There were many merchants who had been stationed here for a long time at the east gate, and Peter the Elder was one of them. Old Peter has been setting up a stall here at the East Gate for ten years. When he was still young, when Old Peter couldn't advance in the Red Rank One Star, he knew that he could only go so far in the Demon Path. But he didn't want to leave the world of magicians and return to the boring daily life.

So he set up a small stall here at the east gate, specializing in reselling magic crystals. Years of experience in scalping have allowed him to develop a good eye, and he can see at a glance the customers who come here. Over the years, I have rarely walked away.

The light in front of Old Peter's eyes suddenly dimmed, and a strong man more than two meters tall stood in front of the stall. Old Peter didn't feel the slightest fear, even though the other party's size brought great oppression.

The pungent smell of wine was so strong even from such a distance that it was as if the strong man had just been fished out of the vat. There are only two kinds of people who can drink alcohol to such an extent.

One is the gangster who has nothing to do, and lives by drinking every day.

The other is a mercenary who is precarious, drunk today and drunk today.

Even if the strong man is drunk like this, there is no trace of vanity in his steps. Obviously belongs to the latter, and is also a mercenary with good strength.

Old Peter was in good spirits, and a mercenary with good strength often meant a big deal.

"This guest officer. Do you want to buy or sell? We have a lot of good quality magic crystals here. Old Peter greeted with a smile.

The stout man had burgundy hair, and he hiccuped drunk. And didn't talk too much nonsense with old Peter, he saw a lot of such disgusting businessmen.

A bulging bag was smashed onto the stall by a strong man, and several magic crystals were scattered from it. Just these few magic crystals scattered outside exude an attractive luster, and they are obviously all good colors.

Old Peter swallowed. "Oh my God, could it be that this bag is full of this kind of high-grade magic crystal?"

Old Peter glanced at the strong man with awe, the strength of this mercenary was simply high to a realm that he could not imagine. With so many magic crystals, I don't know how many demonic beasts you have to hunt to do it. What's more, not every Demon Beast drops Magic Crystals. I only felt a rush of blood rising from the strong man's body.

Old Peter rubbed his eyes, he knew that what had just happened was just a delusion on his part. However, he had seen so many mercenaries in the past ten years, and there were very few mercenaries who could make him fearful.

Originally, he still had a lot of small thoughts about deducting the price, but he was shocked by the bloody intent on the strong man's body, and all of them disappeared without a trace.

Old Peter carefully counted twenty-three magic crystals in total. It was worth about ninety-eight first-level magic crystals, and he also flattered himself by adding two first-level magic crystals, and scraping together enough one hundred magic crystals to exchange for ten second-level magic crystals for the strong man.

Who knew that the strong man didn't even look at the specific second-level magic crystals, and directly put all of them into his pocket. "Haha, there's money to drink again. "For a strong man, it doesn't matter how much money it is, having wine to drink is king.

Old Peter watched in amazement as the strong man left drunk, and he was really a free and easy guy.

At this moment a young man walked up to Old Peter's stall. Old Peter squinted at the visitor, his ordinary appearance, loose sportswear, and a decadent energy all over his body. Only the occasional glimmer of indeterminate light in the line of sight under the glasses.

The most ordinary magician, old Peter made a conclusion in his mind about the young man. Looks like he can make a good fortune on this kid.

The young man pointed to a Monster Crystal that the drunk had just sold to Old Peter and asked, "How much is this?"

Old Peter rubbed his hands together and smiled, "10 magic crystals." ”

"Three. The young man said very seriously.

Old Peter was stunned, how could this young man happen to quote the actual price of this Warcraft Crystal.

"The 3 magic crystals can't even come back, so let's make friends with you. Sell you 8 Mana Crystals. Old Peter said.

The young man raised his head, and his face was Wang Hao. Wang Hao had been observing the whole process of the transaction between Old Peter and the drunk man in the corner. Including Old Peter using a calculator to press the price of each Monster Crystal.

Therefore, Wang Hao is clear about the price of each piece of Warcraft Crystal.

"Oh, it turns out that this Monster Crystal is worth 8 Magic Crystals. I don't know if I let the drunk uncle who just sold it to you know. You only gave him 3 magic crystals worth 8 magic crystals, how do you think he will react?" Wang Hao smiled faintly, and he grabbed Old Peter's life.

Old Peter had a cold sweat on his face, and the anger of a strong man like a drunkard was not something that an unruly businessman like him could provoke.

That's it, since the young man in front of him has seen the whole process of the transaction, let's sell him one at the original price.

"3 magic crystals, hurry up. Old Peter said helplessly. After thinking about it, he added, "Don't tell anyone about this." ”

Wang Hao took 3 magic crystals and bought the Warcraft crystal nucleus that can only be won by at least 7 or 8 magic crystals, and he was in a good mood at the moment. "That's natural, thank you boss for your success, I'll come back in the future. ”

Old Peter looked depressed, you kid should not come in the future. Doing it again would mean another hemorrhage.