"Is his disciple dueling with whom?"

"Four-layer chin" The man touched the furrow squeezed out of his chin and guessed.

He could feel that Rubick's breath had entered the Colosseum, but he didn't show his form, and it seemed that he was going to observe his disciple's fighting skills.

Rubick did not leave, and the "four-layer chin" man did not dare to break into the Colosseum, which was disrespectful to the legendary Grand Magus.

After Rubick handed over the original Aghanim's Scepter to his disciple and left, it was his chance to make a move.

Four-inch tongue

This is the skill that the "four-layer chin" man has learned after thousands of years of business, and under his four-inch tongue, there is no business that cannot be negotiated, of course, he wants to have an advantage.

"Wait, patience is always a must."

He was used to it, and he had experienced a long wait for every original treasure he had gotten his hands on, and he didn't care about waiting a little longer, a little longer.

It's his habit to look around, making the most of every second of his time to look for an existence that can be a business partner.

There were very few outsiders in the Colosseum, but many people came not far away.

"Poor ghost, poor ghost, poor ghost"

Counting impatiently, the "four-tiered chin" man standing next to the stone wall of the Colosseum seemed to be beside the group of adventurers who were hurrying and hurrying, commenting on them.

But the Colosseum is still separated from the adventurer's location by many woods, and the distance is actually not short.

With a disgusted sip, the "four-layer chin" man regretted going to check the situation of that large group of people, all of them were poor ghosts, and many of them were still holding the waste products that flowed out of him, and they had no value in becoming the object of the transaction at all.

Not only is the money pitiful, but there is not even a single prop that can give him a more look, which is really pitiful.

"It's okay, it's okay"

He comforted himself that he was used to this kind of thing, and that he should have seen something unclean.

The remaining two, the Tavernkeeper and Fred Arnold the Witcher.

"Cut, it's a poor ghost, too."

At a glance, the "four-layer chin" men can tell whether they have enough gold coins in their wallets from their clothing and appearance. As soon as he looked at the tavernkeeper, he understood that this was a married man, and gave up paying attention to hitting his wallet.

Married men are poor people who don't have money

"That guy"

The "four-jawed" man stared at Fred Arnold, the witcher, who was not interested in men, nor in Fred Arnold's purse, but in the longbow that was disguised by other paints.

"It's like a good thing, but I don't know what price it can sell."

He had a premonition, and this premonition was that he had seen the Abyssal Blade, an artifact that had been eroded by time like a fossil.

Back then, he hesitated for three days, gritted his teeth and bought the Abyss Blade. From now on, he made a lot of money, even if he paid most of his wealth at the time.

"Little brother, I see that you have clear eyebrows, is there a guy who needs to buy it?"

"Who" Fred Arnold, who was squatting at the top of the tree, a guy who almost fell from the tree and was silent, suddenly appeared beside him, Fred Arnold did not feel the breath of this man with three layers of chin, like a ghost.

"I'm an upright merchant,

Brother, do you need anything?"

The tavernkeeper noticed the situation in the trees and asked Fred Arnold with his eyes if he needed help, and the fat man with the tall hat gave the instinct that he had always been difficult to deal with.

"No"

Fred Arnold, the witcher, shouted at the tavernkeeper, turning his head to stare at the "four-chin" man, who felt a familiar smell from him, just as he had felt the same bounty hunter from his body.

"You're a businessman"

Fred Arnold, the witcher, asked three points skeptically, seven points in the affirmative.

"Good vision, little brother, you can also call me a battlefield merchant."

As if flattered, the "four-layer chin" man lifted his hat and bowed slightly.

"You're the Mystery Merchant"

Fred Arnold had heard of the mysterious merchant who circulated on the battlefield, and it was said that he could buy rare treasures from him when he met the mysterious merchant, although the number and variety were small. But as long as you buy one, whether you can use it or not, you also feel that you have made money.

For the budding Fred Arnold who came out of the battlefield, he had also heard of this thing, and meeting a mysterious businessman meant that he had encountered a business that was sure to make money without losing money, but he didn't expect to meet it here.

"The mysterious merchant is not, that guy's goods are pitiful compared to mine, you see, you see, you see"

As if speaking of the sore spot of the man with a three-chin in front of him, Fred Arnold's eyes widened as he pulled out one dazzling and dazzling merchandise after another from the package behind him, each one of which was so perfect, calling for Fred Arnold to buy it.

