Chapter 16 Hey? That sucker who bought the tomb robber's stuff is here again? !
August 7th, early morning.

slave market.

When Lear arrived, the sun had not yet risen.

The light morning mist and high humidity suppressed the stench in the air.

This made him feel better.

I've been here once before, so I feel more familiar with the place today.

Quickly come to the fifth area and find the Gray Mist Chamber of Commerce.

This is a chamber of commerce that is much smaller than the Longya Chamber of Commerce, with a storefront width of less than 50 meters.

There were no iron cages for holding slaves inside, but all kinds of strange things.

There was a series of shackles of various sizes and thicknesses, and dozens of types of chains.

There are also neck shackles, gags, and barbed whips.
The Grey Mist Chamber of Commerce does not sell slaves, but everything about them is closely related to slaves.

On one of the shelves, there were piles of dry feces that looked like cow dung.

Earth dragons are herbivorous monsters, and like cows, their feces do not have a strong odor to begin with, and after being processed, there is no odor anymore.

When Lear came to meet him, a man wearing a luxurious robe inlaid with gems, with a pointed chin and a thin and skinny figure came forward to greet him.

"My lord, what do you need?"

The voice was sharp and had a hint of an accent.

The tone made Lear frown slightly.

With a quick glance, I immediately saw the earth dragon feces placed prominently.

Judging from their appearance, they were all freshly dried, which was obviously different from the intelligence.

Just as he was about to speak, his eyes caught sight of a small, inconspicuous area at the very bottom of the shelf.

The earthworm droppings on top were exceptionally dry, and there was dust on the surface that had not been wiped clean. One could tell at a glance that it had been there for some time.

With a slight sense, he was able to detect a slight difference between it and the earth dragon's feces, and his heart was slightly moved.

A panel comes to mind.

Dragon Dung (Dried)
[Level]: 2 star

[Characteristics]: After being soaked in blood, the dragon power contained in the feces can be reactivated. Ordinary creatures will be frightened when they sense the dragon power and dare not approach.

Wow, just dried feces can be a 2-star treasure!
The dragon is indeed the synonym of power in this world.

“What are these prices?”

The boss, who was about to brag, looked at Lear's gesture and his face froze.

This was garbage mixed in with the bulk goods, and he had been badly cheated. He had been planning to throw it away, but after thinking about it he couldn't bear to do so, so he decided to sell it in the hope of getting lucky.

What if there is someone who doesn’t know the value of the goods?
His eyes rolled around and he immediately spoke loudly.

"Earth dragons are usually level 10 creatures, but these are the excrement of level 12 earth dragons!"

"We wanted to keep it for later sale, but it took us too long to be sold. We almost forgot about it and only remembered it today."

"Although it is worth a lot more than ordinary feces, our selling price is only the same as that of ordinary earth dragon feces!"

"If you need it, I can give you a 9% discount!"

The corner of Li Er's mouth twitched. He really thought the buyer was a fool to say such a thing.

This guy is in no way comparable to the fat boss of the Dragon Fang Chamber of Commerce.

"Don't be so pretentious with me. No one would want this if you gave it to someone else. Give me the real price. I'm not far from the wilderness. As long as it has some effect, it'll be fine."

The sharp-faced and monkey-faced boss didn't feel embarrassed at all and just smiled and said.

"I knew you were knowledgeable. I couldn't hide it from you."

"Ordinary earth dragon feces costs 1 gold coin per pound. I'll give you a 10% discount on these. If you take all of this stuff, it will cost you gold coins in total!"

Looking at the pile, it must be at least ten or twenty kilograms.

Buying a pile of dragon feces at this price would make you bleed.

This is a 2-star treasure. Although it may not sound good to say it out loud, it’s something that fell from a dragon.
"20 silver coins, take it all. Don't bargain with me. If I'm not going too far, this won't have much effect. I don't even want it."

"If you don't sell it to me today, I don't know what the price will be next time. Besides, can you be sure that the efficacy of this thing will not continue to decline?"

The knife hit the aorta directly.

But his few words immediately made the boss who was about to speak shut up.

This shit actually makes sense.
This thing has been here for three months and no one has asked about it. The dragon's power, which is lighter than water, makes people not want to take a second look at it.

Going into the wilderness means risking your life, so isn't buying this thing like committing suicide?
"Since you've said that, what else can I say? Okay, let's be friends. I'll sell it all to you!"

He said and waved to the side.

A staff member immediately trotted up, picked up the bag, packed the dragon feces swiftly, and tied a few extra strong knots.

Lear counted out 20 silver coins, handed them over, picked up the bag and left.

From entering the store to picking up the goods and leaving, it takes no more than two minutes, and the whole process is smooth as silk.

This 2-star dragon dung was bought for 20 silver coins.
Blood earned!
The boss with a pointed face and monkey cheeks waited for Lear's back to disappear, then raised his head proudly and looked at his servant.

