Berego smelled something bad, and there seemed to be malice hidden in Brent's smile. He frowned slightly, staring at Brent with a sharp look in his eyes, like a sharp arrow.

"Are your ears deaf? I was talking to you just now, asking you to leave with these three gold coins, why are you still here? I don't want to say the same thing a second time. Brent laughed.

"I'm not deaf, I've heard everything you said, but I can't leave yet, because the price I negotiated with the appraiser was nine gold coins, not just three." Berego frowned.

"That appraiser's vision is too bad, the appraisal is wrong, this fur is badly damaged, it is not worth nine gold coins at all, and three gold coins is already the limit."

"You don't fool me, this rare fur, even if it is damaged, is worth a lot more than three gold coins!"

"Hehe, in this room, it's up to me how much something is worth. I said that this fur is worth three gold coins, then it is worth three gold coins. I advise you to take these three gold coins and leave, and if you mess with me again, be careful that my friend Sharod is not kind to you. Brent smiled and pursed his lips.

The man sitting opposite him turned his head slightly and looked at Berego, his eyes indifferent, like a frozen lake in winter. At his side, the longsword that stabbed into the ground made a strange crackling sound again.

From the man, who was named Sharod, Berego felt a chilling sense of danger, as if someone had put a sword around his neck. This is the first time he has encountered this feeling, and he has never experienced this feeling when facing the Weasel King before.

"Gollum ......" Bereg's Adam's apple moved, and the fierceness on his face gradually subsided as if the flame had been extinguished, and reason told him that it was better not to turn against the two in front of him now.

Previously, he had taken a fancy to the size of the consignment shop, which was why he had brought the Weasel King's fur to sell here, but now it seems that this is really the wrong choice. Just because your store is big doesn't mean it's reputable.

"Boss Brent, in order to kill this Weasel King, my adventuring party sacrificed several people, and this fur can be said to have been bought with blood. The money from the sale of the furs does not go into my pocket, but is used to pay for the settlement of several victims. Please also see that in this part, the adults have a large amount, give me the full amount of money, so that I can go back and have an explanation. You have a lot of money in your pocket, you must not care about these gold coins, why bother me with such a small person? Berego lowered his posture and persuaded him with kind words.

"It's really sympathetic to what happened to those who were killed, but this is a place where I do business, and it's about fair trade, not a welfare home. No matter how pitiful you say, I won't change my mind. Brent's smile was a little more cold, and he looked extremely cruel, "There are two choices in front of you now, one is to get out of the box with three gold coins, and the other is to get out of the box empty-handed, you can choose for yourself." ”

"You profiteer! your three gold coins, I'm not selling this fur! Berego was furious, his eyes widened, and he walked quickly to the wall where the Weasel King's fur was hanging, reaching out to take it off.

At this moment, Sharod, who had a grim expression, suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand as fast as lightning, grasped the hilt of the sword beside him, and drew the long sword that crackled with a clattering sound.

The sword appeared, and a flash of light immediately flashed in the room, as if lightning struck. I saw that there were several electric arcs on the body of the sword, and the strange crackling sound was made by the arc.

This turned out to be an electrified sword!

Sharod raised his sword and landed with great speed, and when he saw a flash of lightning, he put the charged blade on Berego's neck.

The arc of electricity pierced through his clothes and into his skin, causing Berego to tingle and stop his movements.

"You?" Berego turned his head sideways and looked in surprise at Sharod behind him, who was faster than he had imagined.

"It's not a good habit to show your back to the enemy, so be careful next time." Sharod spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse and cold, as if a file was rubbing against snow and ice. His palm suddenly exerted force, and the arc of electricity on the sword body instantly intensified, turning into several electric snakes and rushing into Berego's body!

Berego screamed, trembled violently with electricity, passed out, and fell to the ground.

Brent got up with a smile and walked all the way to Berego, looking condescendingly at the unconscious elven archer.

"The price of elven slaves is very high, and recently there happened to be a few rich women who wanted to buy elven male ** from me, grabbed him, threw him in the dungeon, and sold him if he met a suitable buyer. If it works properly, he will sell for more than this Weasel King fur, and we have made a small fortune this time. Brent laughed greedily.

"He seems to have some skills, remember to clean him up before selling, so as not to hurt the buyer." Sharod retracted the arc of the sword, returned it to its sheath, and wore it at his waist.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll let someone 'clean up' him well." Brent bites the word pack hard.

Berego lay on the ground, his eyes closed, his blond hair scorched from the electric shock, emitting a burning smell.

He had no idea what kind of danger he had fallen into.

……

Anrui and Shafi walked out of the door of the trading floor, away from the noisy environment, and onto the bustling street. The two had just made a deal inside and bought something.

"After fishing for so many days, I finally saved enough money to buy this thing." An Rui took a deep breath, lifted a small bag in his hand, shook it three times, and a satisfied smile bloomed on his face.

