For some reason, the man who sent someone to attack Turner and paid people to attack Whitebeard in the universe suddenly died down, and no matter what method Turner used, he couldn't lure him to attack again, as if there was no such person in the first place.

Since there was no way to start from this aspect, Turner simply stopped thinking about it, and life seemed to be back on a normal track, and after teaching the dog several basic parts to make zuò and assemble, Turner drove him to practice making zuò pistols by the way, the materials were sufficient, Whitebeard met with Sasabian, and made an agreement to provide 30 standard MKK63 energy pistols every day.

Turner himself went to the free trade market again, and this time he didn't take those shortcuts, so naturally no one could stop him halfway.

There are many free trade markets like this in the entire dark star, but most of them are used by those merchants, chambers of commerce or other teams to dump their goods, unlike this one, except for a few small teams that are stationed, most of them are individual stalls.

This kind of people, in Bermuda's survival mode is more special, a bit similar to the relationship between vines and trees in nature, because they do not have their own spaceship, they often choose to temporarily anchor under the name of certain teams, and after paying a certain amount of money, they get the right to follow these teams' spaceships to go out.

This kind of people are very picky about the selection of the outgoing team, they will not choose the kind of cosmic scavenging group, the kind of team of spaceships wander in the universe all year round, by recovering all kinds of wreckage and relics for a living, they can't get any benefits from it, so they choose the smuggling team to other galaxies or the adventure team to some uninhabited planets.

Therefore, people like them often have some special goods in their hands.

Turner entered the market and did not immediately go to the stalls with the items he needed, this kind of market is very mobile, the people and stalls change almost every day, and even if Turner went to the stalls in his memory, there was a 99% chance that he would not find what he was looking for.

If you want to get good things in such a market, the most important thing is a shopping word, and Turner, who doesn't know how many times he has visited the market in his previous life, has already understood the essence of this, entered the market, and walked all the way.

There are also skills in shopping, if you don't know anything and really look at one stall at a time, you may not be able to visit one of the floors of this two-story market in a whole day.

Of course Turner wouldn't, with all the years he'd been immersed in the pile of materials, and almost more than 90% of the stuff here could be identified with just a glance, so there were very few things he really needed to identify, like the one in front of him.

Looking at the egg-sized piece of metal with a silver sheen in his hand, Turner's heart was full of surprise, he didn't expect to come across such a good thing after just visiting a few stalls.

Of all the ordinary types of metal, there are no less than 15 kinds of metals with such luster, and none of them will be like this piece of metal, on the silver surface, mixed with red and black particles, the particles are very small, and very few, it is easy to be mistaken as an impurity, but Turner certainly does not think so.

Seeing this small piece of dissimilar metal called Accord Metal, Turner seemed to have seen his alloy dagger become tougher and sharper!

"Brother, how much is this Pla silver?" I was happy in my heart, but I didn't show it at all on the surface, and asked the stall owner very casually.

"What Pla Silver, friend, you are taking a closer look, this is a piece of Sinking Star Silver!" The stall owner said angrily, but from his inconspicuous expression of the hollow heart, he himself was not sure what the metal was, so he simply sold it as the most valuable of the similar symbols.

Turner laughed secretly in his heart, although Shen Xingyin was already the most valuable of those metals, but it was not known how many times worse than the rare metal like Accord, with the huge amount of money from selling the escape pod and the subsequent sale of energy pistols, Turner didn't bother to fight with him, and gave the money according to the price of Shen Xingyin, and pocketed the Accord metal.

Compared to the few things Turner wanted, this Accord metal was just a surprise, as if it was really just a piece of Sinking Star Silver, which Turner casually threw into his pocket and continued to walk down.

After visiting more than 20 stalls in a row, Turner finally saw the first thing he had planned.

A clock-like object, except for the two more hands on the dial than the average watch, there is nothing else different, with Turner's ability to discern, you must also take it to your hand and play with it before you can confirm it.

What is also important is the material used to make it and the process used to make it, which is the Mal metal, a rare metal with an extremely soft texture and strong ductility, which has never been made into any parts and appliances by humans due to its texture.

However, what this human race could not do was done by an alien race, and this clock is the perfect embodiment of the superb skills of that alien race.

Each part of the delicate movement is made of Maar metal, which perfectly retains the original softness and ductility of the metal, while still maintaining its function as a part.

Turner pretended to observe the object carefully, opened the dial, stretched out a finger and pressed the delicate and complex watch movement, the whole watch movement was immediately pressed into a deep depression, raised his finger, the whole watch movement immediately returned to its original state, as if it was not subjected to any external force at all, and then looked at the hands on the dial, even if Turner pressed without a single pause, he still walked extremely accurately.

It is common knowledge that such an intricately constructed device can be easily damaged once it is subjected to a large enough external force, but the movement of the clock in front of you completely breaks this common sense!

"Boss, do you still have such a clock here? This little thing looks very pleasing, and I want to buy a few more to give back to my relatives' children. Turner asked the stall owner holding the clock in his hand.

"Well, that's what I found from a ruin with an adventuring team, and I found such a broken thing after searching through the entire ruins, and there are not many more, if you like it, take it cheaper." The stall owner waved his hand.

"That's it, then I don't know if you can tell me which ruins I am, and I'll go around when I'm going to do it." Turner pulled out the card and continued to ask.

"It's a planet close to the Oppenheimer system of the Federation of Queiroz, I can't remember the specific coordinates, I just remember that it was in the straight orbit of the dark star to Oppenheimer 4, I advise you not to go, that is a dead planet, there is nothing but that ruin, and the ruins have not been explored many times, and there is not even a single hair." The boss didn't hide it, and told Turner everything he knew.

Turner said no more, put away his things, thanked the stall owner again, and got up to leave.