"See? To do business, you need to have means!"

"This inferior stuff, I'll sell it for 20 silver coins! And you said you wanted to throw it away sooner, let me tell you, garbage can also be sold at a good price!"

"I need to learn more in the future!"

"Yes, yes, you are right! When it comes to doing business, you have to be the one, President!!"

The guy kept flattering me.

The next day, July 7, at the entrance of the black market in Block 11, there was a one-armed old man in a black robe with dozens of ores in front of him.

He slowly stroked the black ore in his hand, ignoring the people walking back and forth.

Based on his many years of experience in setting up stalls, it is easier to do business on the black market by pretending to be a master and looking indifferent.

The ones who are deceived are those who don’t understand.

Those who knew the business wouldn't even look at him. He bought all these ores from the garbage dump of the dwarf forge for one silver coin.

It's all junk, not much metal left in it.

What ore can escape the eyes of the dwarves?

It's a pity that if he hadn't broken one of his arms while committing fraud, he would have been able to do more. Now that he is old, he can only rely on this method to wait for fat pigs to come to his door.

After a long time, he felt a little tired from processing the ore and stretched himself. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a young figure approaching and his eyes lit up.

Wasn’t this the guy who had spent more than twenty gold coins buying tomb robbers’ stuff at the stall next to him a few days ago?
It's here again!!

This guy saw it first at his booth that day!!
I even looked at his stall for such a long time and bought some tomb raider stuff. How fat must this guy be?!
Wait for the other person to get closer and cough lightly.

"Sir, I haven't seen you for a few days. I have collected a lot of good things. Would you like to come and see them again?"

It's good to act superior to strangers, but if you find a fat sheep, you have to take action.

Lear looked at the one-armed old man and greeted him with a somewhat subtle expression.

Is this delivered to your door?
"What kind of ore do you have? Take it out and let us have a look."

The one-armed old man smiled proudly.

"These are all new goods. I bought them at a high price. The last batch was bought by someone else. I heard that one of them had a piece of dragon blood gold half the size of a thumb."

The last batch of goods was sold, but someone bought them all for 5 silver coins.

Because there is half a block with a few strands of rare metal hidden inside, if you melt it all down you might be able to make two or three silver coins.

He knew there was nothing he could do because he didn't have the skills.

The black market is not just about big business. People who rely on a few small things to survive also make up a considerable portion of the population.

Dragon blood gold?

Lear smiled, this guy was exaggerating too much.

He saw through it but didn't say anything, he just started searching silently.

After going through them all, he looked at the one-armed old man as if he had discovered something.

"What's that in your hand? Can I take a look at it?"

The one-armed old man was stunned and admired sincerely.

"Your Excellency has a really good eye! This ore is extraordinary!"

Among so many ores, this was the only one he picked up by the river outside the city last month, and he kept it because it felt good and he had something to play with when he wanted to show off.

The other party actually took a liking to her. What a keen eye!
Why did we let such a good fat sheep get away last time? We need to change our strategy and can’t just keep pretending to be cool.

He introduced himself with a light cough.

"This is a treasure that I bought from a dwarf craftsman at a high price. It contains a little bit of mithril!"

A thumb-sized amount of mithril can buy a manor in the center of Loran City!
"It's so expensive, forget it. I can't afford it."

The one-armed old man narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"The price is high for a reason. The ore below is cheap. You should also consider it, right?"

"That's true, but I don't have much money. I spent it all in the past two days."

Fuck, it’s too late.

Others might say this is false, but a few days ago I saw him use more than 20 gold coins to buy a few pieces of junk, and he was so happy about it.

It would be strange if this prodigal son could keep the money.

He couldn't sit still anymore and looked directly at the other person.

"I see you've come here twice. If you like it, it doesn't matter if the price is a little higher, right?"

"You get what you pay for. You should understand this principle."

"It's impossible to get the quality of dozens of gold coins with just a few copper coins!"

"Well, then tell me how much you are willing to pay. If it's too expensive, forget it."

After thinking for a moment, the one-armed old man slowly raised five fingers.

"50 gold coins!"

Then he saw his fat sheep and simply dropped the ore without even looking at it, and wanted to leave.

He stopped it immediately.

"This is my previous price. Seeing that you like it so much today, I will only charge 30 gold coins. If not, just take it away for 20 gold coins."

The other party remained silent and slowly took out 10 silver coins.
The one-armed old man looked at the other's open palm and took a deep breath.

"Your Excellency is really killing me."

Before he could finish, all the silver coins in his hand were in his hand. Then Lear felt as if a stone was stuffed into his hand.

"In that case, I'll make you my friend!"

You can sell any stone you pick up for 10 silver coins. Where can you find such a business? I'll go to the river tomorrow and pick up a few more stones.

This fat sheep is so easy to slaughter.

The one-armed old man was very happy.

(End of this chapter)