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After trading the snake ring, Darko continued to wander around the black market. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info has the bloodline ability of the pupil of cause and effect, at least seventy percent of the goods in this black market have no secrets in Dakko's eyes, and many things he only needs to look at at them to know the authenticity of good or bad, but unfortunately he has not been able to find any secret treasures.

Just as Darko was strolling out of town as he walked out of town, he was suddenly attracted by a stall. The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a beard, and his stall is filled with a pile of rare jewelry, although not very high-end, but it is also considered a small superb.

What attracts Daktronics is a fine velvet bag on the side of the stall, and the closure is a three-color twisted wire to tighten the bag opening. Dakko recognized it as a velvet bag made of civet wool. It is waterproof and so strong that a normal dagger cannot be cut. The three-color twisted wire at the mouth of the bag is woven from blue vine, red gold hemp and brown spider silk, which can produce airtight characteristics between these three materials, so that when the bag mouth is tightened, the magic of the things inside will not overflow. Although it is not as effective as the magic box, the value of such a small bag itself is not low, and it can be seen that the things inside are necessarily not ordinary. Darko looked closer, and only then did he see the symbol on it, which was actually a pattern composed of several inscriptions. These inscriptions are transliterated by one name—Apoptotic Cloud Silence.

These days, I like to make a top ten in any ranking. Even the magic pen, which can only be used in the circle of inscriptionists, has a top ten ranking. Every year, the Alchemy Guild registers newly created magic pens and ranks them by a dedicated team of appraisers. Being able to be selected is enough to show their preciousness, and the Apoptosis Cloud Silence is the eleventh existence in the top ten, and for some reason it will flow to the Mercury plane.

This so-called top ten ranking, Dakko still listened to the students next to him in the selection of the Alchemy Guild, in the Alchemy Guild, there are often inscriptionists who spend a lot of money to ask forgers to help create their own magic pen. The Magic Pen needs to be tailored, taking into account the shape of the hand, grip, wrist, amplitude and frequency of mana output, and even the habitual sitting posture when copying inscriptions.

And this withering cloud silence is a set of magic pens designed and refined by the grandmaster-level forger Pasin for the grandmaster-level inscription master Ruben Haye. When it was first made, it was ranked ninth, and later a better magic pen was forged, and this Athered Cloud Silence was squeezed out of the top ten, and now it is ranked eleventh. After the death of Ruben Hayer, the set of pens was acquired by one of his students, who later disappeared.

This bearded middle-aged man just put the velvet bag in the corner of the stall, and did not open it, obviously showing his attitude, and the knowledge of the goods can naturally recognize the symbol on it, so as to understand its value, as for the ignorant goods, it is also in vain for you to see.

Seeing the stall owner's attitude, Darko also smiled slightly and asked, "Can I open the bag and take a look?"

Bearded raised his eyelids and glanced at Darko, and said lazily, "Although this black market is protected by the church, it is not completely safe. Besides, this item is a bit special, and it won't be easy if you break it. However, it is rare to meet a person who knows the goods. This set of pens costs 30,000 gold coins, and you can look at it at will if you put down a deposit of 30,000 or equivalent items. ”

"Fair enough. Darko nodded, took his wand from the spatial ring and placed it on the stall. Samoyed's wand is also an excellent weapon, and its value is actually not low, but it still can't reach the price of 30,000.

The stall owner saw a wand appear out of thin air in Darko's hand, his pupils contracted for a while, and he immediately returned to normal, "Good wand, good space equipment." As the stall owner spoke, his hands behind his back, an object in his hand emitting a faint glow.

Darko thought that the stall owner would argue with him about the value of the wand, but he didn't expect him to be so easy to talk to, but Darko's mind was attracted by the silence of the apologetics, and he picked up the pen without paying too much attention. He carefully opened the velvet pouch, which contained a square pencil case covered with a transparent crystal lid, under which were neatly inserted seven magic pens of different sizes and styles.

Darko pulled out the first magic pen, which was a spiral pen, and the three fingers of his right hand gently twisted the barrel of the pen in the posture of holding the pen, and with a little magic power, the whole pen emitted a yellow halo. This shows that the magic circuit in the magic pen is unobstructed and has not been destroyed. Immediately afterwards, a strange feeling suddenly came from the tip of the pen, as soon as his spiritual power touched the tip of the pen, he immediately felt that the spiritual power was like a stream of water, divided into many strands, and each small spiritual force was like a small stream of flowing water, which flowed around the tip of the spiral pen very smoothly.

