This is the disadvantage of not having a teacher to teach, and relying entirely on oneself can only do half the work, but Sherlock really doesn't have the time to do the tedious set of pre-tasks of apprenticeship.

As for Ferenze, it was purely for him to run into it, and he still hasn't figured out how this NPC can have so much autonomy.

He took the key to the room and a large push of materials and was about to enter the room, but the argument between the two groups of players outside the tailor shop caught his attention.

"I said that I would sell it for 5,000 gold, but now I want to regret it, little brother, this business is not authentic."

"No, Brother Big Bear, it's my brother who is ignorant and got the price wrong, forget about the Golden Wind Scissors, we really can't sell this Crane Divine Needle like this."

"What do you mean by that, you sell at a clear price, I buy it openly, you are directly raising to 50,000 now, shouldn't you be bullying our Meteor Guild No one in Sequoia Town."

"You ......"

Sherlock also saw the middle scene in the melon-eating crowd at this moment, more than a dozen players from the Meteor Guild surrounded two Terran male players, one big and one small, who seemed to be a pair of brothers.

The older brother was begging for mercy in front of a dozen meteor players, while the younger one was sobbing constantly.

He wasn't very familiar with the meteor side, but he had heard a little about the half-orc warrior who was called Big Bear, and his full name should be Big Bear, and he was a small captain of their main group.

After listening to the content, it was probably forced to buy and sell, and after asking passers-by who also ate melons, they knew that the center of the quarrel was a pair of golden wind scissors and a crane needle.

The two brothers set up a stall to sell these two things at the wrong price, and the people of Meteor bought the Golden Wind Scissors, and when they found out, the other party had already raised money and insisted on buying another Crane Divine Needle.

The first half of this story is one of the more common in the game, where players intentionally or unintentionally sell something valuable and are bought by unknown passers-by.

This is also a kind of fun for players to visit the stalls, and there is even a special kind of player in the market who is engaged in this business of trading.

It's just that under normal circumstances, the person who picks up the leak knows that he has taken advantage of it, and he will choose to leave silently, and rarely show off in front of the bitter master.

It's really a bit of a hatred to force someone like the Meteor Guild to buy another one.

The two kinds of sewing level living equipment, the Crane Divine Needle and the Golden Wind Scissors, are similar to the excellent equipment in terms of cherishment, and even the value is higher in the long run.

It's hard to get this kind of thing out of a monster, and the provenance is either a hidden quest or a system reward. Sherlock had only used this equipment at Ferenze until now.

Not to mention that it's a two-piece set now, if you collect a suitable magic pen and get together the set attributes, you can completely raise the tailor level by one level.

He estimated that the value of these two things is about 130,000, and it is even more expensive to calculate the appreciation space, and the two brothers selling 100,000 yuan is already considered a low-price dump.

It is estimated that he is either going to change the game or is in a hurry to use the money, judging from the development prospects of the game Forgotten Country, the latter is more likely, and the next two sides have confirmed his guess.

"Brother Big Bear, we really need money to get rid of this set of things in a hurry, you can do it, don't embarrass us." Although the elder brother's tone was a little weak, he bit 50,000 hard and didn't let go at all.

"It seems that we can't get along, so don't blame us for being unreasonable." The half-orc said viciously, "Osu, I still have to leave beforehand, you bring people around them, dare to go offline, don't be afraid of going to jail." ”

In the Forgotten Realms, even when not in combat, there is a 2-second time to exit the game.

"I'm so tired, Brother Big Bear." A Terran thief replied with gratitude.

After saying that, Ursa Major left with the others first, leaving only a five-person team to surround the two brothers.

Although the Meteor Guild is only a second-rate guild and does not develop in Sequoia Town, no one among the surrounding players has stepped forward to uphold justice, after all, it is not their own business.

Sherlock was the same, staring at it for a while, just sighed softly and turned his head and walked back, although he also had a bit of a holiday with the Meteor Guild, but it was not a big feud between life and death, there was no need to be blind for two strangers.

"Thirty thousand Crane Divine Needles, take what you want." The elder brother of the brothers revealed a sense of helplessness in this cry of grief and indignation, and the tears that he could not hold back could no longer be controlled, he really needed money, and he was very anxious.

"Meteor's players are too much."

"Yes, such a big guild is reluctant to take out 50,000 yuan, and it will be shameless."

"These guild players know how to bully our casual players."

……

The surrounding melon-eating crowd finally couldn't bear it anymore and blamed one after another, but the verbal criticism was just a gust of wind for the players of the Meteor Guild, and it was completely inappropriate.

They're used to it, and they're forgetful creatures anyway, and it's estimated that no one will remember it in a few days.

"Huh!" Sherlock, who was about to reach the door of the sewing shop, stopped the left foot he had sold, and perhaps he finally found a reason for his move, and turned and walked into the crowd.

"I want 30,000."

Hearing this voice, the two brothers, who were almost about to collapse, immediately stopped crying, turned their heads excitedly, and a half-elf holding a wooden stick walked behind everyone in this way, and then a trade application was thrown over.

"Look for death." The thief who took the lead drew two daggers and stabbed them straight at them, he didn't expect that anyone would dare to slap their face.

It's chisel!

System Hint: If you are attacked by a mysterious player***, you can counterattack, and killing the target and his teammates will not increase the PK value.

Sherlock was ready to come out with a stick, and a thief who dared to fight him head-on was really looking for death.

An inch long and an inch strong, although the length of the silver fire is not as long as a two-handed weapon such as a giant sword and spear, it is much longer than a dagger.

Almost as soon as he was prompted by the system, his whole body muscles mobilized, and with a single blow, he flew the thieves who rushed in front of him.

Seeing the captain being knocked away, the other four also attacked, and the professions were thieves, warlocks, priests, and warriors.

"Don't go yet! Enter the sewing shop. Sideways to dodge the charge of the light armor battle, Sherlock shouted at the two brothers, just now the people were surrounded and there was no way, now the formation of the five-person team of Meteor has been messed up, take this opportunity to run to the NPC's shop is the way out.

As for himself, he was not prepared to leave like this, he was besieged by them in that valley before, but he was embarrassed enough, to say that there was no anger at all, it must be fake, this time he just took the opportunity to vent.