Tired of touching a ravine, the "four-layer chin" man changed the ravine and touched it, looking at Fred Arnold's surprised expression with satisfaction, and the look of eagerness to stare out his eyes was the effect he wanted for the business to continue.

"What do I like, my price here is absolutely fair."

As he spoke, he handed Fred Arnold, the witcher, a long list of items that were inconvenient to take out and descriptions of their uses.

After watching it for a while, Fred Arnold, the witcher, gasped, partly frightened by what the list described.

These goods are more precious props, and any one of them brought to the camp will cause everyone to go crazy. Even a Mithril Hammer is a rare and expensive weapon, but compared to the items on this list, the Mithril Hammer exists like a branch, worth about thirty-two branches, which is a worthless thing.

What's more, just looking at its description, the effect is very attractive.

A sharp blade that can help escape, or a sharp weapon; A hammer of the same origin as Thor, capable of emitting the power of thunder and lightning; The crimson blade is determined to penetrate everything that is blocked, and move forward; And the sword that radiates a dazzling light, whose name is holy, which cuts iron and steel, and is omnipotent

The same is more powerful than the same, and the same is more expensive than the same.

Fred Arnold, the witcher, touched the money bag hidden in his chest, he could only afford the Mithril hammer, which was nothing on this list.

"I can't afford it."

Fred Arnold yelled, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but snatch the man in front of him if he was entangled, but his intuition kept reminding him not to do anything to this man, he couldn't beat him.

"Hi"

Seeing that the witcher stopped thinking

The "four-layer chin" man felt a little sorry for his impulse, this guy would just shoot directly, and he would have an excuse to get the bow.

Although he was a little disappointed, for him who had experienced a lot of battles, it was just a different way, from a direct and simple way to a more complex and artistic method.

"Did you like something, little brother?"

It's still that kind smile, which makes people feel close.

Fred Arnold touched his head with a blush, and although his face was covered by the hood, he still felt his face burn.

"This"

Fred Arnold, who wanted to refuse, looked at the kind smile of the man with a "four-layer chin", but he couldn't resist the idea of shirking, hesitated for a while, pointed to a product on the list, and whispered.

"Well, it's a little brother, this is a great prop"

took out a tightly wrapped commodity, and the "four-layer chin" man peeled off the strip of cloth wrapped around it layer by layer, and slowly showed its true appearance.

A prop that glows golden, as if it is a little hot. The length of the arm, a prominent arc shows the place where it is held, the whole body is golden, but it is so hot on the hands of the "four-layer chin" man.

Enduring the pain, the "four-layer chin" man blocked in front of him with his green robe, and his white, fat hand touched it.

In a sizzling sound, it retracted its light and lay quietly on the strip of cloth, facing Fred Arnold.

"Scorched"

Fred Arnold asked kindly, and the "four-layer chin" man waved his hand, still with the same smile on his face, and handed it to Fred Arnold with a slightly scorched hand.

"Its name is Radiance, and it's a nice little one."

Although the "four-layered chin" man calls it a little guy, this one looks like a dagger, but it also looks like a half-truncated long stick, and it doesn't look like it is used to make weapons.

Fred Arnold took it with some surprise and looked at the description on the list to see how it was used.

A little embarrassed, just now he just pointed at it, but he didn't expect the "four-layer chin" man to generously hand it over to himself.

Touching the ravine, the "four-layer chin" man looked at Fred Arnold with satisfaction as he read the list carefully, and sighed that he could finally sell a replica of the radiance.

Radiance was his worst-selling item. It's not because it's not effective, it's because of the remarkable effect that it has been sold less than five fingers.

Call it the little one, not because the replica of Radiance has life, but because of its characteristics.

Just as the "four-layer chin" man opened the cloth strip of the seal and touched it, his hand was scorched, and every time he used it, he had to go through such a scene to calm it down and turn off the hurtful glow.

Its name is Radiance, and its attack name is also called Radiance, Radiance is it, it is Radiance.

Looking at the brilliance on the description, Fred Arnold felt a little painful, this thing is easy to use, although it has to hurt his arm once every time he uses it, it can't stop its ability to continuously damage enemies.

He, Fred Arnold, was a witcher.

He, Fred Arnold, was good at making bows and arrows.

He, Fred Arnold, hates melee combat the most.

He, Fred Arnold, shines in his hands, and is suitable for melee combatants.