The leader of the caravan was an old man, but this old man did not look simple - anyone who saw an old man with a white beard and white robe carrying a long sword but carrying an obvious magic staff would definitely be an old swordsman who would shout a good flash. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But even such a strongman still raised his vigilance when he saw the figure waving his hand and sticking out his thumb on the road.

The fact that he could be alone without him—at least the man who now appears to be alone through the Karin Desert, though not yet out of it—can be judged by the direction, and such a man is by no means a good man. The Kalin Desert is no ordinary desert, not only with hordes of blue dragons, but also with countless desert monsters, even desert ogres or sand giants, and sometimes you can even see evil monsters like the Sphinx. Such men are definitely guys with all their abilities, and most of them are from unknown backgrounds.....

Claudius made a hitchhiker, and the leader of the caravan would never have thought that this man was actually a dragon, and it was all due to the fact that Hell Island was more inclined to the north of the Kalin Desert, and Claudius actually walked a long, long desert road as soon as he was thrown. As the caravan began to approach the man, the leader became more vigilant. The slightly strangely dressed man had no weapons on him, and his luggage was nothing but a suitcase, let alone a mount. And the man's clothes were a bit out of place - it was clear that the clothes he was wearing were not suited to the desert sun, but the fact that the guy didn't feel uncomfortable or looked like he had lost his mount all the way was definitely a wake-up call.

"Are you a mage? Mr. The old swordsman who took the lead asked, "After all, it must be the strong or the lucky ones who want to walk through this desert safely, and with all due respect, you don't look like a mighty warrior, sir." ”

"Didn't expect I wasn't a fighter anymore? I'm still a chuck Norris's **human face! It stands to reason that you should be shocked at first glance and think that Lao Tzu is a generation of cattle? Claudius thought so, but when he spoke, he was, "Aha, I'm actually the lucky type." And I'm also a magic merchant...... That's right, sir, I'm a magic merchant. Claudius pulled a jug out of the pocket of his trench coat, unscrewed the lid and took a nice sip of ice water—one of Minerva's luxury travel kits, endless drinking jugs. This magic prop can choose to switch between one drink every eight hours, while providing up to one ton of drink over the course of eight hours...... As for the types of drinks, "Rum, ice water, vodka, and honey water are actually divided into hot and cold water, and coffee is also available, and hot tea can also be served..... It can offer seven different drinks, but where does it come from? I'll have to ask Minerva next time. But she should also sell a simplified version of this thing? But this one is not made of Mithril but of silver - no, it is actually a silver case with a silver case embedded in it...... "Of course, Claudius took out this magic item to prove his identity, and when he took it, the caravan leader also saw the space bag in the pocket of his trench coat.

This is all one of the proofs of the magic merchant...... The caravan itself had a few space bags as necessary items, which were stored with high-priced goods, so the leader was now a little more convinced of Claudius's merchant claim - at least he could tell that the space bag with the Mithril thread and the silver kettle prop were not cheap goods that could be bought for only a few hundred or thousands of gold coins. The person who has such a prop is by no means an ordinary person.

"Magic Merchant, sir, you can call me Calvin, that's what my friends call me. What should you call it? Calvin, the leader of the caravan, said. You can call me Nero. Claudius thought for a moment and replied, "I'm sorry I seem to be walking a little slowly and a little tired, can you give me a camel to walk?" I can pay for the rental. ”

Of course, such a request will be satisfied, although it is difficult to see through and judge Claudius's tendency, but as a businessman, he is never willing to be a villain, and Calvin is also confident in his own strength, thinking that he can take this risk, not to mention that he also wants to be able to do some profitable business with this "merchant" who obviously has high-level space props.

Claudius was glad that Calvin had lent him a camel, and in general Red Dragon felt that his negotiating skills were quite good. Even if you don't use violence, you can achieve your own goals - "If it were Brittany, she would probably do it, right?" He thought so, and then took five gold coins from the inside pocket of his coat and gave them to Calvin as the cost of renting a camel. In fact, this is a far higher cost than normal, enough to buy two camels, which strengthens Calvin's excuse for believing that this guy in front of him is not a "businessman" he claims to be, "Magic is real, businessmen are mostly fake, does such a generous businessman exist?" "That's Calvin's idea.

Claudius, who climbed on the camel, felt that the pocket was not very comfortable, and his pocket was bulging. So he took out this space bag, "Hell, I said a long time ago that it's not good to make a space ring or something?" It's beautiful and convenient, but I still use a space bag, which is really troublesome. Then he remembered that Minerva had told him that the space bag was far larger than the space ring and the space necklace, of course, of the ordinary type. The small leather pouch had a metal shrink lock made of Mithril, which could hold about ten cubic meters of content, and of course there were boxes of bullets stuffed inside, and the magic stone that Minerva had put in it, and it seemed to be something that could do something - what Claudius had forgotten what it was doing.

The red dragon looked at the space bag in his hand and thought about it, but he didn't notice Calvin who was observing him with his peripheral vision in front of him, in fact, many people in the caravan were paying attention to his movements. Claudius opened the suitcase and stuffed the pouch into it, and of course he slipped it into the hitch on the side of the camel, took the pistol out of his armpit and began to play with it.

Faeron has similar weapons, of course, this is mainly a part of the dwarves designed gadgets, toys that use steam to shoot lead bullets, and can only be used to beat rabbits. However, such a thing is very similar to Claudius's pistol in some aspects, and it has a pipe and trigger anyway, so experienced adventurers can naturally roughly judge what it is. "It turned out to be such a weapon." This was Calvin's idea, and he could feel the flow of magic from this gun, "Magic weapon, that's not surprising at all. ”