Star Island doesn't care where you come from, as long as you come to the island, you are a student on Star Island.

Focos walked to the bazaar, which was guarded in the dark, and they crouched at the goods covered with dust cloths for the night.

"Hey, who are you?"

Someone threw the rotten cabbage at him, and Focos picked up his bangs and kicked the cabbage open, ignoring the curious people.

Focos went from memory all the way to the depths of the market.

Last month, the market had been smelling of rotting vegetables and fruits due to the hot and humid temperatures of Star Island, but now that the temperature has dropped, Focos can faintly smell the vegetables waiting to be processed.

He stepped on the rotten leaf, and Focos stomped his foot to shake it off.

He dared to bet that someone would be willing to pay a high price for those pair of fan earrings.

You ask who Focos is, he is a student of the Northwest Territory of the Continent, and the north of the Iron Sand Continent and the west of the snow-topped forest form a junction area.

Because it is located at the junction of two powerful guild territories, the eyes of the outcasts, gray workers, and eagle and dog factions are entrenched in that three-no zone.

The guild's hunters prefer to call that place "Skylight Ruins".

Shambhala mentioned in the knockout round that the northern students in the next work refer to the students from the area north of Modu.

In the depths of the market, it used to be the room where the doorman was on duty during the day, and the doorman was off duty when the market closed at night.

This unoccupied duty room attracts people from all walks of life to gather here.

Focos took out a rubber band to tie his bangs together, revealing his face when he actually dealt with outsiders, and the crowd would only remember his thick Iron Curtain bangs when he was hidden in the crowd.

Focos has a thin scratch on the side of his face, and his bangs are designed to block this striking scratch.

"Who are you?"

There were guards in the doorman's room, and there was a light leaking through the crack in the door, and they blocked the way of Focos.

"Groom."

The original meaning of the black word of the groom in Tianguang Market was to refer to the coachman who sent the fat powder woman to the workplace safely, but in this sentence, it actually means a packer.

The person who brings something is a groom in this sentence.

"Where's the stuff?"

In addition to the rich area, the area where the two guilds hold each other hostage presents an extreme economic situation.

The guilds south of Modu get along relatively harmoniously, while the small guilds sandwiched between the two big guilds are in dire straits due to the conflicting interests in the north of Modu.

Focos took an earring and raised it in front of the visitors, and the students who do this kind of thing are either born with unclean hands and feet, or they are forced by life to become a seller.

Focos belongs to the former, learning to speak in his hometown is tantamount to learning to lie, and can walk even with classmates pickpocketing.

In that environment, everything went naturally.

Focos opened the door to the room, and there were many people in the room, all of whom were unknown students during the day on Sing Tao.

"Line up, it's your turn to speak."

The gatekeeper pointed to the long line inside, with Focos at the end of the line, a scene that always reminded him of helping people smuggle Namzhu in his childhood.

They will swallow the sheep intestines stuffed with Nanzhu, and then vomit back when they arrive at the delivery location.

In Tianguang Ruin, as long as the person who gives money will rush to do anything, it is really a bastard place.

Focos looked at the room boredly in the queue, and he didn't know how this hidden base came about.

He also heard from people, so he came here with his stuff to try his luck.

Who on this island would dare to take such tricky things, Focos stared at his tiptoes.

The student with the prefix 0 has a lot of background, and he knows that the house he stole must be some noble figure of the family.

If he hadn't been in a hurry, he would have looked at the house number of the dormitory, and the valuable things were not a little, but a lot.

Since they are people with noble blood, how can they care about this money flowing from their fingers, Focos smiled faintly.

He remembered that he had stolen it from the upper floor, and that the owner of the room on the third floor was very strict, and from the notes of the book he had opened, it could be seen that each of his letters was framed and angular.

A man who writes this font must be a woman's nightmare, he can't say love words, and what he does best is to destroy all the opposite sex who fantasize about him with his rational and mean thinking.

Focos bets that if the owner of this font is unfortunate enough to be a woman, she could challenge for the recently elected Dream Sage.

What he means is that this kind of woman should not be buried in a mediocre family marriage, she can definitely rule over good men, laughs.

As for the one on the second floor, he had a drawer of expensive women's jewelry, and Phocos suddenly couldn't tell if it was him or her.

Rich people always have quirks that they don't have.

"Next."

Before he knew it, the number of people in front of Fokos was decreasing, and Fokos took a step forward and saw the corner of the table.

"Pawn or pawn."

Fox's gaze moved all the way up, and he saw a pair of boots with three nails embedded in the bottom, which is characteristic of northerners.

To be honest, Focos was afraid of northerners, and that's the fear gene that is in his bloodline.

The northerners are tall and bloodthirsty, and the people in the northwest who really control the lifeblood of Tianguangxu are the people from the north, and he has always had the fear of being ruled by the organization in the north in his childhood.

Focos looked up to see a blonde man playing with his slender braids in all sorts of boredom.

Men have very pale skin, which is a peculiar pale complexion of northerners, and the summers in the north are very short, unlike the south region, which has little sunshine and a long rainy season, and the climate is very humid, and the north is very dry.

