess that his level should be between Between level 25-35.
I still underestimated the enthusiasm of adventurers. In less than a few hours, I sold dozens of blue equipment, and countless potions. Braving cold sweats, I finally stopped selling the equipment, and now I still It can be explained that the equipment of several adventure teams was collected and sold together. If it continues to be sold, I am afraid it will be suspected.
The consumption of potions surprised me even more. I originally thought that there were at least tens of thousands of potions piled up in the inventory and storage boxes like a mountain. Unexpectedly, in just a short while, there were dozens of bottles of this, a hundred bottles of that, I don’t know. Before I knew it, I was halfway there. Even the elite adventurers were attracted by such a cheap price. Although they were not short of potions, it wouldn't be a bad thing to buy more to reserve some, right?
Therefore, the potion can no longer be sold. If I sell it again, others will think that my family runs a mages guild.
Maybe some people will say that I have so many things on display, so aren’t I afraid of unscrupulous people secretly taking them away? Generally speaking, adventurers are arrogant and aboveboard people. However, I don’t think that all adventurers will be so self-disciplined. Some people who can’t help but be tempted still have to let go. It doesn’t matter. It’s not just me. Other stall owners have never worried about this problem, because no matter how small your actions are, There is always a chance that an adventurer with sharp eyes will see it, but you don’t admit it. Okay, let's go and be fair. The biggest guarantee is some special existences of the Mages Guild - the prophets.
Like Akara, they believe in the Great Eye. Of course, their prophecy is far inferior to Akara. But if you just judge whether the other party has something that belongs to you, it is not difficult. You must know that this kind of behavior that makes all adventurers shameless, once exposed, not only yourself, but also your entire team will be exposed. Ashamed, he has become the laughing stock of adventurers throughout the Dark Continent. Equipment is valuable, but dignity is even more expensive. Therefore, no adventurer would be stupid enough to risk such a thing on the stall.
Of course, if what you display is gold or even dark gold equipment, that's another matter.
Seems almost sold out. However, adventurers came from afar after hearing the news. Based on the sales volume, obediently, at least one-third of the adventurers who stayed in Kurast and did not go out to experience have already patronized his business. , it seems that it is difficult to become a celebrity. Hey, it is just a matter of cleaning up the inventory. As for making such a big noise? But think about it. There is nothing we can do about it. Gold will shine no matter where it is. People like us, who are so popular, are destined to lead the times.
I brushed my bangs on my forehead like a flower girl and thought coquettishly, while calling out to the adventurers who were still looking at me expectantly, I'm sorry, everyone, please close the stall and sell it again. The potion and other trade market stall owners of the Mages Guild will put us on the blacklist.
Those adventurers who came in a hurry left with disappointment. They had no choice but to call themselves late. Just when I wanted to see the last blue heavy buckle put away, and then close the stall and leave, the sound of slight footsteps came. Come on, now we are also people who have seen the world, so we just listen to the soft and rhythmic footsteps without raising our heads. I made a rough guess about the other person's profession - he should be an assassin.
at the same time. A pair of white and tender little hands handed it over to me at the same time as I grasped the blue heavy buckle belt. I immediately frowned as I grabbed the other side of the heavy buckle strap.
"I'm sorry, customer, the stall has been closed and I won't buy anything." With such an unreasonable behavior, if you meet a stall owner with a bad temper, he might think you are here to rob you and start a fight.
"Don't say that, brother stall owner, don't you still have the goods? Just let me take a look."
A soft voice that was as sweet and sticky as honey, making people feel numb in their hearts, rang in my ears. This familiar tone was so naturally charming that it made me raise my head with my eyes wide open.
Her watery eyes reveal infinite charm, and her beautiful yet childish loli face can make men fall in love with her. She is petite and exquisite, but has a devilish figure that should be straight and perky. They all exude a seductive charm that makes people burst with desire and want to press them down and humiliate them severely.
Enemies meet on a narrow road, enemies meet on a narrow road. It's you, the assassin, again. Didn't you say that there will be no end in sight? Why do you still have to pester me? Every time I meet you, I will lose money. Even if I am afraid of you, please keep a hundred meters away from now on... No, it is best to be ten kilometers away. I beg you.
And what I don't know is that at this moment, Lucia is also a little strange. Ever since she was messed up by a group of dwarfs in the forest, and she was rescued by that stupid businessman who was as stupid as a papaya, the faces of the four people in the team have changed. I am somewhat disgraced. I have always been hailed as an elite team, but I am actually being chased around by a group of dwarves?
After realizing the arrogance and complacency that had unknowingly developed in the team, Lucia decisively chose to go back, calm down, reflect, put down her mentality, and face the new environment and new enemies seriously.
Today, Lucia, who was pondering in the hotel, decided to come out for some air and visit the trade market. Women always have a special interest in shopping, and maybe we can see her there...
