After the marsh lizardmen and the gray-backed minotaurs were recruited, Lear asked Brando to rename the manor as Weilu Manor and speed up the transformation.

After Brando agreed, he was in a good mood and did not stay for long, letting him take full charge of the rest.

There is no need to worry too much about these absolutely loyal troops, just follow the arrangements step by step.

As for the manor, the White Crow Chamber of Commerce is still a bit small and not very comfortable to live in compared to this big manor.

Lear came out of Weilu Manor and asked the coachman to drive directly to the black market.

The situation is not right now, so we should get the treasure first.

He had a special connection with this underground trading place, and he gained a lot from it several times.

The last time I came here was when the special intelligence was refreshed, and I bought a silver mask there.

This time, I am more familiar with the route.

He asked the coachman to park the carriage and went alone into the black market set amidst the ruins, which was famous throughout the North.

A light black mist enveloped Lear's body, making it difficult to see clearly.

After entering, you can also see the people inside, most of whom are wearing black veils and cloaks to cover their faces.

There are many people like him who use treasures to hide themselves.

But such people have a strong aura, and pedestrians around them will subconsciously avoid them.

Lear walked forward slowly, looking around, counting silently from the first stall until the seventeenth stall.

When I got closer and looked over, I saw that the stall owner was a man in his early forties.

The carpet was filled with old objects, yellowed wood, rusted bronze, broken bones, and strange and twisted statues.
But it wasn't what he wanted.

Lear asked, but the other party also looked confused.

"Sir, I don't sell things like ore."

Something went wrong?
Just as I was wondering, I saw a one-armed old man in a black robe slowly coming towards me carrying a large bag.

I passed by the stall owner and was about to step over him, but he immediately waved his hand.

"Uncle Norton, come this way."

The one-armed old man stopped when he heard this.

There was a hint of mockery on his face.

"Why, you studied all day yesterday, but you still haven't learned it? Is it so difficult to set up a stall?"

The man smiled awkwardly.

“I still need to continue learning from you.”

As he spoke, he quickly cleaned up part of the stall, revealing a vacant space.

"This is the seat I have reserved for you."

Seeing this, the one-armed old man's expression softened and he nodded with satisfaction.

He stepped forward and slowly put down his bag.

The stall owner immediately came forward to help, quickly unfolded the bundle, laid a black cloth on it, and then prepared to help take things out.

The one-armed old man frowned and stopped the other party.

"Do you know what's inside? Do you know how to take it out and put it away?"

"Kid, let me tell you, in the black market, don't touch anyone's things without permission."

The man was stunned and immediately apologized.

"It's my fault. I've learned my lesson. I've learned my lesson."

Quickly let go and let the other person do it himself.

Seeing his good attitude, the one-armed old man calmed down a bit and slowly took out half-fist-sized ore from the package.
After taking about ten of them, a pure black stone with a few golden lines engraved on it appeared in his hand.

Li Er, who had been watching all this silently, suddenly had his eyes brightened. He glanced at the other party's current position and had an idea in his mind.

After he took all the stones out of the package and 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 Li Er.

"My dear guest, didn't you want to buy some ore before?"

"My teacher's ores are all treasures of the dwarves. Last Wednesday morning, someone bought one of them and got a piece of mithril the size of a little finger!"

"Would you like to come and see?"

The one-armed old man, who had just sat down and was rubbing a stone in his palm, looked up when he heard this.

The moment he saw Lear, he was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully for a few more times, and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

However, a faint mist covered his face, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

He has a unique talent for being able to remember everyone who has bought something from him.

Said hesitantly.

"Sir, have you ever bought something from me before?"

Lear smiled.

"Before, you sold me the stone you were holding in your hand."

The 10-silver-coin stone promoted Haggs, the wetland lizardman, to a heroic unit.

It seems that the other party greeted him in the same way last time?
Hearing this, the one-armed old man almost jumped up.

Damn, the fat sheep is here again? ! !

What he regretted most in the past six months was the fat sheep who bought the stone from him a few months ago.

A stone picked up randomly by the river can be sold for 10 silver coins. Where can I find such a business? !

