After the wetland lizards and gray-backed tauren were integrated, Lear also asked Brando to rename the manor Weilu Manor and speed up the transformation.
After Brando agreed, he was in a happy mood and did not wait long, allowing him to handle the rest of the matter.
These troops who are already absolutely loyal don't need to worry too much, they just have to arrange things step by step.
As for the issue of the manor, the White Crow Chamber of Commerce is still a bit small. Compared with this large manor, living in it is not very comfortable.
Lear came out of Weilu Manor and asked the coachman to drive directly to the black market.
The situation is not right now, it is better to get the treasure first.
He is quite connected with this underground trading place, and several times of information has made him gain a lot from it.
I came here last time when the special information was refreshed, and I bought a silver mask there.
This time, I feel more familiar with the roads.
Asking the driver to park the carriage, he entered alone into this black market, which was set up in ruins and had a reputation throughout the northern border.
A faint black mist enveloped Lear's body, making it difficult to see clearly.
After entering it, you can also see the people inside, most of them are wearing black gauze and cloaks covering their faces.
There are many people like him who use treasures to hide themselves.
But such a character has a strong aura, and pedestrians around him will subconsciously avoid him.
Lear walked forward slowly, looking around, counting silently from the first stall to the seventeenth stall.
When I came to the stall, I saw that the stall owner was a man in his early forties.
The carpets were filled with old objects, yellowed wood, rusty bronze, broken bones, weird and twisted statues
But there was nothing he wanted. .
Lear asked, and the other party also looked confused.
"Sir, I don't sell things like ore"
Something went wrong?
While I was wondering, I saw a one-armed old man wearing a black robe slowly coming over carrying a big bundle.
I passed by this stall owner and was about to step over when the stall owner immediately waved his hand.
"Uncle Norton, come this way."
The one-armed old man stopped when he heard the words.
There was a bit of mockery on his face.
"Why, you studied all day yesterday and you haven't learned it yet? Is setting up a stall so difficult?"
The man smiled awkwardly.
“I still need to continue to learn from you.”
As he spoke, he quickly cleared away part of the stalls, revealing an open space.
"This is the position I have occupied for you a long time ago."
Seeing this, the one-armed old man's eyes softened and he nodded with satisfaction.
Step up and slowly put down your baggage.
The stall owner immediately stepped forward to help. He quickly unfolded the baggage, first spread a black cloth on it, and then prepared to help take things out of it.
The one-armed old man frowned and stopped the other party.
"Do you know what's inside? Do you know how to get it and how to put it away?"
"Boy, let me tell you, don't touch anyone's things on the black market without permission."
The man was startled and apologized immediately.
“It’s my fault, I’ve learned a lesson, I’ve learned a lesson.”
Let go quickly and let the other person do it by himself.
Seeing that his attitude was good, the one-armed old man relaxed a little. He slowly took out the ores that were half the size of a fist from the package.
After taking a dozen or so, a ball appeared on his hand. A pure black stone with a few golden lines imprinted on it.
Lear's eyes suddenly lit up as he was silently watching all this. He looked at the other party's position at the moment and had an idea in his mind.
After he took out all the stones from the package, and just as he was about to step forward, the stall owner in his early forties seemed to have thought of something and took the initiative to speak to Lear.
“This distinguished guest, didn’t you want to buy some ore before?”
"My teacher's ores are all collected by dwarves. Last Wednesday morning, someone bought one of them and found a mithril the size of a pinky finger!"
"Would you like to come and take a look? "
The one-armed old man who had just sat down and was picking up a stone and rubbing it in his palm also looked up when he heard this.
The moment I saw Lear, I was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully, and felt a bit familiar inexplicably.
It was just the faint mist covering his face that made him unable to see clearly.
He has a unique gift of sensitivity. He can remember everyone who has bought something from him.
He hesitated.
"This guest, have you come to buy something from me before?"
Lear smiled.
“Before, you sold me a stone in your hand.”
That 10-silver-coin stone promoted Hagus, a swamp lizard man, to a heroic unit.
It seems that the other party greeted him like this last time?
Hearing this, the one-armed old man almost jumped up.
Holy shit, the fat sheep is here again? ! !
In the past six months, his biggest regret was the fat sheep who bought the stone from him a few months ago.
A random stone picked up by the river can be sold for 10 silver coins. Where can I find this business? !
