Chapter 2260 Selling Swords
The dark wind blew down, the sky was hazy, and everyone on the Volkov Plain looked sad.
"It's over, it's over. This year's grain harvest may be extinct."
Farmers on the ground are worried about the bottom of the valley. The grain harvested twice a year has turned yellow in the first season, and they will definitely not be able to grow it in the second season. . A natural disaster and several meteorites affected the people on the entire plain.
Some people are sad, and some are happy. It's not that those who got rich by disaster are hoarding, but Gordon and his cousin Mafia are in a good mood.
"I'm finally free. I can enjoy all this with peace of mind. No one is coercing me." Gordon lay on the sofa in the bar, taking a sip of sweet fruit wine into his throat, which was cool and comfortable.
Mafia drank wheat beer. The wheat on the Volkov Plain was very fragrant, but the price of wine was rising recently.
"You seem a little unhappy." Gordon touched his bald head and put the bottle on the table: "Isn't it good to get rid of those guys? They always order us to do this and that. Yes, you don’t have to work for them now.”
Mafia. Said: "I'm thinking about what to do next. I used to be a gang leader, but now..."
Gordon spread his hands: "What else should I do? Enjoy life. Now we have reached the point where we can hardly do anything anymore. At your age, do you still have to go through trouble?”
"I have this idea to return to my old business." Mafia thought for a while and said: "I am familiar with the western border area of Saint Vicoia. After the Prisoner's Gate is over, I can go there to regroup..."
"Forget it, my brother, don't bother. I'm lucky to have survived this experience. Or is it because of lack of money? Anyway, I saved some money as a hunter, which will be enough for the rest of my life."
"It is indeed a bit lacking."
"No way, you have been the boss for so many years, haven't you saved any money?"
Mafia said: "I The money he made at that time was coined by that guy. The remaining money was left in Ilsius Mountain and may have been discovered and taken away by the criminals.”
"Oh my God, you are so confused."
Mafia raised her beer glass and took a swig.
Gordon thought for a while and said: "Tagore is dead. Since you are my cousin and have experienced such a dangerous situation, I still have an unearned income that I can share with you. One copy. After you get it, you should rest in peace.”
“Oh?” Mafia looked at him willingly.
Gordon said: "Do you know why I asked you to come here? I have an old customer here who is a collector. I have a treasure in my hand that I can sell to him."
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Mafia's eyes lit up: "What treasure?"
Gordon leaned forward and whispered a few words.
"Extremely..."
Gordon made a gesture of silence and said: "Don't ask where it came from, it must be real. It's just that that guy likes to play black. Hey, I'm going alone... It's hard to say whether he will do anything. He will be wary if we go together. "
"Will he buy it? "
"Definitely. I'm very familiar with him and understand him."
Mafiya said impatiently: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go now."
"Don't worry, no more It’s best to have a few drinks and go there in half an hour.”
After a while, Mafia asked again: “Hey, why don’t you sell things to the owner of the manor on Apple Island? He is the richest? People will definitely be willing to pay an unimaginable price," Mafia said. Gordon waved his hand: "Putiste's status is too high, he is too famous, and his friends are all top celebrities. If he takes this thing, he must know that it comes from something wrong, and I am not familiar with him. Who knows what he will do Determined? What if we are detained and things are taken away, and it is even detrimental to us?”
Mafia nodded: "It's very possible."
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Gordon and Mafia came to the collector's house. Unfortunately, the collector was receiving other guests. Den didn't want to come back another day, so the servant had to arrange for them to wait in the living room.
More than an hour later, Gordon and Mafia, who were almost impatient, finally waited until the owner of the house came to see them.
"I haven't seen Gordon Bald for a long time. What kind of rare magical beast have you given me this time?" A graceful man walked briskly into the hall wearing a light gray-brown robe.
Mafiya glanced at her cousin Gordon, thinking that such a gentle and gentle person would play tricks on others? But then I thought about it, people should not be judged by their appearance, and there were guys under him who looked weak but were actually perverts.
Gordon stood up and said: "Mr. Shu, it's really hard to see you. You see it's past four o'clock and we are all hungry after waiting."
"I can't keep you for dinner today. I have a beautiful woman to accompany me." Mr. Shu, who seemed to be modest, did not apologize at all for keeping them waiting.
Gordon chuckled and said: "It turns out I'm meeting a beautiful woman. No wonder it took me so long. No need for dinner. This time I'm not here to give away Warcraft, but I have a treasure..." He didn't say anything. After finishing, he moved his hand, the ripples in the space on his palm spread out, and a sword wrapped in thick cloth floated on his palm.
Mr. Shu, who loves collecting, immediately became energetic when he heard that there was a treasure. He reached out and used magic power to absorb the sword.
Gordon raised his hand to stop him in time: "Mr. Book, you cannot touch this treasure casually, otherwise the power of the treasure will be swallowed into your body, and your life may be in danger."< br>
"Oh, what is so powerful? Open it and take a look." Mr. Book became more interested.
Gordon pointed a finger and the ice magic bloomed on the sword, and the thick cloth wrapped in it shattered into pieces, revealing the true appearance of the sword.
"Extreme!" Mr. 'Book' recognized it at a glance: "How could you have this thing? Is it fake?"
"You can give it a try, but be careful."
Mr. 'Book' reaches out and approaches , but did not touch the sword blade. After two seconds, he withdrew his hand and said: "No need to try, I believe it is true. I don't ask how you got it, but bald man, you are so amazing. The Christine family's treasure has been You got it.”
Gordon smiled proudly and said: "I can only rest assured if I sell it to you. Isn't this just your hobby? I don't want much..."
"Hey, there's no need to negotiate the price."' Mr. Shu' glanced at Mafia and asked: "Why didn't you see the bearded Tagore?"
"Some accident happened, he..." Gordon changed his words: "He was injured. Injured and in the hospital Resting inside. This is my cousin, Mafia.”
Mafia wanted to say hello and say a few words, but Mr. Shu ignored him and held one hand behind his back. Said: "You also know my habit of collecting things, but I can't let the news out."
"I understand, no one will cause trouble for Mr. Book, and we will definitely keep it secret."
Mr. Book nodded, turned his back and said: "I want the things, please tell the housekeeper how much they cost. I won't chat with you anymore, the beauty can't wait too long." When he walked to the hall door, he said to himself He said: "Well, you can take it over and show it to her." He sucked it back and took away the sword wrapped in a thick mass of ice.
“What a stinky guy.” Mafia was a little unhappy.
Gordon said: "That's the kind of person he is. As long as his money doesn't smell bad...it doesn't matter if it smells bad. No matter how bad the money is, you can still spend it."
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(End of this chapter)