Thinking of this, she was suddenly shocked. What was wrong with her? Why was she always thinking about that idiot recently? Moreover, a place like the trading market would probably be looked down upon by that idiot. If it were him, he would be wearing that weird black clothes and hiding mysteriously in a corner, thinking he was cool. Wave to the adventurers passing by. Lucia's alluring eyes narrowed as she recalled the first time they met. The seductive red lips curled up, making the men passing by stunned. If there were telephone poles in front of them at this time, I believe a very classic scene would have happened.
Originally I just came out casually, but it was already quite late, after walking around in the trade market. Lucia's face was full of disappointment. Sure enough, like Lu Gaoyin, although the equipment level was a little higher, the equipment sold for sale were all junk equipment. As an elite adventure team, Lucia was not interested in such things. Wouldn't even look at it.
Just when she was about to go back, she suddenly saw a strange scene. A large group of adventurers were gathering at the same place. The adventurers who came out of it all had happy faces, and they could tell at a glance that they had encountered something good, judging from the trade market. Chances are 10% that you bought something good.
Out of curiosity, Lucia also followed the crowd and walked over. However, after walking for a while, the adventurers in front suddenly dispersed and turned away one by one with sad faces, muttering something like "a pity" and "the stall has been closed". Seeing the other adventurers dispersed and knowing that the excitement was gone, Lucia originally wanted to turn back. But the moment the crowd dispersed, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure broke into her line of sight, making her heart tighten as if being grasped by a big hand.
Is it that person? Probably not. Although he looks similar, he is not so high-profile and always wears strange black clothes. Thinking of this, Lucia moved away without realizing it. Moving forward, when the other party was about to put away the last piece of equipment, Lucia couldn't understand why she did this. It was probably the so-called woman's intuition, so she grabbed it with her hand.
There's no rush, no rush, she doesn't know who she is now, and I can't expose my flaws.
I recovered from the surprise instantly, and a red alarm went off in my heart. Warn yourself like this. Then he forced out a gentle smile of a businessman from his mouth and lowered his voice a bit.
"I'm sorry. Miss Assassin has already closed her stall."
Seeing the ordinary face that the other party raised, Lucia felt puzzled in her heart. It looked similar, but not very similar. To say it looked similar was just a woman's intuition. To say it didn't look like it meant that there were many places and the dress didn't look like it. , the personality is not the same, and the voice is not the same.
"Brother, stall owner, just let me take a look. Can you just delay it for a little while?"
Lucia blinked her eyes pitifully and said, no, she couldn't just let him go. She couldn't figure out the reason. She just felt that she couldn't miss even a glimmer of possibility like this. Thinking of that idiot, she hugged her belly and rolled with laughter. He gritted his teeth angrily and hummed, I can't find out your true identity.
"Okay... okay, just this belt, see if the properties are suitable. Hurry up."
With a roll of my eyes, I reluctantly agreed. Instead of trying to pull each other off like this, it would be better to make a quick deal and then break up.
Although the purpose was not to buy a belt, Lucia calmly glanced at the properties of the belt, and then stared blankly.
The belt of skills
Defense: 6
Durability: 18-18
Strength points required: 45
Required Level: 21
+5 agility
There is no doubt that this belt should be the best choice for assassins below the gold level. It is better than the one I am wearing. If I have to say it has a shortcoming, it is that the strength requirement is a bit higher. If it is a buckle belt , even if it is a sash, the assassin does not pay much attention to this little defense gap.
"Brother stall owner, I want this belt."
Lucia's eyes lit up and she said with a smile. If she was just suspicious of the other party's identity at first, then now, this belt has become one of her goals.
"Well, okay, the price is... the price is..."
The price tag probably fell off when I pulled it, so I lowered my head and looked around.
"Is this it? Well, let me see, is it 6,000 gold coins? Wow, brother stall owner, you are such a good person." Lucia, who was sharp-eyed, noticed the price tag first, picked it up and took a look, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder those who bought it The adventurers who arrived were so happy.
Taking the price tag from the other party, I took a gloomy look at the price on it. It was indeed 6,000. Normally I wouldn't be so entangled. But, I am a normal person, so I should hold a little grudge, so I flipped the price tag down without thinking and blurted it out.
"No, you are wrong. It is 9,000 gold coins."
The atmosphere suddenly became cold.
Oh----I am a pig. I am really a pig. Can 6000 be regarded as 9000 if I turn it upside down? Now that he has used such a method that even a child can't frighten, it's over.
Seeing the other party's demeanor and tone, Lucia was in a trance for a while, and the look on her face became even more suspicious. It looked so similar, especially in terms of this "stingy character".