It's a pity that he only found out after the other party was defrauded of all his money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make more!
I didn’t expect that the other party would come again this time! !
My face was visibly excited.
But he coughed slightly and suppressed his excitement.
In this business, you can't be too aggressive, otherwise it will scare people away, and the fat sheep will take the bait and be slaughtered by themselves.
"It turns out to be an old friend. How come I feel familiar? This time I have a lot of good goods in my hands, all collected from the wilderness."
"You can choose by yourself, no. It will be worse than last time!”
This is true. This time when he went back to his hometown outside the city, there happened to be a few mercenaries resting in the village. He spent a full 5 silver coins from the opponent. Bought these ores.
According to those mercenaries, they got it from an extremely dangerous place, but he found out the real situation in just a few words. The tide of space some time ago caused cracks to appear in many places. They were of low level. I didn't get anything, so I saw this thing selling well on the roadside, so I picked it up to see if I could fool anyone.
As soon as he opened his mouth, several people sold it to him without hesitation.
I didn’t expect to meet the big fat sheep from last time just after I came back.
What a blessing from the goddess.
Lear also laughed.
Every time he faced this kind of scene, he felt particularly comfortable.
Part of the thrill of picking up a treasure comes from the preciousness of the treasure, but more of it comes from the feeling that the other person doesn't know the goods and instead wants to sell them to you at a low price.
Step forward and pick.
After briefly browsing through it and asking about the price, I saw the stone behind.
“What are these?”
The one-armed old man did not show any irritability and maintained a high level of patience when facing the fat sheep.
"These are called en." Looking at the golden lines on it, I felt a little stuck for a moment.
Ore? No. He had shown this thing to the dwarves. It had no metal whatsoever, it just looked good.
Who else knows more about ores than dwarves?
“Black aragonite?”
“Yes, yes, that’s a good name, it’s called black aragonite.”
The one-armed old man didn't feel embarrassed at all and said slowly.
“Many special ores are like this. No one has ever seen them before they are dug out of the veins, so they naturally need to be renamed.”
“And once precious metals can be extracted from them, Then you’ll make a lot of money.”
“This black gold aragonite is also one of them.”
“It’s not expensive, only 10 gold coins!”
Lear was a little funny.
"Follow the old rules from last time, 10 silver coins each, I took them all."
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"Not for sale?"
"Sell!!"
There are 10 of them, which can be sold for one gold coin! !
5 silver coins are exchanged for one gold coin, and the blood mother earns.
I wanted to ask for more, but the one-armed old man looked at the blurry Lear and felt inexplicably guilty.
Thinking about it, I might as well forget it. I've already made enough money. I'll scare away the fat sheep. Where can I find such a scapegoat?
Lear was also unambiguous. He took out a gold coin and directly took away 10 ancient lizard eggs.
Haggis’ promotion tool is obtained.
But before he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped again.
Turn around and look at the one-armed old man.
This guy's luck is a little too good. He got treasures from the other party's booth twice. I wonder if there are any good things?
“Is there any treasure in your hand that you haven’t taken out yet?”
Ah?
The one-armed old man, who was feeling happy in his heart, was stunned. Good guy, I have never seen a sheep being slaughtered.
“Yes, of course there is!”
His tone was firmer than anything else.
After thinking for a while, he dug out his package and poured out a bunch of items.
It seems like there are about ten pieces scattered here and there, they are all small things.
The broken stones, the tempered daggers, and the teeth of the beasts are each uglier than the last.
“Guest, take a look and see if there is anything you like. They are all treasures at the bottom of the box that I have collected over the years.”
Although they were all unsold junk, his face was more serious than anyone else's.
In this business, if you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.
Lear didn't care at all. He looked at them carefully and picked them one by one.
After a moment, his eyes stopped on a palm-long iron nail.
The eyes are particularly strange.
The iron nails were completely black, stained with rust, and stained with traces of dried blood.
It is inconspicuous among a pile of rags.
Looking up at the one-armed old men, I felt a little complicated.
Is this guy blessed by the God of Luck? Can he have this thing?
Coffin nails stained with the blood of gods
Level: Special
Characteristics: It must hit the target within 100 meters, nail it into the target's body, and seal all its power. Each use consumes 100 points of divine power. The stronger the target, the more divine power it consumes.
