Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Burg…”
The crowd swallowed a mouthful of saliva and turned around to queue up.
Eighteen Massacres was a little shocked and stood at the end of the line awkwardly. He was extremely buff and tall. He was 1.9 meters tall, taller than the average of the team. He wore a pitch black plate mail, like a huge steel beast.
As everyone knew, Cigarette Butt was his trusted subordinate. But now, this subordinate had become a “repenting frog.” As his boss, Eighteen Massacres could not do anything but watch. He wanted to pull Cigarette Butt up, and tell him, “Comrade, thank you for working so hard.”
Now, he was attracting people’s attention because he stood out too much.
Passersby pointed out at him. Eighteen Massacres had many privileges in real life, and never knew what it was like to queue. Fortunately, his helmet was so thick that it hid his expression.
He glanced around, trying to find something to distract him. Unfortunately, the person in front of him was very suspicious. He was acting too cautiously as if he was on guard against anyone, like ants on a hot pot. His eyes were trying to hide from everything, and his neck was shrunk the moment they exchanged a glance, all of which showed that he was afraid of him.
‘Who was that?’
Eighteen Massacres was calmer. Once he started thinking, he could eliminate all other emotions.
This man used an item to hide his name. Eighteen Massacres had a vague sense of familiarity of the man with only one glance. As he pondered, he browsed Ironwall Empire’s database and made comparisons.
The queue was slowly moving forward as the time flowed.
‘Po Xiaoyue from Ironwall Empire. Mainly in charge of resource replenishment and market purchasing.’ Eighteen Massacres locked on a man’s face and started to think. ‘Well, that means…’
“Next, faster!” Seven Ears’ eyes lit up, and a smile came from the corner of his mouth, shouting impatiently.
Po Xiaoyue hurriedly said, “100 bottles of Lineage Potion.”
Seven Ears took a look at Po Xiaoyue and took out the Lineage Potion from the counter. “50 gold coins.”
Considering it was 50 silver coin per bottle, it was not exaggerating to say that it was daylight robbery! However, Po Xiaoyue looked very impatient. Surprisingly, he scattered 50 gold coins on the table, hugged the medicine in his arms and said happily, “OK, great. Mission accomplished. Hehe…”
Eighteen Massacres frowned harder.
‘Mission? What mission did he have that required 100 bottles of Lineage Potion?’
‘System mission? Not possible. So that means it’s an internal mission from the Ironwall Empire. Why would the brutal Heavenly Shield need so many potions?’
‘First clear? First clear for the expert-level dungeon?’
Eighteen Massacres instantly understood everything. 100 bottles of Lineage Potion, what else could they do other than the expert-level dungeon? The information from the Cigarette Butt should be true!
“How many potions do you have left?” Eighteen Massacres was in a hurry and suddenly cut in to ask, “the Lineage Potion.”
Seven Ears shrugged and said, “I don’t have any more left.”
“Don’t have any left?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Seven Ears stared at him.
Eighteen Massacres was very angry and wanted to rage on the spot. He suddenly thought of something and held back his anger. He looked at Po Xiaoyue and turned his heads to Seven Ears and said, “The trade is still in progress, right?”
“Oh?” Seven Ears showed a fraudulent smile that was exclusive to a merchant. He canceled the trading interface. “This mister sure looks like a sheep… I mean you have good taste. I wonder how much you would like to pay for the goods?”
“60 silver coins each.” Eighteen Massacres added 10 silver coins. Though it might sound little, it would be 10 more gold coins for 100 bottles! That was the income for an elite team clearing dungeons for 3 entire days!
“Huh? What the f*ck are you doing? Didn’t you sell them to me?” Po Xiaoyue shouted angrily. “Is it even right to take back the things you sold and then sell them for a higher price? Believe it or not, I will post on the forum and complain about you!”
“Go ahead,” said Seven Ears indifferently.
“…”
As a matter of fact, given the status of Sky Provisions Shop, a few posts could not do any harm to it. People would still be trading there even if it was originally used to manufacture cakes.
“65 silver coins!” Po Xiaoyue said, “That’s the highest offer.”
Looking at his face, it seemed that it was the best he could offer. Eighteen Massacres tapped on the table and said, “70 silver coins.”
Seven Ears looked at Eighteen Massacres and then looked back to Po Xiaoyue. He smiled and asked, “Any higher bid?”
Po Xiaoyue’s forehead was filled with sweat, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, “71 silver coins! Sell me the potion. I’m in charge of all purchase in Ironwall Empire. Sell me the potion, and I promise to visit your business in the future!”
It could be seen that he was trying his best. The price given in the guild was about 65 silver coins, that was to say, the extra price would be paid by himself.
Seven Ears’ eyes lit up. This price was already sky-high. He hurriedly pushed the pile of potion into the arm of Po Xiaoyue in fear that he would change his mind.
