The old man naturally knew very well why this item was not auctioned, of course, not because of the wrong price or product name, but because he made this decision the moment Ron decided to bid for the Elven Dragon Wings.

Naturally, the lots submitted by the Chamber of Commerce cannot be changed, because the lots submitted by the major chambers of commerce to the Chamber of Commerce will be printed in a book three months in advance, or sent to the world through crystals. So the old man didn't want to get the fangs back.

After that, the old man actually thought about it for a long time, and finally sent a message to the headquarters, and finally the headquarters and the business alliance coordinated, and changed the original name to the fangs of the steppe wolf, and for the sake of insurance, he finally paid for the fangs to be photographed back. The price is naturally 10 high-grade spirit crystals.

Although this will make the business alliance have some mustard against the business, the old man still feels that he has made the right bet in the end.

He used his own key to open the display case and remove the fangs from inside. The fangs were as warm as jade, but there was a trace of cold air seeping out from inside. Even if the old man just held the fangs in his hand, he felt a thrill all over his body, and quickly found a box and put it into his storage token.

When the fangs were put away, the old man felt that the uncomfortable feeling on his body gradually disappeared, and his face also regained some blood.

Naturally, this tusk could not be the tusk of a low-level magical beast like a steppe wolf, and the appraisers within the Chamber of Commerce also identified the tusks, if the records in the history books are good, it should be the tusks of the famous Chimera. It's just that even the appraiser can't be completely sure, because the creature is so old that no one has ever seen it, so naturally they can only guess. But the aura emanating from the fangs can also be concluded that its origin must be extraordinary.

The old man instructed the attendant to prepare the materials according to the list given to him by Ron, because there were too many things for him, so he naturally couldn't give them away for nothing, but they were all slightly added to the labor cost according to the purchase price.

When everything was done and it was already evening, the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a slight smile on his face.

The commercial area is very large, because you have to go far away, so it is impossible to buy materials alone, and many supplies still need to be purchased by yourself. Especially some commonly used potions, now that Ron has money, it is naturally impossible to buy those low-grade ones.

As Ron was strolling around the shop, he suddenly felt alert in his heart, only to feel that someone behind him had been staring at him, and this feeling was like being targeted by a poisonous snake, which made his hair stand on end.

He forced himself to keep his original walking posture and took a step forward, and when he saw the right time, he walked into a potions shop, and his whole figure flashed and went straight to the attic on the second floor, and his movements were so fast that even the boss at the counter didn't notice.

However, a young man in leather armor walked in slowly, and the moment he entered the door, the eyes of the two met in midair.

Ron was sure that the young man in front of him was not strong, and he might not even be a master craftsman. But the killing intent emanating from his body made everyone feel chilled. There was an indomitable determination in that killing intent, and Ron didn't know how many people he had to kill to raise such a terrifying killing intent.

The young man seemed to be slightly stunned when he saw Ron, but the time was very short, so short that ordinary people could not notice, and he had already recovered, and walked to the second floor.

When the boss saw the guest, he immediately greeted him warmly, but before the boss could speak, a bright short sword had already crossed the boss's throat at some point, and it was just a little short of being able to cut off his head.

The boss was so frightened that he dared to gasp, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"You're Ron, don't worry, I'm not here to kill you today. But you're related to my mission, and I have something to ask you. The man thudged the dagger into the scabbard behind his back and took another step in Ron's direction.

Ron was confident that he might not lose a fight, but he had hated dealing with these assassins since the beginning, and perhaps the only thing he was afraid of.

"Hehe, what if I'm not willing to cooperate?" Ron took another step back to the second floor.

"Then I don't mind killing you, but ...... Before that, I think I'd be more than happy to meet your friend, the guy named Wensheng. The man wore a mask that covered half of his face, so he couldn't see his expression at the moment, but it was not difficult to see from the calm eyes that this man had a calm heart when he said that he would kill someone, and for him, killing someone was as normal as eating and drinking.

Ron's face changed slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled a slight arc, and said, "Okay, I'll talk to you." Boss, is there a private room on the second floor where you can talk? ”

The boss came back from shock when he heard the question, and hurriedly agreed, there is naturally a private room on the second floor, which is generally used to talk about big business, and at this moment, where can the boss take care of a lot, it is naturally used by just two people, after all, small lives matter.

Ron smiled and walked side by side with the leather-armored man into a private room that was still beautifully decorated.

The leather-armored man closed the door casually, he didn't seem polite at all, and walked directly to the sofa and sat down. Leaning his feet on the coffee table, he folded his hands in front of his chest, and removed the mask that covered his face, revealing a fairly handsome face.

