The Wetland Lizard-n and the Gray-backed Minotaurs were successfully integrated, and Lear simultaneously instructed Blando to rena the estate to Weilu Manor and accelerate its transformation.
After Blando agreed, he was in a cheerful mood and didn’t linger much, leaving him to handle the remaining matters entirely.
These absolutely loyal troops needed no extra worry, just orderly arrangent.
As for the estate matter, the White Crow Comrce Association still seed a little cramped; compared to this grand estate, it wasn’t all that comfortable to live in.
Lear left Weilu Manor and asked the coachman to drive directly to the Black Market.
The current situation was unstable; it was best to secure the treasures first.
He had quite a connection with this underground trading place; several pieces of intelligence had greatly benefited him here.
The last ti he ca was when special intelligence was updated, and he bought the Silver Mask inside.
This ti, he was even more familiar with the way.
Having the coachman park the carriage, he entered the Black Market, renowned throughout the Northern Territory, located within these ruins, by himself.
A faint black mist enveloped Lear, making him hard to see clearly.
After entering, he noticed that most people inside wore black gauze and cloaks to cover their faces.
There were quite a few, like him, concealing themselves with treasures.
But such individuals generally had a strong presence, causing passersby to instinctively avoid them.
Lear walked forward slowly, his gaze searching around, counting from the first stall... until the seventeenth stall.
Upon arrival, he looked up to see the stall owner was a man in his forties.
The carpet displayed old objects, yellowed wood, rusted bronze, broken bones, peculiar twisted statues...
But none of what he wanted was there.
Lear inquired, and the other party looked bewildered.
"Sir, I don’t sell ores or anything like that..."
Was there a mistake?
While he was puzzled, an old man in a black robe with one arm slowly approached, carrying a large bundle.
As he passed the stall owner, ready to cross over, the stall owner imdiately waved.
"Uncle Norton, co this way..."
The one-ard old man stopped upon hearing this.
His face showed a hint of mockery.
"What, after studying for a whole day yesterday, you still haven’t learned? Is running a stall that difficult?"
The man smiled awkwardly.
"I still need to keep learning from you..."
As he said this, he swiftly cleared part of the stall to reveal an empty space.
"I’ve already reserved this spot for you..."
The one-ard old man’s gaze softened and nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.
He stepped up and slowly put down the bundle.
The stall owner imdiately ca forward to help and soon unfolded the bundle, first laying a black cloth on it, then preparing to help take things out.
The one-ard old man frowned and stopped him.
"Do you know what’s inside? Do you know how to take it out, how to place it?"
"Kid, let tell you, in the Black Market, don’t touch anyone’s stuff without permission."
The man’s face froze, and he imdiately apologized.
"My mistake, I’m learning, I’m learning..."
He quickly released his hand, letting the old man do it himself.
The one-ard old man, seeing his decent attitude, softened a bit and slowly took out fist-sized ores from the bundle, one by one...
After taking out more than ten, a pure black stone with traces of golden patterns appeared in his hand.
Lear, silently observing everything from the side, suddenly brightened his eyes and again glanced at the position of the other party, having a sense of understanding.
After the old man took out all the stones from the bundle, just as Lear was about to step forward, the man in his forties seed to rember sothing and proactively addressed Lear.
"Dear custor, weren’t you looking to buy so ores before?"
"The ores from my teacher here are all Dwarven treasures. Just last Wednesday morning, soone bought one and discovered a piece of Mithril the size of a pinky finger!"
"Why don’t you take a look?"
The one-ard old man, who had just sat down and was holding a piece of stone in his hand, heard and looked up.
Upon seeing Lear, he paused and carefully examined him, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.
But the faint mist obscured Lear’s face, keeping him from seeing clearly.
He had a unique keen talent: as long as soone bought sothing from him, he would rember.
Hesitantly, he said.
"Have you co to buy sothing from before?"
Lear smiled.
"Before, you sold a stone that you were playing with."
That 10 Silver Coins stone allowed Haggs, the Wetland Lizard-man, to advance to a Hero unit.
It seed that the other party greeted him like this last ti, too?
Hearing this, the one-ard old man almost jumped up.
Damn, the fat sheep is back?!!
Over the past six months, the thing he regretted most was a few months ago, selling a stone to that fat sheep.
A stone picked up by the river sold for 10 Silver Coins; where else could you find such a deal?!
Unfortunately, he realized he was scamd out of his money too late, missing the chance to earn more!
He couldn’t believe he was back!!
His face visibly showed excitent.
But he still cleared his throat and suppressed his excitent.
In this business, you can’t seem too eager; otherwise, it might scare away people. It’s best when the fat sheep co willingly to be fleeced.
"So it’s an old acquaintance, no wonder you seed familiar... This ti, I have plenty of good rchandise, all gathered from the Wilderness."
"You can pick for yourself, it won’t disappoint like last ti!"
This was true. When he returned to his old ho outside the city, a few rcenaries happened to rest in the village, and he used all of 5 Silver Coins to buy these ores from them.
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