The skin of all northerners is coarse, women have chicken skin, and men have fruity skin that is as dry as tree bark.

"Can I be?"

"Of course you can."

Hanan hooked his hand and motioned for the next person to bring up what he was supposed to be.

Focos didn't have time to pay attention to the man's good-looking eyes, and handing over the stolen goods was always a moment that scared him, even if he had been a pickpocket for so long.

The first is afraid of not collecting, and the second is afraid that it is not worth much.

How did Hanan cross half of the human continent to Shambhala to check the isolated Star Island?

Haha, here is a very small thing to throw bricks and lead to the mystery of the hunter's ability.

Remember that the ability of Barcellus, the Lord of the West, was a prophecy, and the prophecy was only one of his twelve abilities.

Barcellus has the highest number of abilities among Changeling Hunters.

Mages have their own traditional schools of law, and they can also learn from other schools of law the day after tomorrow, but hunters are different.

The hunter's anomaly is karma, and before they awakened their abilities, they were ordinary mortals who experienced different lives, and the "cause" was transformed into "karma".

Hunters' abilities are life projections of their characters.

How amazing and gorgeous things have been, how beautiful and colorful the ability is, this is the ability of the hunter.

Hanan was teleported to the island by Jonami's subordinates, and Hanan stayed on the island for a few days a month, unaware.

Shambhala is good at spouting, but hunters are also good at hiding.

Mai San couldn't control the outflow of his breath, so he was an unruly hunter, and Hanan was more than a little bit better than Mai San.

For many years, the eagle and the hound have been obsessed with this game of chasing me, and the Sage Tower is watching the hunters, and the hunters are watching you.

Hanan didn't know what the president was thinking, but he obeyed the president's arrangement.

Treat it as if this is a mandatory vacation given to him by Jonami every month, and I have to say that the climate in Star Island is really comfortable.

Ever since the president shared his prophecy, Hanan has always tried to overturn it, which may be a rebellion in a man's bones.

But in the end, Hanan had to admit that he might have lived a few more years in this mild climate, which only existed in the south.

"The first time I saw it, pairs of earrings were separated, are you really so cautious? Only take one with you when you go out, and there is one at the bottom of the box when you encounter an accident. ”

Hanan picked up the curl of the fan-shaped earrings, took it to his teeth and bit it gently.

Gold is soft, so gold is also called soft gold.

"People don't know when they need money more."

Focos was considering whether to sell the fan-shaped earrings in pairs, and to be honest, he just wanted to find out how much the fan-shaped earrings could be exchanged for.

A single sale will definitely be underpriced.

Hanan chose the position of the curl and bit it, testing the malleability of the metal, which was completely harmless.

"Let's think about a couple."

Hanan looked at the earrings, this kind of simulated folding fan texture is like the handwriting of the south, the south likes delicate and small things, and they like the north to be rich.

The gold armband, with the thickness of the baby's palm, is the favorite accessory of the northern nouveau riche.

"It depends on what price you can offer, they come from a drawer of a family that is worth a lot of money."

Focos pulled out another fan, and a pair of fans shook in his hands.

Focos wants to raise the price.

"That's just soft gold, I'll only buy it from you at the original price of the soft gold circulating in the market. Besides"

Hanan crossed his legs

"The fan is broken, and it deserves to be lowered."

Focos saw the man who was playing with the braid throw it behind him, and his left cheek bulged out, presumably licking the tiger's teeth.

"I remember the location, he has a lot of beautiful jewelry that I can bring in the coming days."

Focos put fan earrings on the table, something that wasn't his own, and they pickpockets often demanded a better price.

Greed is also a part of human nature.

"Don't talk empty words, how much can you offer? Twenty pairs, or thirty pairs? Jewelry like this kind of workmanship is the only one we can swallow. ”

Hanan put away the fan earrings, this exquisite little ornament, which is not in circulation on the market, must be from the children of the great family.

The items of the ten major families are only allowed to be kept and bought by the Hunter Guild.

"Twenty pairs, there aren't many such jewelry in the entire Star Island."

Phocos's hanging hands touched at some point, his fingers spinning in circles.

"If you can get thirty pairs or more, I'll raise the price of each pair a little more."

Hanan took out the silver leaf, the price of Xingdao is very bizarre, and the amount on the ground is completely incompatible.

So, in order to cope with this rare situation, gold and silver leaves appeared.

"Twenty pairs, I don't want to provoke those who can't afford to mess with."

Focos thought about it for a while, after all, money is something outside of his body, anyway, he gets it for nothing, so don't be so greedy and chew too much.

"Okay."

Hanan counted some silver leaves for him, and just as Fokos was about to leave, Hanan handed him a gold leaf.

"I'll be here in the middle of every month, and when I see the gold leaf, I'll remember that you still owe me nineteen."

Focos looked at Hanan with a small smile and nodded.

Probably as a pickpocket, Focos will only keep two things in mind, money and the promise to buy up the bits and pieces of his hand.

Hanan's self-proclaimed voice was strange, and Fokos walked outside the market and vaguely remembered that Hanan sometimes referred to himself as "Master".

What a magical character, Phocos shook his head and sighed.

He put down his bangs when he left, and now he is isolated from the world again.