It's nightfall.

The sun sets completely in the boundless forest to the west, and the elven city is lit up with street lights, and the light of cool colors lingers among the spire-like buildings, full of dreamy atmosphere.

The streets were bustling with people, and in the dark alleys, a female loiterer panted and wrapped her arms around a priest.

Sha'er's wanderer was clad in tight leather armor, unconcerned that the arm was squeezing her chest. Mei'er is really tired, running all day, physically and mentally exhausted.

On the one hand, she was frightened by the pastor's spending money on the sweep. Looking back now, it seems that the light of gold coins still shines in front of me.

On the other hand, she traveled almost all over the city, shopping in a dozen hidden stores, large and small, and although she hired a horned deer sightseeing car, Mei'er's feet were still sore.

"No more down, right?" The expansion Dimension Bag in the Charr inventory space is full, but the backpack still has some slots.

There are indeed good things in the new city of Mystrono, in addition to those potions of extraordinary quality, the variety of scrolls is actually more abundant than that of the Cormier Imperial Capital. Charles was relieved to think about it, Misty Zono is also an elven city no matter how it is said, and after the elves who returned from Eternal Gathering Island regained their lost land, the once brilliant elven magic is also returning.

"Well, more than 300,000 gold coins were spent." Charles counted the amount of money in the backpack, and then looked at the bulging backpack space, and felt that this sweep was worth it.

"More than 300,000?" Charm rolled her eyes at him. Listening to the pastor's relaxed tone, she really wanted to rip off the pastor's purse bag and see how far this guy had got.

"Finally go to the trading house." Charles flipped through the information bar, and the system in front of him reminded him that the auction of the purple axe had long been over, and he needed to withdraw the money from the inventory as soon as possible.

Deer carts whizz down the neighborhood at night.

Ten minutes later, the transaction arrived, and Charles finally threw more than 10 gold coins to the half-elf coachman, which was considered a tip. smiled: "Fortunately." ”

"Have a great trip."

The young coachman took off his hat and drove away.

Letting Mei'er hold her arm, Charles ignored the faint smell of the woman's body fragrance in her nose and walked straight into the trading house to stand in front of the NPC.

Open the Transaction Lines panel.

It's a blank slate.

Everything has been sold, and the current amount of money in stock: 210223.

The final price of the purple axe was close to 200,000, and there were at least hundreds of different Warrior player IDs in the competition. This shows that there are quite a few local tyrant fighters in Comanso.

The one who caught the axe was a man with the ID name 'Skywalker. Bloodkill's human warriors. He left a message on the product message board: "Happy cooperation, next time you can contact me directly if you have any good things, and the price package is satisfactory to you." ”

People from the Skywalker Guild?

"Do you know a warrior named Skywalker Bloodkill?" Charles asked Mei'er.

"Of course, Komanso who doesn't know him, the head of the Skywalker Guild, the second on the level list, and the first on the current equipment rating list." Mei'er said casually, "Oh. By the way, he was still second in the equipment rating list a few days ago, and it is rumored that he spent a lot of money to add Ziwu, and then he overtook the top of the list. ”

"That's right......" Charles didn't say much, and said to 'Skywalker. The 'Bloodkill' ID was thrown to a friend to apply, and it didn't take a few seconds for the other party to agree.

Bite.

Soon a pigeon carrying a message landed on Charles's shoulder, took out the note, Skywalker. Bloodkill sent him an invitation, "Brother. How about having a meal and getting to know each other formally? ”

Charles crumpled the note and tried to ignore it, but the second pigeon came. The sender is listening to the wind in the night rain. He, Barasa, and a few other players who had played a quest today were waiting for them at an elven tavern.

"Exactly, Comanso second? Get acquainted and see what's so special. Charles sent a reply to Skywalker Bloodkill.

"Let's go, you lead the way, go to this tavern......" Charles turned to hand the letter from Night Rain to Mei'er, with the exact location written on it.

The House of Tree Gardens.

It is a high-end tavern near the center of the city. The atmosphere was quiet, and everyone asked for a private room, and invited a female elf bard to play on the side. During the banquet, the night rain listened to the wind and drank and chatted with Yapi and Totoru, one of the three of them was a holy warrior. One is a dwarf and the other is a snake man, each standing on a different camp, and the way they come together without conflict but talking and laughing is incredible.

But these faction confusion issues don't matter to players at all. Factions and beliefs do not severely restrict a player's behavior.

"Bang"

The box door opens, and Charles and Mei'er arrive together. Listening to the wind, Yeyu looked up and saw the female wanderer holding the priest's arm affectionately, her eyes rolled, and she joked: "Yo, there is another pair of single nobles missing?" ”

The eyes of the others were also full of playfulness. Especially the drow sorceress Ya who was sitting in the corner, covering her mouth and smiling lowly attracted attention.

But not only did Charles look as usual, but Sha'er's wanderers didn't bother to pay attention to this group of people, so they found Zhang Shu to sit down, hammered his thighs and complained: "I ran with that guy all day today, and I was half tired to death." ”

Charles sat down and said, "I'll be coming with a few friends from the Skywalker Guild later." ”

"Skywalker?" Owen, Totoru, Toothskin and the others all put down their glasses with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

“…… The people of Skywalker have always been very arrogant, and the last time we were in the Tree of Entanglement, didn't we meet a high-ranking Wanderer, look at his dragging ...... "Night Rain drank too much to listen to the wind, and his tongue was a little knotted.

Knock knock.

The Templar finished speaking, and there was a knock at the door.

"Here they are." Night Rain shrank her head when she heard the wind, and most of the wine suddenly woke up.

"I'll go." Charles himself left his seat to open the door, and a total of three players entered the box, two men and one woman, led by a two-meter-tall human warrior.

"Skywalker Bloodkill?" Charles shook his hand and smiled.

"It's me." With a friendly smile on his face, the human warrior introduced the male wanderer and female mage behind him, "Skywalker. Shadow Dagger, Skywalker. Sarah. ”

There was an exclamation from the wine table. Skywalker. Bloodkill is second on the rank list, that Skywalker. The Shadow Dagger is level 15, third on the level list, and Charr, Balasa, and Nightrain Listening Wind have seen this person in the Entangled Tree.

As for the half-elf female mage, who is eighth on both the rank list and the equipment rating list, she seems to be a goddess-level figure among many male players in Comanso.

"I don't need to introduce these people at ......the table," Charles shrugged and invited the three to take a seat.

"Mei'er?" After the Skywalker Shadow Dagger sat down, he first stared at the Wanderer Mei'er, revealing a smile that had been the same, "No wonder. With such a group of teammates, it's no wonder you were able to win the first pass of 'Juras Dungeon'. ”

"Hey!" Mei'er slapped the table and said angrily, "Are you trying to make fun of me relying on my teammates and paddling all the time?" ”

Shadow Dagger smiled and shut up.

The half-elf female mage Sara and the half-elf male mage Owen were staring at each other with big eyes and not convinced.

After Skywalker Bloodkill took his seat, he first swept around the many players at the table, and then directly faced the priest and thanked him, "This time it is thanks to you for selling that purple axe in time......"

As soon as he spoke, the private room fell into an eerie dead silence. (To be continued.) )