The guards at the city gate did not bother the few people of Acoste, and after handing over enough money to buy the road, they smoothly entered the interior of the Far Mountain City.

The Scarlet Frost Adventure Squad didn't pay much attention to the chic houses that lined the streets and the elegant surroundings. After they asked for the specific address of the Drunken Parrot Tavern, the group ran directly across half the city.

The tavern was filled with smoky miasma, the lobby was crowded with drunks who were lying on the tables and yelling, the air was filled with the disgusting smell of vomit mixed with alcohol, and several sleek, scantily dressed maids with thick foundations on their faces, trying to find some drunks who looked a little rich and not very sober, hoping to make some physical deals in their hands and make some extra money.

"Stinky boy, you stepped on Uncle Ben and didn't even say anything, are you looking for something!" Just as Acoste and a few people walked into the tavern and didn't know who to look for, a strong man with a scar on his face suddenly stood up and grabbed the half-elf's shoulder, and said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rascal, I didn't step on your foot in front of me, don't cause yourself some unnecessary trouble." Yacoste shook his shoulder lightly and broke away from the other party's big fan-like hand, Yacoste is a sword saint, he is sensitive to his body enough to be comparable to a warrior monk, has he stepped on such a thing as a person, he will not know?

He knew in his heart that this drunk man was just trying to do something, and the purpose was nothing more than coveting his own money or the beauty of Ling and the girls.

But. After such a long period of training, the mood of the half-elf has changed. He didn't want to entangle with ordinary people at all now, because the creatures he saw as equal to himself were no longer these people......

"What do you say? Ha ha. What did you hear this stinky boy tell me? He told me not to trouble myself? "There are always some blind creatures in the world, and the big man is obviously one of them, and he reached out again to grab Acoste's thin shoulder, and this time he obviously used his strength, and a bone clattering sound appeared in the tavern.

"Orumba, kill this kid and show these outsiders your butcher's name."

"Those girls are good. You can't enjoy that much alone, remember to give us a few to try! “

A few people who seemed to be his accomplices were heckling, others watching it all with indifference. Some even put their hands on their waists, not knowing what to do.

"Click!" There was another crisp sound of bones misaligned, but to the surprise of the others, the thin half-elf stood there with an indifferent expression, but instead grabbed someone's shoulder, Orumba showed a painful expression, clutched his wrists and rolled on the ground screaming.

"I repeat, my friend and I have no ill intentions, we just came here to do a business, don't force me to do it!" Acoste couldn't help frowning when he saw a few people nearby who seemed to pick up wine bottles and wanted to step forward, and an invisible momentum like a sword coming out of its sheath emanated from around him. Several drunken men near the half-elves fell from their chairs in an instant, and the empty wine glasses on the table broke silently.

Acoste really didn't want to cause a big commotion here to attract attention, after all, they had come to Far Mountain City to steal......

"It turned out to be a guest from afar. Then please be inside. "Just as mass chaos was about to break out in the lobby of the tavern, two men in white chef's suits suddenly walked out of the crowd. I don't know what kind of magic the two men had, but the moment they appeared, the entire noisy tavern suddenly became quiet.

"Good. Lead the way. Acoster's eyes froze. The two men who looked like they were just bartenders were mid-level professionals, and it seemed that the tavern called the Drunken Parrot was not as simple as it looked like it was......

The two bartenders led Acoste through the lobby. Inside a secluded room, the walls seem to have some special soundproofing. As soon as they closed the door, the half-elves seemed to be in another secluded space.

"What kind of deal do you want to make, if it's barter, please give me a taste of the quality of the item." An old man with gray hair sat on a chair across the table, and when he saw Acoste and a few people enter, he lifted his eyes and spoke.

"This is the material we use to trade, are you still satisfied?" The half-elf smiled and took out a bucket of blood contained in a special vessel from the space bag, and as soon as Yacoste twisted the cap of the bottle, the bright red liquid inside suddenly boiled, and at the same time exuded a suffocating momentum, which was the blood flowing from the black dragon Kashrktro.

Although this blood is no longer new, it has remained active as a part of the legendary dragon's body......

"Yes, you've passed the test. It's valuable, so what do you want to trade? The old man glanced greedily at the contents of the bottle, and the coercion did not affect him in the slightest.

"This is what we want, you are on the black market here, it shouldn't be difficult for you to get these things." The half-elf got up and handed over a note full of words, and the old man couldn't help but frown when he saw it......

Wyvern's venom, magic claws, hammer sticks, silver moon grass, wolf mane...... These materials are not common, but they are not rare to the point of being unparalleled in the world, and the value of all the materials together is definitely not as high as the blood value of the pure-blooded dragon, which the old man can guarantee.

However, as a knowledgeable appraiser, the old man knew very well what these materials were for, not to mention the venom, flying claws and sticks, those materials were either used to reconcile invisibility potions or used to cast silent prayers, without a trace, what did those people want to do, did they want to sneak into the house of a certain nobleman and steal things?

"You ......"

"Quiet, old man, you should have your own rules for doing this, don't ask so many reasons, it's not good for you." Acoste hung his feet on the table and posed as a tugg.

"Just tell us if you're going to make the deal or not......" (To be continued.) )