Ron looked at the face and froze there for a full three minutes, until the leather-armored man couldn't help but touch his face and asked, "What's the matter?

"You kid, don't you want to scare me to death so I can inherit my legacy!" Ron punched the man in the chest. However, this punch was not forced, it was more like a greeting between friends. The leather-armored man is none other than Giska, the killer who has been operating in the shadows with Ron in the Southern Regions, and Wensheng's younger brother.

"It's not about not seeing each other for more than two years and seeing how much I've improved. To be honest, if I hadn't deliberately released my killing intent, most of your vigilance would have been killed by me. Giscard said with a slight smugness.

Ron glanced at the people on the couch and said, "Where have you been in the past two years......?" It's a bit heavy. ”

Giska, who was on the sofa, unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his upper body covered in scars, and said, "I originally planned to participate in the trials of the Southern Region with you and enter the Central Region. But then I changed my mind. I'm a killer, I was and will be, and since that's the case, I definitely can't follow those rules to cultivate. Although I was not a student at Cologne, I approached Dean Cooler and asked him how he could improve. Finally he showed me the way. ”

Giscar put her clothes back on, pulled out the crumpled map of World War I from her body and handed it to Ron, and said, "I know that Dean Cooler should not be easy, just like what happened in Fordshire, I guess Dean must know a lot of things, so I thought of this solution. The dean asked me to go to the Western Regions for training. When I got there, I realized that compared to there, the Southern Regions was a paradise. ”

Ron thought for a moment, in his memory, he had also been to the Western Regions of the Holy Gal Continent in his previous life, and it was indeed an extremely chaotic place. The southern region is bitterly cold, and vegetation and minerals are relatively scarce, resulting in some poverty there. Although the Western Regions are much richer than the Southern Regions, the climate is really bad.

There are many mines in the Western Regions, so the merchants there are very rich, and many countries and forces on the Saint Gal continent will purchase materials from the Western Regions to make weapons and equipment. However, due to the lack of sand and gravel and little rain in the Western Regions, crops can hardly survive and can only be purchased from other places at a high price, which makes food extremely important here.

The wars between the nations are nothing more than a struggle for ownership of an oasis. Killing people is the most common thing here, there are mercenaries everywhere, and sometimes even for food, mercenaries will kill their employers. This is the heaven of sin, the hell of mortals.

"I joined the Griffon Mercenary Regiment through the recommendation of Dean Culler. This mercenary group barely does business with the outside world, but they will never be idle. Because they have to guard a rift in the plane of the Demon Realm. ”

Ron's pupils narrowed slightly, and he immediately understood what Giscar had been through all these years. It's just that the mercenary group is stationed, which means that the crack is not big, so that it is impossible for the strong people of the demon world to come over, but because of this, once no one is stationed and a large number of low-level demon creatures invade, it will cause a great degree of disaster to the civilians, and even cause panic, and this is what the demon world really wants.

These negative emotions can make the demon world stronger, so it is necessary to guard these small cracks that seem inconsequential but have to be guarded against.

Those low-level creatures in the Demon Realm multiply extremely quickly, and some are born with strong bodies, although their intelligence is extremely low, but they are very difficult. It was in this mercenary group that Giska experienced countless battles day after day before he raised his murderous aura to the current level, which shows how much suffering he has suffered.

Giska saw that Ron frowned and was silent, he knew that Ron might know something, so he got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Don't think about it, I haven't lived a good life until now, the head of the regiment is good to me, and this time he also wrote me a letter of recommendation, recommending me to join the Shagard Council, no, I came to the Holy City." ”

Giska used to be a person who was very good at disguise, and he was able to follow Wensheng for so long without being discovered, so he naturally had a set of ways to observe words and feelings. However, Ron was not one of those young people with no social experience, he knew very well the duties of those who were ordered to guard the rift, and if there were no special circumstances, his soldiers were not allowed to leave without permission, even if they were all under the direct control of the Shagard Council, and the transfer of personnel in it was an extremely important matter.

Ron didn't show a smile, looked at Giscard and said, "You should have other things to do when you come to the Holy City, but you don't have to explain it to me, I won't ask too much, be careful with yourself, and tell me if you have anything to help." ”

Giska was slightly stunned, and there seemed to be a warm current flowing through his heart, which made his body, which had always been a little tense, really relaxed at this moment, and showed a slightly playful smile on his face, and said: "Hehe, my Lord Ron himself is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he has to help me." ”