In addition to the equipment system, the character panel this time also comes with a shortcut inventory, which doesn't contain much stuff, just three slots.

Of the three slots, two contain healing potions, and the last one is gold.

Put the gold coins here, no one can steal them, which is the most reassuring thing for Pan Long.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough gold, and he is still a significant step away from his small goal of purchasing the Dimensional Bag.

So, of course, you have to make more money.

The name "Bloody Coachman" has also become loud and well-known in Belgoust, and almost everyone knows it.

The reason is naturally that Pan Long visited the contact point of the Flame Fist mercenary group three times in five days, and brought a large number of heads to receive the reward, as well as all kinds of loot.

The first was nineteen, the second was eleven, and the third was nine.

In total, there were thirty-nine bandits, thirty-six of whom had only human heads, and the three bandit leaders were intact corpses.

These guys brought Pan Long two thousand five hundred gold coins (including a discount on their weapons and equipment), and also made his reputation resounding in Belgost.

Even if you are a professional adventure team, you may not be able to win against a gang of bandits. But Pan Long not only won every time, but also cut off the heads of the robbers and brought them back bloody.

This practice of beheading and settling accounts is not in line with the habits of the locals, who are more likely to choose to scalp. Although the process is actually more bloody than decapitation, at least the "loot" brought back is relatively less brutal.

At least much smaller.

But Pan Long has no intention of changing his approach at all, as a native of the North, he is used to beheading.

The most desirable profession for the people of the Northland was to go to the Jincheng Defense Line as a soldier - to be precise, as an officer. And the most common method of calculating merit in the Great Xia army is to decapitate the merit.

It doesn't matter if you're killing a monster, a monster, a bandit or even a desolate person, in short, as long as you have a head, try to cut off the head, because this is the best proof of merit.

As for those inferior goods without brains, of course, even if you are unlucky when you encounter them, try to find out if you can get some evidence.

This is not only the habit of the people of the Northland, but also the habit of the entire Great Xia military. Look at the human heads hanging on the tower of Yumen City, and you can see how deeply rooted this habit is.

Pan Long didn't plan to change his habits, anyway, for the legion of the Flaming Fists mercenary group, as long as he could prove that he killed the bandits, scalped them off or cut off people's heads, wouldn't it make a big difference?

As for whether the people of Belgost would be taken aback by this, and whether they would be notorious because of this, Pan Long thought that was not a problem.

Notoriety is fame, and for adventurers, ferocity is just as reliable proof. As long as the usual tasks are done properly and there is no bad record, it is a good thing to have a good reputation.

For example, with his fame and the occasional pile of heads and corpses on the carriage, he got along well with the "natives" around Belgost.

Unlike around the Friendly Arm, there are relatively few monsters around Belgost - the Flaming Fists mercenary group has been purging out, and the more evil tribes have basically killed them, and the rest are willing to follow the rules, such as a group of half-ogres who live in the north of a nearby lake and live by farming and fishing, and some goblins who live in the south by stealing and looting, but rarely hurting people......

Pan Long is very curious about their ecology, and every time he kills the bandits, he will stop by to visit them. With those heads and corpses as proof of force, these relatively peaceful monsters are very good at talking as long as they give them some food.

There weren't any powerful people in those goblins, but there was a warlock in that group of half-ogres. This guy's level is not low, he knows the second ring spell "Identification Technique", Pan Long used food as a reward and asked him to help identify several pieces of his magic equipment.

Among these pieces of magical equipment, there is really a good thing.

It is a ring called the "Ring of Witchcraft", which doubles the number of spells the wearer can cast per day.

The One Ring spell is not very powerful, but it can work wonders if used properly. What's more, the number of spells of the mages is not much, and many times, a few more one-ring spells may be the difference between victory and defeat and life and death. So the half-ogre magician was very enthusiastic about the ring and offered to make a deal with Pan Long.

Of course, Pan Long had no opinion, and then exchanged this ring for a lot of loot.

All come from the "contributions" of adventurers who want to crusade against this group of half-ogres.

Among these trophies, what surprised Pan Long the most was a set of magic full-body armor that emitted a faint light, and when he saw this, he was completely stunned.

"This ...... Who is this?" he couldn't help but ask, "Can you afford to wear this?"

It's really not that he underestimates these half-ogres, you must know that the magic equipment in this world is not very common, although this set of full-body armor is just ordinary chain mail - it is an armor made of silk leather connected with pieces of metal and stacked layer by layer, the defense is good, but it is too heavy - but it can be enchanted as a whole, and it is definitely not something that ordinary adventurers can get!

