Chapter 237 Enter
"Although I don't like you greedy wizards, but since we are dealing with those bastards in the chaotic world, we have room for short-term cooperation."
When Lucian picked up the paper man, the paper man's mouth opened and closed slightly, and a voice that only Lucian could hear sounded in his mind.
Lucian raised his head and saw only the judge's calm and indifferent eyes.
"How should I call you? Or a judge? In addition, I want to know your basic abilities." Lucian asked the voice in his mind very carefully.
"When I encounter a strong opponent, I will take action myself. But after the matter is over, if I can find the Chaos Altar, I want the gray eyeball on the top of the Chaos Altar."
After saying this, the paper man fell completely silent, obviously unwilling to talk to Lucian anymore, and Lucian even heard a lot of disgust from the other party's tone.
"Why do I feel like this guy has a natural prejudice against wizards..." Lucian muttered in his heart, but he didn't say much, but carefully took out an empty storage device and gave the paper man to Keep it alone.
After all, this thing has the consciousness of a strong man attached to it. Lucian doesn't dare to carry this thing with him or stuff it into his commonly used storage ring.
However, when dealing with this matter, Lucian could vaguely hear a contemptuous "cut" sound.
Lucian was indifferent and glanced around to make sure no one was trading with him. He paused and then took out several witchcraft-like items from the storage ring.
These were the trophies from his hunting these past few nights. However, due to the different cultivation systems, he could not use these trophies at all, so he simply took them out and "sold them" at the party.
"These are some of my trophies, which can be exchanged for ink, some corpses with spell patterns, bones or items. Of course, they can also be other information about the Chaos Goblins." Lucian glanced around, "The prices are all Half a drop of ink or something equivalent."
Lucian had conducted appraisals before, and he understood that the value of these items was actually higher than half a drop of ink. However, these items were considered a cost-free transaction for Lucian, and because he was eager to cash in, he simply released a Slightly lower prices to facilitate transactions.
"I want this Rousseau flower, plus...this stone." A drop of golden ink flew out, and a player with pointed ears who looked like a legendary elf came over first and started talking to Lucian. made a transaction.
"You... do you have some branches and leaves from the trunk of the Fruit of Life in your hand? I studied the Fruit of Life some time ago and found some of the natural magic patterns on it to be very interesting."
Lucian recognized that this player was the guy who had sold the Fruit of Life before. He was moved in his heart and then asked.
"Twigs and leaves?" The player frowned and his expression became a little wary.
But soon he seemed to have thought of something, raised his chin slightly, and his expression became a little disdainful.
"It's not impossible to give it to you, but what price can you pay? I have to tell you in advance, the tree of life can only be cultivated by noble spiritual tribes like us. Even if I sell you a branch, you will not be able to cultivate it at most. Just refine it into an item..."
"You don't have to worry about that." Lucian smiled.
"Five drops of ink, and I can only give you so many branches from the Tree of Life." The Eldar glanced at Lucian viciously, and was about to refuse the deal, but he soon thought of another kind of revenge. Lucian's method, after giving Lucian a sideways glance, revealed an extremely high price with an arrogant expression.
At the same time, he also gestured with one of his hands, depicting an image the size of an adult's palm.
Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly, branches and leaves of this size? That's not even a leaf at all, it can only be regarded as a fragment of the tree branch of life. This pointy-eared Eldar player has no sincerity in trading with him. He was silent for a moment, then grinned, "Then keep it yourself."
The Eldar's eyes narrowed slightly, but after letting out a soft snort, he turned around and left.
Lucian could still hear him mutter something as he left. "A monkey who has never seen the world."
Lucian glanced at the Eldar, but in the end did not say a word, but continued to trade the remaining items with other players.
"After a round of trading, I finally have five more drops of ink as a reserve." Lucian looked at the shallow layer of golden ink in the ink bottle and let out a breath.
His ink had been consumed before, but now he had five more drops of ink. Coupled with the power of the quill, he could be considered to have a certain degree of flexibility. When he entered the Mondoc family mansion later, , which can be regarded as a guarantee.
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"Miss Lula, it's time to wake up! Today we are going to the Mondoc family. Also, it is said that the Duke has temporarily invited many nobles this time, so this temporary visit will become a more... A dance involving many families..."
Maid Mir was helping Lucian sort out his belongings while talking about some precautions.
Lucian's movements paused slightly and his eyes moved slightly downward.
He understood that this should be the function of the quill. Under the pull of the invisible force, those players who originally planned to avoid the whirlpool were forcibly involved in the Mondoc family mansion in this way.
After all, the vast majority of players cannot completely get rid of the shackles of their identities!
"But this is good news for me. After all, these players are forced to enter the Mondoc family mansion, and they have a fatal weakness. With Lula's talent [read Heart], maybe I can take this opportunity to find them in advance and solve them."
Lu Xian felt happy, and then he gently patted the paper man hidden inside the space device.
"I hope everything goes well..." Lucian took a deep breath, then followed the maid Mir and boarded the carriage heading to the Mondoc family mansion.
"Father, so many families are here today..."
"Oh, dad wants to talk to them about something, and it happens that Uncle Mondoc is also interested in this matter..." Janos smiled, but he was unwilling to tell Lucian about this matter.
Lucian pouted, resisting the curiosity of using his [Mind Reading] talent to pry into Janos's mind, and instead looked towards the street outside.
When the carriage turned a crossroads, Lucian's heart couldn't help but lift slightly.
Because this is the location of the "red line" that he measured before.
(End of chapter)