Renard walked out of the blacksmith shop with extremely mixed feelings, and looked back at the unsightly signboard that had been eaten away by the wind and rain, and suddenly felt extremely ironic.

At this moment, the young man waiting at the door quietly walked over and asked timidly, "How is it, is the transaction successful?"

The boy was very nervous, and if he didn't succeed, he would have to return the coins, which had been agreed in advance.

If you want to make a living on the black market, in addition to having unusual means, respecting the rules is the most important thing.

Renard nodded, then said, "Take me to the leather goods store, I need leather armor." ”

He originally wanted to buy an enchanted armor, but after asking the price, he thought it would be better to forget it, after all, the cheapest enchanted plate armor costs fourteen gold coins.

This is due to the fact that mythril is required to forge enchanted equipment, and the larger the enchanted equipment, the more mythril is used, which is a very scarce and expensive metal.

If he wants to be more light and flexible, he must prepare at least twenty gold coins, although he has money, he can't squander it at will.

Perhaps it was the earning of a silver coin that made the boy feel good, and his words gradually increased: "Old Bill is the richest man in the black market, he is the head of all the gold fingers in the city of plenty, if you lose your wallet, you can solve it with him." ”

Reynard didn't expect old Bill to have such an identity, but the thin old man didn't look like a thief.

Leather goods shops are doing a booming business, with adventurers coming and going, and the owners seem shrewd, often giving away low-value giveaways after people have spent their money.

As soon as the two of them entered, the shopkeeper greeted them like rats smelling cheese: "What do you want to buy?"

"Buy a leather armor that fits and sell this one. Renard didn't talk nonsense, and pointed to his leather armor and said.

"It's a good piece of leather armor. The boss was very skillful in groping on the leather armor, and then said with a little pity: "Are you sure to sell it instead of repairing it?"

Renard nodded: "That's right. ”

The leather armor was only burned by the fireball technique, and a hole was leaked in the chest, and after sewing and repairing, it was not affected to use an iron piece with a nail inserted into it, and it was indeed a pity to lose it.

The boss pondered for a moment and said, "I can give up to five silver coins." ”

"Five silver coins?" said Renard, who muttered for a long time, "eight silver coins, or I'll go somewhere else." ”

The scum Renard spent a full thirty silver coins on this leather armor, and although it had been worn for more than three years, it still maintained sixty percent of its new appearance, and if it was not broken, it could be sold for at least fifteen silver coins.

The boss is very good at doing business, and when he saw that he was so resolute, he immediately replied: "Eight is eight, but it can only be discounted." ”

Renard didn't talk nonsense, took off the leather armor and threw it to the other party, picked it up directly in the leather goods area, and finally found a new leather armor with almost the same style: "Twenty silver coins." ”

The boss frowned slightly, then nodded with a wry smile: "Okay." ”

So Renard spent only twenty silver coins to exchange for a new leather armor, and took a leather sword holster by the way.

When he went to the counter to check out, he found that his old leather armor had been cleaned, and the hole was filled with iron plates, and there were characters printed on it that he didn't know what they meant, and it looked like it was original.

He couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, as if he had suffered a big loss, after all, it only took a few dozen copper plates to repair.

Before he could get out, the old leather armor was bought by a cash-strapped adventurer for twelve silver coins.

Renard didn't dwell on the matter, and with his current net worth, there was no need to worry about a few silver coins.

Waving off the young man who led the way, he walked towards the outside of the black market.

When Renard returned to the Cleaver house, he was nowhere to go, and according to Mrs. Donna, he had left with him.

He thought that Cliffor had gone to Fat Henry's tavern for a drink again, so he searched for it, only to find that Cliffor was not here, and that even Fat Henry was nowhere to be found.

He suddenly had a bad feeling that what he had expected would happen.

The contest between the heirs is often more bloody and cruel than the battle on the battlefield.

In the middle of the night, Cliffor still did not return, Mrs. Donna sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze, and Renard also had some insomnia, he took a bottle of pure blood potion and began to close his eyes and meditate.

It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that Cliffor dragged his tired body home, said something to Mrs. Donna, and staggered up to the second floor.

Renard was leaning on the handrail of the stairs waiting for him, "Nothing to explain?"

"Your Excellency, I'm dying. Cliffor took a deep breath and continued, "For two months at most, Miss Heidi chose to gamble. ”

There was no surprise on Renard's face: "Who supports her?"

Cleaver pondered for a long time, and replied, "The lord's descendants all support Miss Heidi, after all, that bastard is not rightly named, and there are also those of us who have been born and died with the lord. ”

Renard asked again, "Who is behind Charles?"

Cleaver's face stiffened slightly, and he sighed helplessly: "Naturally, it's the Honeysuckle Chamber of Commerce, and that old bastard Brad." ”

Renard frowned slightly, in the battle between the river dragon and the earth snake, it is really hard to say who wins and who loses: "Do you need my help in any way?"

The corners of Cliffor's mouth curled inexplicably: "You'd better get out of here, don't make trouble for yourself." ”

Renard tilted his head: "I'm not afraid of trouble. ”

As he spoke, he took off the fireball ring in his hand and threw it to the other party: "You can fire a fireball spell every ten hours, I hope you don't need this thing." ”

Cliffor played with the ring for a while, then put it on his little finger and playfully said, "It's a good fit." ”

Renard knew that there was not much he could do on his own, and there was no need for him to get involved, but the difficulty was that the other party was his friend.

The next morning, Cliffor left the house without saying hello.

Renard stood at the window, looking at the other party's back as it faded away, and couldn't help but sigh.

He wasn't in the mood to train at all, so he took out the elemental guide and studied it, perhaps to see things and think about people, and his mind was full of Miss Heidi's figure.

"Holy!" he cursed hatefully, closed the book angrily, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Renard was annoyed, and he wanted to get away from this place of right and wrong.

However, the three Cliver were the first group of friends he made after leaving Fort Saint-Brieu, and even the first group of friends he made after coming into this world.

The scum Renard and the otaku Renard have a common characteristic, that is, they have no friends, so he cherishes this hard-won friendship very much, of course, it is unknown whether there are other things mixed in it.

Renard couldn't see his own expression, otherwise he would have felt that he had seen the best face-changing art in the world.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.