It’s a pity that he only discovered it after the other party had lost all his money, otherwise he would have earned more!

I didn't expect that the other party would come again this time!!
His face became visibly excited.

But he still coughed lightly and forced himself to suppress his excitement.

In this line of work, you can’t be too aggressive, otherwise you’ll scare people off, and then it’ll be fun to slaughter the fat sheep themselves.

"So it's an old friend. I was wondering why I felt so familiar. This time I have a lot of good stuff in my hands, all collected from the wilderness."

"You can choose for yourself, it won't be worse than last time!"

This was indeed true. This time when he returned to his hometown outside the city, there happened to be a few mercenaries resting in the village. He used 5 silver coins to buy these ores from them.

According to those mercenaries, it was obtained from an extremely dangerous place, but he found out the truth with just a few words. The space tide some time ago caused cracks to appear in many places. They were low-level and got nothing. They saw this thing on the side of the road and it looked good, so they picked it up to see if they could fool people.

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 again just after I came back.

It's really the goddess's favor.

Lear laughed too.

Every time he faced this kind of scene, he felt particularly comfortable.

The pleasure of finding a bargain comes partly from the preciousness of the treasure, but more from the feeling that the other party does not know the value of the treasure and instead keeps trying to sell it to you at a low price.

Go forward and choose.

After taking a quick look and asking about the price, he set his eyes on the stone at the back.

"what are these?"

The one-armed old man did not show any sign of annoyance and maintained great patience in the face of the fat sheep.

"These are called En." Looking at the golden lines on it, he was stuck for a moment.

Ore? No. He showed this thing to the dwarf. It didn't have any metal in it. It just looked good.

Who else knows more about ores than dwarves?
"Black calcite?"

"Yes, yes, that's a good name. It's called Black Gold Stone."

The one-armed old man didn't feel embarrassed at all and spoke slowly.

"Many special ores are like this. They have just been dug out of the veins and no one has ever seen them before, so they naturally need to be renamed."

"And once you can extract the precious metals from it, you'll make a fortune."

"This black golden stone is also one of them."

"It's not expensive, only 10 gold coins each!"

Lear was amused.

"Let's follow the old rules from last time. Ten silver coins for one. I'll take them all."

"Ah?" "Hmm?"

"I"

"Not selling?"

"Sell!!"

There are 10 of them, which can be sold for one gold coin! !
5 silver coins for one gold coin, Blood Mom makes money.

He wanted to ask for more, but the one-armed old man felt a little guilty for some reason when he looked at the blurry figure of Li Er.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. I have already made enough money. If I scare away the fat sheep, where can I find such a sucker?

Lear was not vague either. He took out a gold coin and directly took away 10 ancient lizard eggs.

Hags' promotion tool is in hand.

But before he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

Turned to look at the one-armed old man.

This guy’s luck is a bit too good. He got treasures from the other party’s stall twice. I wonder if there are any other good things?

"What treasure do you have that you haven't taken out yet?"

what?
The one-armed old man, who was feeling very happy, was stunned. He thought, "My goodness! I have never seen sheep being driven to be slaughtered before."

"Yes, of course!"

The tone was firmer than anything else.

After thinking for a while, he took out his package and poured out a bunch of things from it.

There seem to be about ten or so scattered pieces, all small things.

Broken stones, forged daggers, and beast teeth, each one uglier than the last.

"Look here, sir. Is there anything you like? These are all treasures I have collected over the years."

Although they were all unsold junk, his expression was more serious than anyone else's.

In this business, if you want to cheat others you have to cheat yourself first.

Lear didn't care. He looked carefully and selected them one by one.

After a moment, his sight stopped on an iron nail the length of a palm.

The look in his eyes was particularly strange.

The iron nail was dark black with a little bit of rust and was stained with dried blood.

It is inconspicuous among a pile of junk.

Looking up, I saw the one-armed old man, and I felt mixed emotions.

This guy must have been blessed by the god of luck, so he can get this thing?

The coffin spikes stained with the blood of the gods

Level: Special

Features: It will hit the target within 100 meters and penetrate into the target's body, sealing all its power. Each use consumes 100 points of divine power. The stronger the target, the more divine power it consumes.

