One magic stone once, two hundred magic stones?

As soon as this sign was played, it immediately attracted a large number of players and local residents of the Venetian dungeon.

But immediately someone said:

"Is there really two hundred magic stones? Or is it a lie? ”

Indeed, there are only a hundred jars in total, and if there are two hundred magic stones in them, then isn't this person losing a hundred magic stones?

Needless to say, the players are definitely not stupid, and the natives are not stupid, and they feel tired at first glance.

But the player took out a large pile of notes, and then unfolded them one by one, most of them were blank, but there was a note with the words [200 magic stones] written on it.

In addition to this, there are even a few pieces of paper with other prizes, such as [5 magic stones] [1 magic stone], and 1 magic stone is of course the most.

After the display, the player generously stuffs the notes into the jar.

Soon a bald goblin jumped out of the crowd and shouted:

"I'm coming!"

The bald head quickly took out a magic stone, although there were a lot of magic stones, but he didn't look the slightest distressed, and quickly handed it over to the stall owner player.

The man picked a jar, smashed it with a hammer, and with a crisp sound, he saw that the jar was shattered, and a small note was quickly taken out of the jar.

It reads [20 magic stones].

The aborigines blew up on the spot.

"My God, is there really a magic stone reward?"

"Isn't it a lie?"

"I thought it was a liar!"

"Is this man evil?"

"No, you see there are so many jars behind him, if he gives them all, it won't be a loss."

Although the aborigines may sound excited, the players can more or less see that they are a little tired.

Who doesn't know what this player is up to? It's just acting, that's just a trust.

They want to make money from the aborigines!

That's not good, we can't be slow, it's too late, all the money of the aborigines will be taken away by them!

As soon as players saw that there was such an opportunity to make a fortune, they could run faster than rabbits, and soon, the jars in the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom were about to be sold out.

And in the Venice dungeon, smashing the jar can only be regarded as a small test for the players, and the real urgency is what those merchants will face next.

When the service provided by the players is more attentive and cheaper than theirs, the goods produced are not bad.

The most important thing is that the players will be able to live, what membership card, door-to-door service, buy one get one free, that play is more slippery than anyone else.

Soon, the merchants of Venice sensed the unprecedented pressure.

And at this moment, in the main hall of Venice, the new city lord, Alexander, the son of the duke, looked at the envelopes on the table in front of him, which were all reports and letters for help from various doors.

Much of the content is about players from the dungeons of the Eternal Realm, who have seriously disrupted the market.

However, Alexander had no intention of dealing with the letters, which were just laid out on the side waiting for the dust to fall.

There was a goblin butler standing on the side, looking quite shrewd and capable, holding a stack of papers in his hand, reading about the daily needs of Venice.

“…… The renovation plan of Dongcheng has been put on the agenda, and according to the agreement with the merchant alliance, we will be responsible for all the costs of Dongcheng......"

The goblin was still talking, but Alexander had already raised his hand, interrupted the goblin, and asked:

"If that's all that's going on, there's no need to say more." Alexander says:

"How's that going?"

"What do you mean, Lord Alexander?"

"A gift for Lord Sherlock."

When Alexander finished speaking, the goblin looked suddenly enlightened, and then said with a smile:

"Rest assured, Lord Alexander, you're ready."

Alexander nodded and said:

"Hurry up, Lord Sherlock, seems to have noticed something."

"I see."

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On the streets of Venice, you can see players with green characters on their heads.

This is a very common thing for the indigenous people of Venice.

Even in many places, there are already stores opened by these players.

For example, in a certain café such as a commercial district, the store with the word "Cat Urine Coffee" written on it was opened by the players of the Pioneer Alliance.

In addition to that kind of local tyrant guild, there is no other guild that has the ability to open a store in such a prosperous area.

Sherlock, dressed in a gray robe with a little disguise, walked into the shop with the black dragon dog.

The staff in the store are all players of the Eternal Kingdom Dungeon, and in terms of service attitude and freshness, it is far beyond the indigenous inhabitants of the underground world.

You know, natives don't have much of a service attitude, and if you need to change a cup of tea, most of their answers are:

"Huh? Are you Shakespeare missing the word or what? Isn't this tea okay? What the? You say there's something dirty in the tea? It's called protein, you know? Free Protein! ”

In general, the stores opened by players will be:

"I'm really sorry, we'll give you a discount on this meal, and here's a coupon here, please keep it."

The feeling of a spring breeze is really ...... I don't want to come at all.

At least Sherlock didn't see any of the inhabitants of the Underworld entering the player-owned shop.

It's okay to say if it's a buying and selling transaction, but in the service industry, it's obvious that players haven't touched the cool point of the natives of the underworld, and it's not that they will feel happy if you say good things.

"I know, this is probably similar to the meaning of those scolded dogs in the Zu'an region, who are scolded for their bloody heads and sending horses in batches, and they are still happy to continue to play in this region!"

After seeing that the store was deserted, the black dragon dog said so guessingly, but the black cat pineapple on the side shook his head and said:

"There is still a difference, the players in the Zu'an District, how much do you still hold in case I can bury your horse? Such a mood, and the inhabitants of the underworld, are simply sending horses"

Sherlock didn't listen to their discussion of these issues, rang the service bell, and said:

"Trouble a cup, bloody chrysanthemum tea."

Soon someone came running over in a maid's outfit, it was Yucha.

It's just a goblin in a maid's costume......