Chapter 7: The Black Merchant Berg is listed below

"The knowledge that flows between the scrolls is the sound that knocks at the door of all things. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A look of clarity appeared on Berglie's face, it turned out to be a legacy from wizards, since most of the old gods of the First Age left Anlundale, wizards gradually mastered the knowledge of the world, and used it as a source of magical power, and at the same time, the powerful power also allowed them to dig into those lost civilizations and hidden knowledge.

Although they also pursue knowledge, the concept of knowledge is completely different between wizards and scholars, scholars respect knowledge, and wizards dominate knowledge, and only a very small number of wizards have a respectful attitude towards knowledge.

"Ahem, although you helped me just now, the rules of the brass scale cannot be changed, and your tokens can only buy items below the red copper rank."

Then Bogre stroked his thinning hair again and smiled

"But trust me, the brass libra will definitely please you, and I will personally give you a little gift as a token of appreciation."

Chim looked embarrassed, his slightly upturned eyebrows wrinkled together

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Borglie, but to be honest"

He paced slowly from the counter, past the shelves made of maple poplars, where all kinds of magic props were lying there, potions and scrolls were neatly arranged, the long and short swords displayed on the weapon racks were swallowing cold light, and the wind through the cracks in the windows rolled up the curtains of the down, and at the same time took the opportunity to reveal the completely darkened canopy to Sim's eyes.

"These things are really, a little bad."

Sim bared his white teeth, and without waiting for Borglie to speak, he casually picked up a glimmering hand axe

"Shimmer's hand axe, sharp and strong, seems to be able to increase a certain amount of lethality when throwing, it should be from the hand of the master forge."

Bogre looked a little complacent, after all, a master blacksmith's shimmering weapon would be placed outside at will by a chamber of commerce like Brass Libra for others to taste, and then he met Chim's smiling expression, Chim's eyebrows raised, his right hand loosened, and let the axe fall back to its place

"It's a pity that the quenching is sloppy and the materials are average, but it's just the result of the forger's coping with things."

Chim ignored the darkened face of Borglie, continued to walk, then stopped in front of the reel cabinet and took out a scroll, which looked no different from his gray companions, and rubbed its texture slightly, Chim spoke

"Fireball Scroll, the second attack in the one-ring spell, the first burst, and the offensive weapon."

Then he threw the scroll back into place, still smiling at Borglie, who was glaring at him with a dark face

"But the infusion of magic is insufficient, and the activation time is too long, and the wizard who made it will definitely not exceed the second ring."

Then he sighed heavily, spread his hands, and made a helpless expression at the old merchant.

Bogli looked at him and was also helpless, as a businessman, he wanted to drive this kid out now, these things can be the key to determining the outcome of the battle of the white rank, what this kid said is just a bone in the egg, but his self-esteem can't allow him to just boast that Haikou will definitely satisfy him, and he will lose his trust immediately.

What's more, the rigorous side of being a scholar told him that the flaws that the young man in front of him said did exist, otherwise he wouldn't have put these things out of the counter for others to choose.

"These are rare things in the White Order, are you still so picky, boy?"

But he naturally didn't show these things to the outside, but snorted coldly and looked at Chim

"These things might be considered fine on the outside, but"

Naturally, Sim would not point out the old man's awkward behavior, but replied with a smile

"I'm not the same as the mercenaries who swing their teeth and claws and waving their fists for a few gold coins, the brass Libras and the grocery stores that can argue with customers for half a mouthful of potions."

As he spoke, the corners of Chim's mouth showed a smile that contained feelings of pride and contempt, the kind of smile that Bergret was familiar with, he had seen in countless people, and they had a common name.

Aristocrat!

At this time, the scenes in Boglie's mind began to recall, what had happened since he met this young man named Sim, he drank expensive black tea in a very elegant and natural way, and he pointed out at a glance a scam that he didn't even know, he had the inheritance knowledge of wizards, and he could easily distinguish the flaws of magic props and magic weapons - this is probably not an ordinary nobleman, but a young man who can only be cultivated by a large family with a deep background.

Borglie also suddenly remembered the origin of the token in Sim's hand, which had been asked to be taken from him a few days earlier, and the identity of that person ...... Borglie's face became serious again.

"Very good young man, you have convinced me that I can give you some convenience within the scope of my authority."

He decided to be a little more accommodating to the young man, after all, rules are dead, and people are alive.

"Now tell me, what do you want?"

Sim was secretly happy, he spent so long to speak naturally waiting for Boglie's words, this old man's power is quite not small, brass Libra in addition to the two "Libras" headed by each brass, the fourth brass of Brass Libra, not only Inruta, even in the entire knight country Romand is the top figure.

"I want to ......"

Chim's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound, a trick that had been passed down among nightingales to deliver confidential messages

When he heard this, Borglie's expression was relieved, and he thought that Sim would open his mouth widely, if it was just such a thing, it would be easy to rely on the means of brass scales, and before he could sigh "After all, he is an inexperienced young boy", he saw Sim's lips move a few times, and this time his reaction was very fierce

"No, no, no! Boy, this is also very strictly controlled circulation inside the brass scale! ”

Old Bergre didn't even care about his own thinning hair, and shook his head vigorously, he really didn't expect this kid to be so bold, and besides, what did he want that thing for, did he still want to rebel - no, no, it was impossible

"This is not negotiable! Absolutely not! ”

Chim also pursed his lips, and then continued to move his lips, as if to bargain with Boglie.

This time the old man showed a hesitant expression on his face, and then took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, and then put it on the alchemy lamp to light it, this is a kind of contact information, Sim once heard a friend who is a spy say, but because the cost is very high, they will only use it to report important information, and sure enough, the brass scale is rich.