"Haha. I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I couldn't help but make a little joke when I saw such a beautiful Miss Assassin." A cold wind blew by, and I suddenly woke up. I immediately laughed exaggeratedly and said, "Make things right, Shi Youwei" Late too.
However, my superb acting skills obviously didn't work. The assassin kept his puzzled expression unchanged and moved her face closer, so close that her alluring body fragrance became rich in my nose.
Woohoo, little Jasmine, stop reading and come and save me, your master.
I took a step back and glanced at Princess Sanwu who looked like I didn't see anything and was still reading the book intently.
"Brother stall owner, have we met somewhere?" Lucia stared at each other's eyes closely and got to the point.
"Is...is that so? With such a popular person like me...ahem, and such a popular appearance, it's not surprising that I was mistakenly identified. You must have recognized the wrong person." Calm down, you must be calm at this time, and you must not reveal it. Flaw, I responded "calmly" while rubbing my nose with my hand.
"Although the appearance is a bit ordinary, the character is not ordinary at all. They are really similar." Lucia asked aggressively, striding forward, as if she wanted to put her eyes on the other person's face.
"Are you beating around the bush and saying I'm a weirdo?"
I suddenly became unhappy. Assassins too. Same goes for Omas, why do everyone misunderstand me? How can a man as popular and universal as me be found in the world? I can't find it even with a lantern! !
This seems a bit contradictory. Forget it, I didn’t pass Chinese language anyway...
"Is that so? I'm sorry, stall owner brother, you look too much like a friend of mine."
Seeing that I was unhappy, the assassin stuck out his cute little tongue, and seemed to know how to stop when he was ready. He finally pushed back the oppressive body. Well, it was really oppressive. There were still a few gaps between his faces. By the way, the tip of that man's big breasts were already pressing down on his body...
"That's it, I'm still in a hurry."
After receiving four fragmented gems from the assassin's hands, I hurriedly rolled up the blanket and pulled Princess Sanwu away with her head buried in a book.
"How many bottles of potions were thrown away?"
Suddenly there was a familiar voice in my ears, and I felt a trance in my heart. I subconsciously answered.
"What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."
Haha, fooling, you want to fool me? Let me tell you, I grew up watching Grandpa Zhao's sketches since I was a child. I looked at him with confused eyes, and a trace of pride flashed in my eyes.
"It seems that I really saw the wrong person. I'm sorry to bother you, stall owner brother." The assassin's eyes clearly flashed with disappointment, and the speed of running parallel to me also slowed down, and gradually fell behind. It seems that I really have given up.
"Obviously the person who cheated me out of thirty broken gems last time said..." The last faint voice came to my ears.
"You're talking nonsense. There are only fifteen fragmented gems, and I lost money in the end." I stopped suddenly and pointed at the assassin and shouted loudly. Being framed like this, as a moral and principled businessman, Of course I couldn't let it go.
What caught his eye was the assassin's squinting eyes and a cunning smile like a little fox.
"Brother Merchant, it's so hard for you to hide this from me..." With this coquettish expression, she swooped up and took my arm, which was still petrified. Others looked like an intimate couple.
But that's not the case at all.
"I had a lot of fun last time while I was in the mess of (An: My mother). It seems that we are going to have a good business deal. (An: I won't kill you this time.), you think so? Brother businessman?"
The breath that sticks to my ear is like a blue sound, but it is like a devil's curse, pushing me down into the abyss. No more. "
With a sullen face. I asked quietly behind Omas in a dead voice. I don’t know what he was doing, but Omas suddenly shuddered, yelled "Ghost!" and jumped back, then turned his panicked old face. .
Are you brave enough to be the leader of the alliance? Could it be that I have done too many things out of regret? Looking at Omus's frightened expression as if he had seen a ghost, I took a sip of disdain.
"Sir Elder, don't scare me. I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you like this?"
After seeing clearly that it was me, Omus quickly patted his little heart that was beating with fright. He looked curiously at my thin and pale face, which looked like a drunken man. Then he looked at me next to me. The taciturn Princess Sanwu couldn't help but sigh and spoke with sincerity.
"I have long heard that the elder has a beautiful maid by his side. But you must also pay attention to your health and don't overindulge."
"I'll let you die, I'm asking if the teleportation is ready." I gritted my teeth and glanced at Omus. I'm really not in the mood to complain about him now. Ever since that little fox found out who I was, I haven't had even a second of peace of mind. I don't know how she found out about my little villa. Every day The little ghost came to the door to harass people, but Princess Sanwu refused to help at the critical moment. The little ghost slept like a dead pig, and there was...
Thinking of living like a nightmare these past few days, I almost collapsed. Oh my god, please strike down a huge thunder and send me or that little vixen through time. I really can't stand it anymore.
Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Omas was rarely funny. He led me to the central platform of the central area and entered the high tower.