“Wait.” Eighteen Massacres stopped Sever Ears. “I’m offering 72 silver coins.”
“You!” Po Xiaoyue dropped its shoulders and sighed helplessly. He looked up and whispered to Seven Ears, “Hey, at least I helped to raise the price, right? Why not give me 10 bottles of it for free…”
Seven Ears smacked the table. “Lord Knight, this man is not paying money and attempted to extort money! Repent him for an entire day!”
The NPC Knights were paid for this, so they executed the command.
Eighteen Massacres sighed in relief. He added only one silver coin because the increase was not high, but it could be used as the last straw to crush the camel. It would be a foolish move to add too much. Also, he was trying to test whether that man was sent by the Ironwall Empire to scam him.
So far, everything seemed okay.
That was if he did not spend away all the liquidity of the guild at one go.
Also, the secret boss behind Sky Provisions Shop was still unknown.
When Eighteen Massacres received the potion and turned around. Po Xiaoyue, who was kneeling on the ground smiled secretly as if he was very happy and he had reached his goal.
…
The giant arrows pierced through the chest of Bat Demon, but it recovered in a very short time at the cost of consuming a lot of health points.
The Bat Demon seemed to be much smarter after two deaths. Did it have the potential to be an intelligent NPC? Although it was still unable to avoid the arrow attacks, it intentionally used non-lethal parts to withstand the incoming damage. Over time, Lin Jie had spent 40% of the arrows.
The good thing was that the giant crossbow was still powerful. The health bar of the Bat Demon was constantly dropping.
The voice broadcast of An Xiaoran was in his ear. Junior Mo relied on his handsome photos and news as selling points, the famous gossip queen from Lin Jie’s previous life had cleverly opened up a new way in her life – voice broadcast. Her voice was sweet and delicate. Even if she was talking about symbols from further mathematics, it would still attract countless people.
What an attractive face was behind such a sweet voice? This idea was exactly what An Xiaoran wanted. The exquisite photo album had been prepared for a long time. She became popular and became another well-known beauty journalist in the forum. Compared with Junior Mo, she was way better.
“News Express, the Kingdom of Glory is about to march into the expert-level of Castle Wood. Since the mysterious organizations, Brotherhood, cleared the Castle Wood, the progress of this dungeon can be described as changing with each passing day. Numerous names have been written on the record board at the door. But we found a magical thing, whenever there is a new record, there will be a word on top of the new record, that is, Brotherhood!” An Xianran’s voice was a little excited. “So, will the Kingdom of Glory break the Brotherhood’s dungeon record? Let’s wait and see!”
Lin Jie smiled as his eyes lit up.
He could say the result right now, and that would be a big no.
Like a good hunter, he would always play with his prey and get more loot from it. He would never allow them to hurt him back.
That was the rule and principle of the hunter.
…
The guardian crossbow’s bowstring made a fierce blast, and the arrows rushed away.
The Bat Demon’s body exploded!
Swoosh!
A gold light showered on Lin Jie.
——’You have leveled up to Level 10 and received five free Stat Points, two fixed Stat Points, and one Specialty Point.’
——”You can now seek for a mentor and start your job-changing trial.”
Lin Jie looked at his Specialty Point and smiled.
He picked up the Enchantment scroll dropped from the Bat Demon and killed a few demon cats using the guardian crossbow until the bowstring made a noise and it was spoilt completely.
The Portable Guardian Crossbow cost 20 gold coins, and now it was completely out of use. In exchange, Lin Jie was level 10 now.
The more Lin Jie thought about it, the more pain his heart experienced. 20 gold coins! In the early game, gold coins were the most important items. It surprised Lin Jie that he would do such a foppish thing. Although it was indeed a fast way to level up, no one could afford it for a long period of time. At the later stage of the game, it would not even be necessary.
It was possible to put pressure on Eighteen Massacres if Lin Jie had a place in the level ranking, but that was not what he was after. He was aiming the Job-Changing trial.
‘What a relief, finally leveled up to 10.’ Lin Jie packed his stuff and left the Forest City. He returned to the provisions shop and withdrew the profit from the shop. Lin Jie went to the Auction House and bought all the Augmenting Gem that had an acceptable price and put them into storage.
Then, Lin Jie went to the shop and bought sufficient Health potions and Magic potions. He spent 10 silver coins and bid an Elemental Communication Scroll (Wind), which allowed him to communicate with wind element within 40 minutes.
For Job-Changing trial, the stronger the NPC, the harder the mission, and the same went for the reward.
Unfortunately, Lin Jie knew the strongest Sword Saint.
“Where are you going?” Asked the Teleporter without any expression.
“Hall of the Wind Spirit.”
“Good luck.”
The light disappeared.
There were broken jades, fallen pillars, a fountain without water, a statue with a corroded face and… wind… strong wind that never seemed to end.
It was the Hall of the Wind Spirit.
