Amos, of course, did not know that someone was slandering himself behind his back.

It swims all the way to the abandoned dragon's lair.

In the past four years, the white dragons have harvested a large number of fine pearls through the fish people, and they sleep on the pearl bed every day, and the smooth scales of the white dragon come into contact with the round pearls, making a pleasant crisp sound, comfortable and comfortable.

However, pearls are no better than gold, and if you are not careful when you sleep, you will be crushed into pearl powder.

The precious pearls turned to white powder, and the white dragons were distressed, and in order to ensure that their wealth would not continue to shrink, Amos came up with a way to exchange the pearls for gold through trade.

On the Nordhill continent, deep-sea pearls with round colors are also highly sought-after fine jewelry, and the world's productivity is low, and the annual production of fine pearls is far from meeting the market demand, and the price has remained high.

But for the white dragons, the last thing they lack is pearls, but the number of gold coins they collect is far from enough.

Therefore, Amos contacted the black market merchant Luo Kewen, and in the face of huge profits, the black market merchant Luo Kewen and the white dragon immediately signed an agreement and became partners.

As a result, the hidden abandoned dragon's nest was reactivated and became a staging point for trade between the two sides, usually manned by fishmen, who sold pearls and received information from black market merchants.

The fish-man sentinels hiding on the reef saw the arrival of the white dragon and hurriedly greeted him.

"Great host! ”

"Well, when was the last time you traded?"

"The merchant had just taken away a shipment of goods the day before yesterday. ”

Amos frowned, the frequency of trade it had agreed with the black market merchants was once every half a month.

At this time, the fish-man in the abandoned dragon's nest also heard the movement, and a fat spherical fish-man took the lead to greet him.

A few years ago, Amos accidentally discovered a fish-man with a talent for arithmetic, and trained him to be his assistant and let him take over the specific matters of trade, and this fish-man was the fat fish-man - Momor.

"Salute to you! Wise and powerful, incomparably powerful....... ”

"Alright!

Amos interrupted the praise of the fish-man Momore, who was not playing, and glanced at the fish-man who was a little fatter than before, it was really a little worried, one day, will the Momor in front of him be fat into a balloon and fly up in the day!

Amos said in a serious tone: "Momore, I want you to contact Rockerwin as soon as possible, I need to talk to him face to face!"

Seeing Amos's serious expression, Momore put away his flattering posture, stood up straight, and replied loudly, "Yes!"

Seeing this, Amos nodded with satisfaction, Momore has done a good job in the past few years, bringing a lot of wealth and intelligence to the white dragons, so this fat fish man can firmly control the fat gap of foreign trade.

Well~, its body size has also become fatter.

"Recently, has Rockvin delivered any important news?"

"No, except for the lace news of some nobles in the Luowei Kingdom, other events are far away from us, and there is a red dragon news among them. ”

"Oh~?"

Amos was interested in the news of the same kind.

"The high-level legendary-level red dragon - the Molten Mountain Flame has awakened, according to the news, the Elven Forest in the west has suffered, and the three cities on the periphery have turned into a sea of fire, and the Elf King rushed to fight with the Red Dragon, regardless of victory or defeat. ”

"Now, the Elven Kingdom is gathering adventurers across the continent to crusade against the Molten Mountain Flame, and there is gossip that the legendary Silver Dragon Grand Duke has also gone, but no one has seen him. ”

Amos wanted to inquire if Bailey City had any special moves, but he didn't want to hear such a big battle between the top powerhouses of the plane.

However, Amos is far away in the northeast of the continent, separated from the battlefield by the entire continent, so he can neither watch the excitement nor worry about the flames of war burning himself, so he can only use it as a leisure conversation with his younger siblings.

......

Evening.

The sun sets on the horizon, the sky is full of clouds, and in the distance, tired birds return to their nests and cross the remnant sun.

A small boat carrying three people, silent but fast, pushed away the slight waves, turned left and right, and rounded the reef to the sea above the abandoned dragon's lair.

Leaving the boatman to guard the boat, Rocwin and a strong man jump into the water and, accompanied by the fishmen, enter the abandoned dragon's lair.

"Rockerwin is so glad to see you, my dear friend!"

Before anyone arrived, laughing and hearing first, Amos, who had shrunk in size, saw Rockerven who opened his arms and walked quickly towards him.

"Welcome, little raven. ”

Amos cracked open his bloody mouth and smiled as he thought he was proper, but those who didn't know it thought it was showing off his white fangs.

Rokevin laughed.

"You're laughing ugly, my friend!"

"You're also exciting!" Amos countered, "My dwarf friend!".

Amos bites the words "exciting" and "short" very hard.

Rocker's smile was still there, "I often wonder if my father is a caveman. ”

Rockerwin has no father since he was a child, and he is short in stature, with different facial features, and is as ugly as a caveman, but he himself does not care about these things, and even jokes about them from time to time.

However, Amos will not underestimate him because of this, Rockerwin is a real high-level shadow mage, and he is only one step away from stepping into the master rank.

More than his strength, what made Amos jealous was his background, he was the head of the Crow Chamber of Commerce in the northern part of the Kingdom of Lowe, and he was also a full member of the Raven Council.

"Every time you take the initiative to contact me, something good will happen, so this time, what surprise did you bring me?"

Amos naturally heard Rockerwin's overtone - don't bother me if you don't have any interests!

Rockerwin doesn't care about accidents, nor does he care about fame, all he cares about is Huang Cancan's gold coins, and the friendship between him and Amos is directly proportional to the benefits that Amos brings him.

Amos is more at ease when dealing with this kind of person, because as long as he can bring him enough benefits, he will never have to worry about his betrayal.

It is clear that the benefits of cooperation between them far outweigh the benefits of hostility.

"Rokewen, I need to customize a batch of armor and weapons for large humanoids. ”

When Luo Kewen heard this, he was interested, no matter where the arms trade is, it is a profiteering industry, not to mention customization.

Luo Kewen's old face smiled into a chrysanthemum, "My friend, you are indeed my lucky star, so how much do you need?"

Bai Long's tone was flat: "Let's have two thousand sets first, in addition, I also want a batch of alchemy bombs, and at least 20 plague bombs." ”

The world's technological tree is crooked, the industrial revolution is not traced, but the biotechnology branch is booming.

A long time ago, a certain technosaurus lich, Oonezu, invented the plague bomb and used it in a war of aggression, and several material planes were devastated, and they were reduced to a place of death shrouded in poisonous gas, and the lethality of the plague bomb shocked the entire multiverse.

The large number of mortal deaths angered the gods of justice, and the gods of justice issued an order to hunt down and kill Oonezu to the church under their command, and the cunning Oonezu got the news in advance and hid in the necromantic realm, and is still at large.

Later, I don't know what happened, the plague bomb manufacturing process fell out, and gradually developed and expanded, and it involved a wide range of aspects, which was beyond the ability of the gods of justice, and the gods of justice had no choice but to include the plague bomb in the list of high-risk contraband, prohibiting all individuals or organizations from using the plague bomb.

"You're crazy! If you find out, you'll be hunted down by the Church of the Gods!"

Amos raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully, "So?"

Luo Kewen's face was cloudy, and after a while, he laughed silently, frustrated his hands, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"You've got to add money!"