Evaluation: After the death of a god, believers buried it, hoping that it would be resurrected one day. The first long nail was driven into the coffin, and it was infected by the blood of the god for millions of years, and was infected with incredible power.
Lear's scalp felt numb.
The long nails of the gods’ coffins, just by hearing the name, you will know how important they are.
And its attributes are also very powerful.
Must hit the target and can seal all power.
An absolute trump card, a trump card!
He had a similar trump card before - the goblin's twelve mechanical severed fingers.
But the difference between the two is - that thing is several meters long, and there is no way to fight conventionally.
And how hidden are the nails? !
"This pile of junk looks quite interesting. I'll give you 10 more silver coins and I'll take them all."
Have you really taken a liking to this fat sheep?
The one-armed old man was happy, but he still muttered subconsciously.
“No, no, at least 20 gold coins, they are all good things I have accumulated over the years.”
After some bargaining, Lear left a total of two gold coins, and left silently with the ancient lizard eggs and the nails of the divine coffin that would allow Haggoth to be promoted.
This price makes Lear not want to talk anymore, so let the other party take advantage.
The one-armed old man held two gold coins in his hand and looked up to the sky and sighed.
How cool it will be for me to meet this kind of fat sheep every day from now on. Setting up a stall at the door is not a big deal. I can earn one or two gold coins at a time, which is rare in a year.
So comfortable.
The eyes of the Zhongnan man next to him were red.
"Uncle Norton, there is hope only if we learn from people like you!!"
The one-armed old man grinned with a smile.
Lear also didn’t expect that he would get such huge extra profits from the black market this time.
The gods’ coffin nails are so long that even ten mountains of gold would not replace them! !
But unfortunately, this kind of thing can happen but cannot be expected.
The origins of that guy's things are obviously very simple, and there is no need to even identify them.
Otherwise, judging from the full set of services that the black market can provide, we would already know its value.
If he has to come next time, the old man is definitely his lucky star.
Coming out of the black market in a happy mood, he did not go back to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, but went directly to Dragon Breath Manor.
Informed Kalanis of the fifth piece of information and asked her to subdue the evil god worshiper who had never seen the evil god but occupied an important position.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Only when you have your own team can you be confident in your work.
He does not intend to participate in it. To conquer the Hermitage of the Faceless Men, Kalanis needs to complete it herself.
This is also the first step in the opponent's revenge.
At the same time, he also communicated with Kalanis about participating in the bloody gladiatorial battle.
Both of them believed that participating in the gladiatorial battle was not just about getting rewards, but also a battle for fame.
Especially Kalanis, if she wants to control the Hermitage of the Faceless Men, she needs more power and a louder reputation.
The Bloody Arena is the best place.
As for whether she can win, Kalanis, who is absolutely confident, never considers this issue.
Lear never thought that an accident would happen.
With the blood of the ancient gods flowing in his body, and controlling the tyrannical godhood and authority, coupled with a will that even the gods could not shake, he could not imagine who could win against Kalanis at the same level.
Back at the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, Lear made no other moves and silently collected news about changes in the situation.
On the afternoon of the 5th, good news came that reinforcements from Weilu City had arrived.
Lear felt at ease instantly.
He went outside the city in person and brought the person back.
This time, the shadow cloak played a big role. The shadow prison obtained by advancing to level 16 brought everyone to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce quietly.
The 7 big demons, the flesh and blood slayer, and the king of naga are all here.
With him, we have a complete team of 10 people.
Confident.
The level 16 mechanical flying dragon stayed in its territory as a precaution.
At this time, the City of Dew still had 7 squadrons of cold-blooded cavalry commanded by Haggoth, plus the power of the night elves and the Scarlet Carrion Land, which also exceeded 7 squadrons.
Even if he can't go back in a short time, there is no need to worry too much. If there is any accident, it will not cause too much damage.
Lear was in a very good mood. This was the most direct benefit brought by the increased strength in his hands.
No more worries about accidents caused by dividing the troops.
A few more days passed like this, and as the time for the opening of the gladiatorial arena approached, one could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Loland City had become more solemn.
There is a feeling that makes people gasp as if they are pressed against a big stone.
On November 8th, there were only two days left before the opening of the arena. Before dawn, Lear had already gotten up, slowly took off the cloak on his back, and threw it into the White Crow Chamber of Commerce. In the Sewer (End of Chapter)