"Good pen!" Darko couldn't help but show a little surprise on his face, carefully experiencing the flow of mental power at the tip of the spiral pen. He had used many ordinary magic pens, but he had never felt like this, and the delicacy and delicacy in them were something Dakko had never seen before, and using this pen could at least raise the level of his inscriptions to a notch. The magic pen is to the inscriptionist what the wand is to the enchanter.

Dakko then tried the other six pens one by one, and the needle pen, the oblique pen, the stratum pen, the blunt dot pen, the tracing pen and the projection pen all had different drawing characteristics and the most suitable range of materials. Only then did Darko realize that his past act of copying the magic circle from beginning to end with only a broken magic pen was too amateurish. But on second thought, low-grade glyphs and scrolls do not require too many different materials, and the requirements for finesse are low, in fact, a pen is sufficient.

The works of the Grandmaster-level forgers are really extraordinary, and they are far from being comparable to those ordinary goods on the market, whether it is the feel or other aspects. Although it is not tailor-made, the slightest deviation in the shape of the hand is negligible for a junior inscriptionist like Dacko. Moreover, the Apopping Cloud Silence can help the inscriptionist control his mental power more effectively, and with the help of this set of pens, he can even copy the fourth-level magic scroll with ease, without trembling like he did the first time, but that will be later. What's more, if you take advantage of the opportunity on weekdays, it will be difficult for your skills to improve.

Orlando once said to Darko that although he thinks that tools are good, they should not be overly dependent, just like Orlando's character, sober and restrained. But on this point, Darko has the opposite opinion, he believes that good tools must be used well, and the use of tools is the difference between people and Warcraft, and this advantage should be carried forward as much as possible.

It's just that it's rare, and the two are just talking. If Dakko had the Apoptotic Cloud Silence, he would be able to implement his concept of never being opportunistic in technology, so he had to use the best equipment!

Darko couldn't put it down and played with the Apoptotic Cloud Silence, but said, "Although this set of pens is valuable, it is not easy to find an inscription master in the Mercury plane. There are very few people who know the goods here, and the price is so high, I'm afraid it hasn't been sold for a long time, right?"

"Can I sell it and ask you to take care of it? 30,000 is 30,000, not a penny less. The bearded eyes glared, "Don't you understand me? If this is placed on the Ameithia plane, I don't know how many inscriptionists will have to break their heads, and the price will increase several times......

"The problem is that it can't be sold in the Ameixia plane, otherwise I'm afraid that not only will no one dare to buy it, but it will also be forcibly taken back by the Alchemy Guild, right?" Darko bit this and looked at his beard with a smile, "Weapons and equipment can easily erase the original mark and sell it, but this is not the case with delicate alchemy items like magic pens, and the slightest damage may make the entire pen scrapped." And as time goes on, new magic pens are forged, and its ranking may continue to decline. Since you can be squeezed out of the top 10, you may be squeezed out of the top 100 after a long enough!"

So this set of magic pens with the Apoptotic Cloud Silence logo is destined to be smashed in the hands of this beard, and what Daktronics needs to do is to keep the price as low as possible. The beard was pierced by Darko, and his face was also red, his eyes flashed, and he hesitated.

"I have a friend who is an inscriptionist, and I want to give him this as a gift. But I don't have that much cash in my hand right now, so why don't I exchange it for something else?" Dakko put down the pen, then took out something wrapped in a black cloth and pushed it with his hand.

"You and I recycle waste???...... is this?" the bearded voice fell silent in the middle of the call, he looked left and right vigilantly to make sure that no one noticed, pressed the thing in the black cloth under his hand, his expression became solemn and serious, and he lowered his voice and said, "Where did you get it?" If there are a few churches on the ground, the risk that needs to be taken will increase, and the price will be lowered!"

"Don't worry, it's from a guild, you can check the markings on it. Daktronics is going to use it as a trade for VITK4's space belt, which has the mark of the Vitamin Guild on it, and that mark is associated with the interdimensional space node on the belt, if the mark is worn off, the space belt will be damaged, "I, I don't have time to set up a stall, take the opportunity to barter and swap it, what about you, you can dispose of this inventory again, we will benefit each other and win." ”

Vitk4's space belt, Darko would never dare to trade it in the open, and the Vitamin Guild doesn't know how many eyes and ears, maybe if it is sold here, there will be a killer chasing after it. But this time, it was a hidden barter between the two, and secondly, this set of pens was too important to Darko, so he couldn't help but want to sell this space belt.