Comment: After a god dies, believers bury him in the hope that he will be resurrected one day. The first long nail is driven into the coffin, which has been stained with the god's blood for millions of years and has acquired incredible power.

Lear felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The long spikes on the coffins of gods, just by listening to the name you can tell how important they are.

And its properties are also extremely powerful.

It is sure to hit the target and can seal all power.

An absolute killer weapon, an ace!
He had a similar trump card before - the goblin's twelve mechanical severed fingers.

But the difference between the two is that the thing is several meters long and cannot be used in conventional combat.

And how hidden are the nails?!
"This pile of junk looks quite interesting. I'll give you another 10 silver coins. I'll take them all."

Are you really interested in this fat sheep?

The one-armed old man showed joy on his face, but he still mumbled subconsciously.

"No, no, at least 20 gold coins, all good stuff I have accumulated over the years."

After some bargaining, Lear left two gold coins in total, took the ancient lizard eggs that could allow Hags to be promoted and the long spikes of the god's coffin and left quietly.

This price made Lear not want to talk any more, so he just let the other party take advantage of it.

The one-armed old man held two gold coins in his hand and sighed to the sky.

It would be so great if I could meet such fat sheep every day in the future. The stalls set up at the door are not a big business. I can earn one or two gold coins at a time, and there are only a few times a year.

so comfy.

The Central and South Chinese man next to him had red eyes.

"Uncle Norton, only by learning from people like you can there be hope!!"

The one-armed old man grinned and laughed.

Lear didn't expect that he could make such a huge extra profit from this trip to the black market.

The long nails of the gods' coffins, I wouldn't trade this thing for ten mountains of gold! !
But unfortunately, this kind of thing can only be encountered by chance.

The guy's stuff obviously had a very simple origin, so there was no need to identify it.

Otherwise, considering the full range of services that the black market can provide, its value would have been known long ago.

I have to come again next time. That old man is definitely his lucky star.

He came out of the black market in a happy mood and did not return to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, but went directly to Dragon Breath Manor.

The fifth piece of information was told to Karanis, who was asked to subdue the evil god worshipper who had never seen the evil god but occupied an important position.

All things are difficult at the beginning. Only when you have your own team can you have the confidence to do things.

He did not intend to take part in it. To conquer the Faceless Order, Kalanis had to do it on her own.

This is also the first step in the other party's revenge.

At the same time, he also discussed with Kalanis about participating in the bloody fight.

Both of them believed that participating in the fight was not just about getting rewards, but also a battle to gain fame.

Especially for Calanis, if she wants to control the Faceless Order, she needs more power and a louder reputation.

The bloody arena is the best place.

As for whether she could win, Karanis was absolutely confident and never considered this question.

Lear had not thought of any accidents.

With the blood of the ancient gods flowing in her body, and the tyrannical godhood and authority in her control, coupled with a will that even the gods could not shake, he could not imagine who could beat Karanis among those of the same level.

After returning to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, Li Er did not take any other action and quietly collected information about the changes in the situation.

On the afternoon of the 5th, good news came that reinforcements from Wei Lu 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 after being promoted to level 16 brought everyone to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce quietly.

The seven great demons, the Flesh Slayer, and the Naga King are all present.

Including him, it is a complete team of 10 people.

Full of confidence.

The level 16 mechanical dragon stayed in the territory as a precaution.

At this time, the City of Witwatersrand still had 7 squadrons of Cold-Blooded Cavalry led by Haggs, plus more than 7 squadrons of Night Elves and the forces of the Crimson Carrion Lands.

Even if he can't go back in a short time, there is no need to worry too much. If there are any accidents, it is unlikely to cause too much damage.

Lear was in a very good mood. This was the most direct benefit brought by the increase in power in his hands.

No longer have to worry about any accidents caused by dividing the troops.

A few days passed like this, and as the time for the opening of the arena approached, one could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the city of Loran became more solemn.

There is a feeling that makes people feel like a huge stone is pressing down on them even when they breathe.

On November 11, 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 sewer of the White Crow Chamber of Commerce. (End of this chapter)