"Master Elder, are you going back to Rogge's camp?"
Standing in the center of the teleportation array, a black-robed mage asked in a routine confirmation.
"Anywhere is fine. As long as I can get out of here as soon as possible..."
She glanced at him with a faint look, which made the mage break into a cold sweat.
There was a flash of light, and the next moment, we had appeared at the... teleportation station in Rogge's camp?
Hey hey? ! !
My eyes widened in disbelief. I stood on the high platform of the teleportation array and looked down at the teleportation square. Or were there soldiers guarding the teleportation station? What on earth was going on? Shouldn't teleportation appear in the underground teleportation room of the Mage Guild? Why are you here? Can anyone tell me what's going on? What if I teleport on a whim, wouldn't I make a big fool of myself now?
"Sir Elder. You are coming."
In a trance. A respectful voice came over, and I quickly shook my head and came back to reality. I turned around and saw a familiar and delicate face. Oh, I remembered it. After thinking for a while, I finally found something in my mind. This familiar Rogge soldier, no? It was when I was practicing listening a few days ago that the old drunkard disappeared for no reason, causing me to help her handle a lot of things. The one I had met several times, who was in which group and which group, that one was called What's the name?
"Sir Elder, I am the captain of the fifth team of the second team, Wright and Harmans."
Seeing me looking stunned and confused again, this smart young man didn't think so. I think she must be used to the old drunkard's style, but she never remembers people's names.
Although I wanted to ask something from this soldier named Wright, considering that he was just a squad leader, he probably didn’t know much. After exchanging pleasantries, I said goodbye and strode away from the teleportation square. came out, vaguely, I felt that when this situation occurred, it should be that the miser led their group of research madmen to fiddle with something from the design paper of optimizing the long-distance transmission scroll given by Tarasha. He swore that at the time It can be thoroughly researched in about a year, and now it has been more than half a year. The accident just now must be part of the results of the research in all likelihood.
I must have become the first guinea pig to use this semi-improved remote teleportation station. Thinking of this, I can't help but sweat. If I want to say what is the most untrustworthy thing in Rogge's camp, one is the old drunkard. Talk nonsense, and the second is the research results of the miser. Should I be grateful that I have not been transported to another world? No, maybe I am already in another dark plane now...
After leaving the square, I greeted familiar people all the way, and soon returned to my little home in the Mages Guild. Ah, little Willas, little Sarah, and my precious daughter, I'm back.
I opened the tent door, but there was no one. When I opened the door, there was still no one. It was strange. Where had everyone gone? I suddenly clapped my hands. Oh, they should all be in the training camp. It happens to be afternoon now. Most likely. Vilas at home might also be studying hard.
After wandering around the Mage Guild, under the guidance of a certain mage, I finally found Vilas in the open space behind the guild. Oh, the damn miser is not bad. Not only did he open a small stove for Vilas alone, but he even had a training ground. It's personal. Seeing that he has good intentions, I'll just check off the previous account... and drop one-tenth of it.
"Drink----" Willas, who is usually as kind and docile as a reindeer, is now surrounded by a faint layer of thunder, and her delicate little face, which always has a gentle smile, now shows a completely different seriousness. With a look, she let out a sweet shout, and the thunder and lightning lingering on her body began to slowly concentrate on her hands. After about five or six seconds, a thunderball the size of a table tennis ball had gathered in the palm of her hand, and the corners of her hair were faintly reflected. She was covered with a layer of crystal sweat, and it seemed that she had reached her limit. With a gentle push of her jade hand, the small thunder ball in her palm turned into a white light and penetrated into the ground. Then it turned into an electric arc and flashed across, and instantly hit the target more than ten meters away. , as an explosion sounded, the wooden target was suddenly blown into several pieces.
Well, this should be the mage's first-level electric charge bomb, but it is much weaker, and if it is used by a real mage, even the first-level one can produce three arcs...
Vilas, who was so focused that she didn't notice my arrival, waved her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her forehead, took several deep breaths, raised her hands again, and her body flashed with lightning again.
I just quietly watched Vilas' hard work. Even during practice, she was still wearing the hard-working maid uniform, as if she was ready to go home to wash and cook at any time.
His vision blurred unconsciously. How many times had he been touched by this girl? It's not the first time, and it's definitely not the last time. When I recall every bit of contact with Vilas, my heart always overflows with sweetness, followed by a burst of guilt. She has paid so much for herself and this family. I gave up the peaceful life I longed for and left my only relative. Everything at home was taken care of by her. It seemed that whenever I thought of something, she had already prepared it for me. In addition, I had to find time to practice. magic……
When the second electric arc was swung out, in a blur, I had walked behind Vilas and gently hugged her petite body from behind. How much burden were carried on these weak shoulders? How can I repay this girl who has given everything to me...