As far as he could see, even the holy warriors of the great sects, or the noble knights, generally only wore ordinary full-body armor, which was nothing more than armor with better craftsmanship and steel, and maybe even an enchanted heart guard...... But this was the first time he had seen such an overall enchanted armor!

Oh, maybe not the first time, the one on Shalovok's body is probably the same, but unfortunately it was broken, burned to waste, and finally I don't know if it was taken away by a goblin or something......

It's been more than half a month since he came to this world, and it's the first time that Pan Long has seen a roughly intact enchanted full-body armor.

The person who can wear this kind of armor, if not a bad star like Shalofok, is probably not much worse. Just with the dozen or so half-ogres in this tribe, there are ghosts who can beat them!

"It was handed down a long time ago, and I don't know how it came about. The Half-Ogre Magician, the elder of the small tribe, said nonchalantly, "If you like, trade this for that ring." ”

"I don't want this. He shook his head honestly, "And I suggest you...... It's better to bury it in the ground and don't tell anyone. This thing is no joke, once it is exposed, someone will definitely come and kill your whole family!"

The elder was stunned for a moment, and after a little thought, his green face suddenly turned a little pale.

"Then I'll give it away. He said, "I'll give it to you." ”

Pan Long's eyes narrowed: "You are not kind! This thing was given to me, and the trouble was given to me." I don't usually wear this kind of metal armor, so what's the use of it? Do I have to ship it to Baldur's Gate and sell it? What if I meet someone who knows the original owner?"

The elder smiled awkwardly, "So...... Shall I post something else for you?"

Pan Long was speechless.

(Who said that these half-ogres are upright? Geng is a straight fart! They can even move the trouble to Jiangdong!)

But he really needs money now, and this armor can really be sold for a lot of money.

A suit of armor like this, taken to the black market at Baldur's Gate, can be sold for two thousand gold coins at a moment's notice—the black marketeer can sell it for at least double the price with a slight modification of it.

But he wasn't going to just take it, it was stolen goods, and there might be a lot of trouble behind it. If the black market sent to Baldur's Gate can be worth two thousand gold coins, then here and now, it can only be worth five hundred at most...... Or a friendship price.

His ring is definitely more than that, not only more, but much, much higher.

The sorcery ring is quite expensive in the ring type of magic equipment, even if he is only the lowest level among them, and can only increase the spell bit of one ring of spells, the value must be calculated in terms of "ten thousand".

With such a ring, you may be able to exchange it for more than one dimensional bag, or the highest grade.

But looking at the look on the face of the half-ogre elder, he knew that the other party wanted to buy it no matter what. Then you can only trouble a little bit and exchange something of equal or even higher value here.

Eventually, Pan Long took a large amount of weapons and equipment from the half-ogre village, almost sweeping away the loot they had accumulated over the years.

Even so, the elder was very satisfied with a smile on his face.

In terms of value, it must be that they pay more. But as the saying goes, "labor determines value, and demand determines price" (though they certainly haven't heard of it), these weapons and armor are not suitable for tall half-ogres, but the ring is different.

He looked at his left hand, and a ring on his index finger was glittering in the sun.

"The magic ring is truly a treasure in the world, and the ability to change its size according to its size alone is stronger than all other magical equipment!"

Driven by a wagon full of goods, Pan Long once again came to Belgost, where he delivered the spoils of war and received six hundred gold coins.

"Your efficiency alone is worth two or three of our squads. The female officer said with interest, "Are you interested in joining our Flaming Fists mercenary group? ”

Pan Long shook his head: "I'm not used to being constrained by people when I join the organization, and I ...... This is the last time I'll do this business, and I'm going to Baldur's Gate next. ”

"What are you doing at Baldur's Gate?"

"I've saved up enough money to buy a dimensional bag. ”

The female officer smiled: "What about after buying the dimensional bag? You still have to make money again, you can't let the dimensional bag be empty." ”

"We'll talk about that then. ”

(By then, I'll probably not be in this world anymore.) ）

Pan Long shook his head, this time he didn't even take a bath and stay, and drove directly to the carriage and left Belgoust.

A week later, he arrived at Baldur's Gate, the largest city in the area, and after finding a black market to sell all the things he didn't need, his money reached a staggering 30,000.

Having bought three high-grade dimensional bags in one go, he looked at the three black leather bags and smiled with satisfaction.

After laughing, he sighed softly.

"The black on this bag is clearly coagulated blood......