The beard saw the logo on the space belt, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he even trembled a little and couldn't hold it. He stared at Darko tightly, as if he wanted to see through the cloak, but after a while, he wrapped the black cloth and pushed it back to Darko, "Space equipment is indeed a good thing, but it also needs to be used by life." I dare to accept even the black goods of the Sky Church on the ground, but I don't accept this hot potato. ”

Darko was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the beard to refuse, and asked strangely, "It's also a hot potato, the market for space equipment is large, if you have patience, you can sell it for tens of thousands of gold coins." In contrast, the Magic Pen is just an increasingly depreciating inventory. ”

The beard sighed, still shaking his head, "There are also degrees of hot hands, some will only burn your hands, but some are enough to vaporize your whole person." ”

Seeing that the beard was so resolute, Darko was constantly entangled in his heart, the price of this set of pens was too high, and he didn't have so many gold coins on him. The only magic items worth exchanging are the space belt and the locator, and the locator is very useful, he is unwilling to use it for trading, and the space belt stall owner does not accept it. But this is too useful for Darko, and he wants to snatch it, but he is afraid that his whereabouts will be discovered. At the end of his head, he suddenly heard a shouting in the distance.

Several big men rushed all the way, led by a middle-aged man with a battle axe in his hand, a middle-aged man with a hideous face, he roared loudly, "There is a man in a cloak who stole a large number of magic crystals in the black market, and now all transactions are suspended, waiting for a search." ”

Darko was stunned, he obviously felt that the other party's hostility was coming towards him, but he didn't steal, and he didn't have a large number of magic crystals on his body, obviously the other party made a mistake. "Could it be that the Vitamin Guild instructed me behind the scenes, paralyzing me in this way, making me think that there is no danger, catch me first and then kill me?"

As soon as he ran a few steps, there were already several figures blocking in front of Darko, who had already been lurking waiting to catch him. Seeing this situation, Darko became more and more sure that it was the pursuit of the Vitamin Guild, so he didn't hide his strength anymore, and first blessed him with an ice armor technique. Several figures around him were obviously startled by Darko's identity as a magician, and hesitated for a moment, so they were overwhelmed by the overwhelming ice moon.

Darko took advantage of the chaos to run far away, and without looking back, he reached out and the wand placed on the stall appeared in his hand as if teleporting. This is the reason why he dares to use his wand as collateral, which is related to a spiritual imprint, and can recall weapons at any time as long as it is within the range of Darko's mental power.

When he got his wand, Darko's magic was ready. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he unleashed a blizzard that blocked the path behind him. The size of the blizzard was carefully controlled by Daktronics, just blocking the pursuit route of those men.

The middle-aged man at the head saw Darko fleeing, and hurriedly shouted, "That's that kid!

With this shout, several more nimble figures approached from outside the town, apparently ambushing again, those figures approached the town from different directions, and then jumped over the two-meter-high fence with a deep leap, apparently thieves who took the agile route. However, when the figures jumped over the fence, they were suddenly frozen in a square block of ice, and then fell vertically, smashing a gap in the fence. Taking advantage of this, Darko ran all the way out of Mano Town.

"Huo Wen, catch up with him! He snatched my magic pen! Thirty thousand worth of magic pens!" Bearded ran to the middle-aged man and shouted, no one noticing that he had secretly hidden the space belt that Darko had left in his stall. Darko's news was naturally notified to Huo Wen by Beard, although Darko snatched the Apoptotic Cloud Silence, but the space belt didn't have time to take it away, this beard is already a sure win, and it would be better if Huo Wen could chase the pen back.

This hideous-looking middle-aged man is Huo Wen, his face is hideous at this time, he heard that a junior magician with a lot of magic crystals has come to his territory, Huo Wen himself is in charge of the trading order in the black market, and it is really easy to catch a person with no identity background in Mano Town. But after confirming Darko's identity, he was about to arrest him, but it turned out that the person was actually a high-level magician who could release fourth-level magic! He didn't even know how to use to send out two fourth-level magics in a row! All of them were silent! Huo Wen clearly realized that he was kicked to the iron plate, and the high-level professional was the top existence in the Mercury plane, but it was not something that he could stop a mere mid-level samurai. But when the man was leaving, he also snatched the goods of a stall owner, and the stall owner had already paid for it, which meant that Huo Wen had to ensure the safety of their transaction.

The behind-the-scenes controller of the black market is the Sky Church, and the trading order here is naturally guaranteed by the Sky Church, and Huo Wen is just a person in charge on the surface, this time the order was destroyed is obviously Huo Wen's work mistake, he knows that if he doesn't chase that hateful magician, the Sky Church will not spend much effort to crush himself. Huo Wen secretly cursed the group that provided him with information, and he had realized that it was most likely a trap.

Huo Wen gritted his teeth fiercely, and only after a while did he spit out a word, "Chase!"