"This ...... It's not that you can't, but you can't give you too much, and the price won't discount you much. ”

Sim finally showed a satisfied expression, he opened his mouth this time, and finally made a sound

"Then I can pay now, and—"

He dragged out his voice, and then looked at Bogliel with ill-willed eyes, until the old man was furious at his back

"You just said to give me a small gift, I'm sure you won't forget it so soon."

Bogree blew his beard and stared, he thought there was something special wrong with this kid, but he didn't expect that he actually doubted his credibility, and he raised his voice

"Hmph, I'm not going to break my promise, I'm not only going to give you a gift, I'm going to surprise you, and your stuff will be there soon."

After saying this, he went into the back room again and didn't know what to take, and Chim was bored and patrolling the whole room, hoping to find out what equipment he was suitable for, and the faults he had picked before were just to attack the old man's temper, which was the best for a poor player like Chim!

Soon Sim's work was interrupted by a loud noise, but it was not Berglie in the back room who made the sound, but outside the door, where the Libra ornament hung on the door shook with a clattering sound from the sudden opening of the door panel, and a middle-aged man dressed in black walked in with a wooden box.

Master! Such a thought flashed in Chim's heart for a moment, and he approached himself to this point because of the sound of opening the door, especially the momentum that this man emitted when he saw Chim, Chim's skin felt bursts of tingling, this is the suppression effect of the big rank, if this man wants to be unfavorable to himself, he doesn't need three moves at all.

He is definitely a master above the Bronze Order, and considering Berglie's identity, this man may even be a master who has reached the Silver Rank!

"Mr. Borglie is in the back room."

He nodded politely to the man in black and reminded him at the same time, but the man just glanced at him silently, nodded his head imperceptibly, and then put the wooden box on the ground and turned to leave.

After the man closed the door and the copper Libra jewelry clanged again, Sim exhaled softly, this is the gap in rank, the white level against the silver level, there is no need to think about it at all, it is the end of being killed in seconds, and the white level can't even hold the sword under the momentum of the silver order.

"Okay boy, look at what I found for you, oh, can I send it here?"

Bogree was already shouting before he opened the door, and when he saw the wooden box on the ground, he waved his hand and motioned for Sim to open it and take a look, but Sim was not polite, so he naturally opened it for inspection.

The heavy wooden box is bolted on all sides, after Sim pulls out the two latches, he can easily remove a wooden plank, as soon as he opens it, Sim's eyes flash with joyful brilliance, the inside is neatly stacked, full of a row of 6 jet-black arrows, faint veins coiled on the arrowhead, this is not for beauty, but a symbol of enchantment, that is to say, three layers of 6, a total of 18 shimmering magic arrows.

"This is an improvised arrow that was selected for you at your request, well, this is the light crossbow you wanted."

Bogret also saw Sim's appearance, and then proudly pointed to the crossbow that had just been placed on the counter, the whole body was black and shiny, the crossbow was powerful and powerful, the crossbow body was about an arm and a half long Chim, and the brass lock nut shimmered faintly, even in Chim's eyes, there was nothing to find fault with.

Sim simply put the bag containing all the gold coins on his body on the table, he didn't count them, but he thought that it was still not worth the value of this set of crossbow arrows, he thought about it, and planned to take off the ring on his hand

"That's enough, that's enough."

Old Bogre smiled and weighed the weight of the money bag, took it, and then put a small bag on the table, it was a very mini bag, maybe it was his limit to hold two apples, Sim saw the small bag, but sighed in his heart, really rich.

It is a very rare space magic prop, and it is also a necessary artifact for many time travel novels, the space storage bag, which was invented by the wizards of the Tour de France, and only a few people can afford to enjoy the high-end goods.

But Sim sighed even more, in the game, the player brings a 15-grid space backpack, especially after level 20, there is a task that can get a 25-grid large backpack, and at that time walking on the streets of Inruta, the ground is full of discarded space backpacks, and the store will not accept the things given by the system, so everyone is only still on the ground.

And I, after almost a year of mixing, actually got a small bag of 5 squares......

"No, Mr. Bergret, this money is not enough for this set of crossbow arrows, but I really don't have any extra money on me now......"

Chim quietly put away the pouch, and then continued to interpret his positive image with emotion

"I said it was enough, and that's enough, boy."

Old Bergerie cocked up his fingers and shook them twice, his thinning hair swaying triumphantly

"This is, investment?"

Chim smiled politely as a nobleman should be, which was also in line with Berglie's speculation about him, a noble child who came out to sharpen and had talent and knowledge, but maybe not enough money, and this also meant a great opportunity.

"Oh, it's just old Bergerie's kindness to you, if you think so, of course."

The two laughed in unison, and then Sim stood up and bowed to Berglie

"I will not forget what you have helped me, and when the time comes, it will be returned."

"Haha, that's a serious point."

Bogree couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, look, just a few thousand gold coins, I sold a young and talented heir of a big family had to change the favor, but this favor is not in a hurry to let him return it, the longer it drags on, the better, and the greater the favor, the better......

Before Berglie could continue to think in his heart, Sim said a little shyly with a gentle aristocratic smile

"But I still have some reluctant requests, and I hope you will listen to them, Mr. Borglie."

After a while, Mr. Borglie, looking at the storefront, which had been full of cabinets but now had a lot of goods missing, and seemed to be more and more lonely with a few goods left, his heart was full of joy that he had "made a profit".

And Sim walked out of the "Brass Libra" shop with a heavy body contented, his waist bag and all the places on his chest that could hold things bulged out, and it seemed that his whole body was heavy, and his shadow was bloated in the moonlight.

Venture capital thing, Simme thought to himself, awesome!