Chapter 278: The Altar of Sandakor
"As long as 100 gold to participate in a competition, you can't buy a loss, you can't be fooled, and you can easily earn a set of second-ring finely decorated commercial houses, and you can't miss the opportunity and don't come again."
After a formulaic introduction, Eleven's tone changed again: "Asha, the ad is over, but I really think you can give it a try." ”
Can't afford to buy a member that's it.,The terminal of this robot butler is in the hands of Skynet.,They sometimes push ads through robots.,This time the ads of their own homes,Of course, it's extra troublesome.。
"What's the situation with that low price?"
"This is a floor plan, with a down payment of 1 million, and the remaining 5.5 million can be paid off in 10 years with an interest-free loan from Skynet"
110 square meters of 7.5 million, nearly 70,000 square meters of housing prices in the second ring is really not expensive, the most important thing is the 10-year interest-free loan.
Professional players like Sherlock will definitely not be able to borrow money through normal channels, which is also the biggest difficulty for them to buy a house, and the ten-year interest-free mortgage provided by Skynet is equivalent to saving 4 million at the current interest rate.
For him now, the 1 million down payment is not a big problem, but the mortgage of 50,000 40,000 per month is still a lot of pressure, after all, the game is inaccurate, and any accidents are possible.
"Sign me up first, I'll give it a try." Sherlock said casually, and got into the game with a heavy heart.
If it comes to the ranking of all professions, he may not be sure, but he is still a little confident in the ranking of the druid's profession, and the top 50 is not to say that he is nine out of ten, but as long as he plays normally, there should be no problem.
So for the money, he has to prepare in advance, and he must have at least 2.5 million in his hand before he dares to make a move.
The All-Pro Challenge is 7 days later, which is 28 days in the game, and if you want to raise money, you don't have enough time, and other players in the circle will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity.
"Ge Erpang, I have a few things in my hand, do I have any shipping channels?" Sherlock contacted the merchant he knew best, and he had already thought about cleaning up his belongings, but there were some large items that ordinary people really couldn't eat.
"Lao Xia, it seems that this game has earned a lot, and I am interested in that house."
Ge Erfat, a person with a seven-trick exquisite heart, is really a fart you can guess what you ate for lunch.
"There shouldn't be anyone in the circle who isn't interested."
"Indeed, so there have been more people looking for me to ship lately."
"Why, you want to lower the price." Sherlock isn't the only middleman.
"In other games, no businessman will not lower the price of this kind of opportunity, but the game of the Forgotten Realm is really good, no matter how big the goods are, I can eat them, the price package is satisfactory to you, where are you now."
Ge Erpang rarely spoke so generously, and Sherlock was also taken aback, how could the other party have to deduct an extra piece from his mouth for this kind of thing before.
"I'm near Mount Lost Soul."
"That's just right, the province has found a home, I'm in Susar, the capital of Cormier, 20 days later, the Iron Princess Yalusel as regent is going to hold a grand coronation ceremony for her nephew Aaron V, a lot of fat sheep, big guilds and professional players will be invited to come, and now Pompeii and a few other big businessmen are ready to take the opportunity to organize a grand auction, if you have something good, you can just come and see it."
Cormier is known as the center of human civilization in Middle-earth, and it has reached its peak by the time Aaron IV succeeded to the throne forty years ago.
It's just that in recent years, goblins, orcs, dragons, and other creatures have brought devastating disasters to the country, and it wasn't until the appearance of the players that it gradually stabilized, and now the coronation ceremony is probably also exciting.
In 20 days, it is not necessary to rush from here to the capital Susar, and he can settle the matter of Mirlu first with peace of mind.
In the next two days, Sherlock first figured out the role of dragon power, this energy seems to be able to replace the magic value to release dragon magic, the effect can be increased by about 40%, the total amount of energy is a lot, there are 176, and he can release four ice mist spells, but this way of reply is too slow, a little minute, under normal circumstances, he is really reluctant to use it.
In addition to studying the role of dragon power, the rest of his time was spent on the study of wind and thunder shuriken, and with the help of Mirlu, he finally mastered the supreme power of the wind element, but he couldn't dance with the fallen leaves like the other party.
There is only one final step left, which is to add mystical fire to it while retaining the characteristics of the three powers.
According to what Magul said, he needs to find a balance between the three powers, which is like refining medicine, and can only be experimented slowly.
It's just that there is no time now, because the Midwinter Festival is finally coming.
Sherlock sorted out all the items he could use, placed them in the spatial ring, and walked with Mirro towards Lost Soul Mountain.
They set out at noon, and when they arrived at the mountainside in the evening, they saw Michael who had been waiting for a long time.
"Beautiful Miss Millou, welcome to you, I thought you would turn down this chance to change your fate." The NPC was still as suave as the last time we saw him, "And you, Mr. Sherlock, are also welcome, please come with me." ”
Seeing the look in Millo's eyes, Sherlock nodded and motioned to follow.
Merrison's Peak is the highest peak of Mount Lost Souls, with sloping slopes lined with bushes and shrubs. The two of them followed Michael all the way up, and after passing through a narrow and secret passage, an old, low gray tower appeared in front of everyone, and a large stone altar was next to it.
The altar was topped by a large throne surrounded by six magnificent perforated stone pillars, identical to the one Sherlock had seen earlier at the Huai River Merchant Alliance's residence, which emitted an ethereal sound whenever the wind blew.
When he saw this picture, Sherlock knew what this place was, but the sound of the six stone pillars together seemed a little disorganized, and there was no beautiful music in his impression.
"That's right, this is the benevolent Wind Rider, the god of travel and exploration, the altar of the source of our bloodline." Mikos's voice revealed a deep sense of pride.
As a godborn, he does have the qualifications to be proud, so he doesn't know if what he said is true or false.
As if he also saw the suspicious look of the two, Michael said: "You will soon know, and when we regain the power in our bloodline, all doubts will disappear." ”