"This kind of 'anti-lightning fruit' is really expensive enough, and it has spent all the money we have earned in the past few days." Shafi glanced at the bulging bag and stuck out her tongue.

"If we hadn't haggled with the sellers, we would have spent more money. Fortunately, it is worth the money to buy this 'anti-lightning fruit', and it will soon come in handy. ”

"Do you have to use this anti-lightning fruit to deal with the Thundering Demon Tree?"

"Yes, it has to be. The Thundering Demon Tree is the second material we need to collect, and the keel made from this tree will be very strong, even if the cannonballs will not stop. However, this tree is too difficult to deal with, it can introduce thunder and lightning into its body during thunderstorms, store it, nourish it on the spot, and if it encounters danger, it can also use the stored thunder and lightning to hurt people. What's even worse is that the Thundering Demon Tree is a living tree that can walk around. It's quite difficult to take out this demon tree, and even if the two of us join forces, we won't be completely sure. Anrui shook the bag in his hand again, "So we need this." ”

"The seller just said that after eating the anti-lightning fruit, it can resist lightning, even if it is struck by lightning, it will be fine. After we eat the anti-thunder fruit, we don't have to be afraid of the thundering demon tree anymore, right? Shafi speculated.

"Yes, as long as we eat this strange fruit, that Thundering Demon Tree is not to be afraid, even if it splits us with thunder and lightning, we will not be too damaged, at least not in danger of life." An Rui touched his chin and thought, "We are well prepared, and we can set off at any time to defeat the Thundering Demon Tree." Let's talk to Berego today. If he has time, he will take him with him. We're in the same boat now, and we should talk a lot, and his bow and arrows should be of help in battle. ”

"Okay. I would like to see him again. Shafi smiled.

"Last time in the tavern, he told me his address, let's go over now." An Rui paused, thought about the location of the address, changed the direction of his head, and walked over with Shafi.

The place where Berego lives is a treehouse area, located on the edge of Iron Cannon Harbor, where many elves choose to live.

In ancient times, the elves called themselves the children of the forest, and they have always lived in the forest, in tree houses, and this habit has not changed to this day. Many towns have treehouse areas for the elves in the city to live in.

The area of this treehouse area is not very large, and there are more than 30 large trees as far as the eye can see, and each tree will have one or two treehouses, which are quite sturdy and dotted with vines.

Each tree has a house number on it, and the name of the owner of the house is engraved on it. With this, Anrui easily found Bereg's home.

The treehouse is built with a sinuous wooden ladder that runs from the doorway to the ground, with two twists in the middle, and beautifully carved handrails on either side.

An Rui followed the ladder to the door of the treehouse and knocked lightly on the door a few times.

There was no response from the door, and the room was quiet.

"It looks like there's no one at home." Shrugged, took pen and paper from his body, and wrote a note for Berego to stick to the door, informing him that he had been here.

A neighbor appeared to hear a knock on the door, opened the door and walked out. Like most of the residents here, he is also an elf, but he is old, a middle-aged uncle, a little less handsome than a young elf, and a little more mature.

"Are you here to find Berego?" The elf uncle stood in front of his house and asked in a loud voice at the treehouse where An Rui was.

"Yes, sir." An Rui looked over and nodded in reply.

"Berego's kid hasn't been back for days, so he's probably going on another adventure."

"He hasn't been back in days?" As soon as An Rui heard this, his brows immediately furrowed, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

Berego and Anrui have just reached a consensus and agreed to go to sea together. Coupled with the fact that Berego has to deal with the aftermath of several deceased, it stands to reason that he should stay at home these days and not wander around.

"Yes, he hasn't been back for days." The middle-aged elf looked up and thought about it, and seemed to catch some memories out of the air, "It's about six days, maybe seven days, and when he went out that day, I happened to meet him and asked him where he was going." He said that he would go to the fair name of consignment and ask if the consignment had been sold. I haven't seen him back since then. ”

Fair name consignment shop!

This word was like a lightning bolt, quickly slicing through An Rui's heart, amplifying the premonition of bad luck in his heart. He knew very well the details of the so-called fair consignment house, which was run by a profiteer, and secretly specialized in some unethical activities, such as forced buying and selling, and reselling slaves.

Berego's absence a few days ago probably has something to do with the fair name of the consignment house.

Anrui felt a little insecure when Berego claimed that he was selling his furs to a fair consignment house, but now his fears have come true.

"It's a little bit bad." An Rui kept his face calm and muttered in a low voice.

"Something must have happened to that kid Beregor, right?" The middle-aged elf asked with a little worry.

"It's possible." An Rui came back to his senses and nodded in acknowledgement, "But don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of this matter, and I'll definitely try to help Berego if he's in trouble." ”

"You're so kind to him, it seems like you're pretty good friends."

"I'm not just his friend, I'm also his captain." Ann Rui said.