The occult merchant who set up the stall had already raised his head when the customer appeared, and the face of the unrecognizable age was full of the dust of the journey, and when he heard Aldrich Triss's words, his cloudy eyes became clear, and his joy was naturally revealed.

Clasped his fingers to count, and found that it was not enough, and even used his own toes, but unfortunately it still didn't work. Realizing that his behavior was a little indecent, he showed an embarrassed and twisted look, and blamed himself for not estimating the total price of the goods he was selling.

The Virtue Knight first picked up a broken horn from the stall, and the nameplate marked the key to the Minotaur Labyrinth, thinking that it was a strange thing from the Labyrinth Tree World, and estimated that its effect might be a copy of a monster's lair under the group.

"We price each piece, so it shouldn't be hard for you. How much does it cost?"

The Mystic Merchant was a little embarrassed, he didn't know the value of the broken horn, and suddenly remembered the legend of a certain former sage, so he raised the index finger of his right hand tremblingly.

"Ten gold coins, a little expensive, but the potential value is very good, very reasonable. ”

Aldrich Triss reached into his bosom and pulled out a handful of precious metal coins unique to the grotesque world through the zippered pocket, counted ten of them, and handed them to the mystical merchant with a delighted expression.

Despite earning more than he had imagined, as a semi-professional merchant, he took out a palm-sized scale, placed delicate weights, and weighed the weight of the grotesque coins.

The Mystic Merchant was pleased with the slight tilting of one end of the weight, and then tested the fineness of the gold coins with a water-filled measuring cup, which was similar to the currency of the "Jungle" system he owned.

Aldrich Triss saw this scene in front of him and remembered the interesting story of Archimedes, one of the two virtues, who discovered the law of buoyancy.

After the Mystic Merchant determined that the currencies of both sides could be used in common, the Virtue Knight drowned him in a sea of happiness with his bottomless gold inventory.

The rusty scimitar, the legend of the Forty Thieves, is comparable to a dragon's treasure trove, and although it is full of blood-stained stolen goods, perhaps there is a dragon sleeping inside.

Aldrich Triss spoke highly of this, and happily gave him a hundred gold coins, which made the Mystic Merchant tremble with joy.

There was also a worn-out compass that had no purpose of pointing the way, but when the Virtue Knight opened the lid of the box, he found that the pointer pointed to three strange eggs on the floor, and he immediately understood its function.

An obsidian statue the size of a palm, with a wolf's head and a human body, the faint sound of spiritual breathing could be heard from it, and it was estimated that only Aldrich Tris could hear it, and it was bought with a gold coin.

The bits and pieces of scabbards, music boxes, crystal balls, and glass bottles with thin spouts were all accepted by the Virtue Knight for a gold coin, and finally it was the turn of the goods he really wanted, and since the broken horn and rusty scimitar had been sold for a good price, the Mystic Merchant sold three strange eggs for ten gold coins.

After successfully selling all the goods, the fortune of the long journey to the town of the Grotesque receives more than expected returns, and the unaware age of the mystic merchant prepares to close the stall and purchase some special souvenirs in the town of the strange to head to the next destination.

The demigod Lori stares at Aldrich Triss as she pockets all the goods, feeling sorry for her penniless and not bidding, but from another perspective, she feels that she must revisit the Virtue Knight.

Unexpectedly, Aldrich Triss, who was holding three strange eggs in his right hand but did not have a trace of joy on his face, suddenly spoke.

"Actually, the only items I really want to buy on your stall are them. In order to prevent you from seeing my intentions, I will start the price on the spot, so I will use the practice of chartering the market to buy all the strange things you own at a high price. ”

Hearing the explanation of the grand customer, the occult merchant's hands on the carpet paused for a moment, and then returned to normal, without raising his head: "I know! I was not surprised by this, I knew this would happen. ”

Rolling the cloth on the ground into a cylinder and tying it tightly with a tether, he slowly stood up, "These three strange eggs that reveal a faint elemental aura are found by me and a few companions in an underground cave that has been lodged by dragon flies and eroded into dead trees by absorbing vitality, they are embedded in the stone wall, immersed in the torrent of the earth's leylines, it is estimated that it has taken a long time, causing the vitality inside to become weaker and weaker. ”

"Guest, it is undeniable that you have a good eye, and telling the truth afterwards also proves that you are frank enough, but unfortunately this time you really made a mistake in judgment. They don't hatch, they're all dead eggs. ”

Aldrich Tris snorted, without any extra words, but reached out to Bilis the reindeer, and asked him to bring Moandor, who had been reborn and turned into a farmer tending the fields in the town of Grotesque.

Curious, the Mystic Merchant didn't rush to leave the popular amusement park and go to the nearby shops to buy goods unique to the Grotesque Town.

He looked at the vegetables in the field, and wanted to buy a batch of seeds and a batch of hard candy that was easy to carry, which were all specialties that were not available in his hometown.

It didn't take long for the reindeer to lead Moando, who had turned into a farmer, and Bilis had his own pride, except for the Lord of the Grotesque, only the demigod Lori could associate with him, and as for the other ordinary people, they were not qualified to sit on his back.

The "Winter Wolf", who retains some of his memories before his death, fell to one knee when he saw Aldrich Triss, and after being helped up, Moando was a little uneasy, not knowing what he had been summoned for.

"It's a little difficult to take care of the vegetables and crops in the field, right?"

The gentle attitude drove away the uneasiness, and the rookie farmer nodded slightly, and then shook his head again: "It's all some hard work, and it didn't make me embarrassed." It's mainly zombies who come to steal vegetables from time to time, and with my current body, it's a bit difficult to deal with one. ”

Aldrich Triss smiled and picked up the strange object in his hand: "Yes, in order for you to have some self-protection ability, these three strange eggs will be hatched by you." ”

He drew a circle on the ground ten paces in diameter, placed the three monster eggs in the middle, and motioned for Moando to come in, handing him a hand shield and a short sword by the way.

"You drip your own blood on it, remember one at a time. If it is successfully hatched, take advantage of the weakness of the newborn, defend it with a shield, and defeat its form with a short sword, you can forcibly sign a contract and turn them into a part of your body. Here's another piece of advice, the order in which the blood hatches is distorted patterns, mottled colors, and suspicious boils, understand?"

The farmer, who had just arrived in Grotesque Town, looked dazed, but he still knew how to use the battle to submit his opponent for his own use, and probably understood the rules.

Aldrich Tris withdrew from the circle, and the demigod Lori immediately came to his side, listening to the Virtue Knight shouting, "Start!"

The onlookers gathered to see the enthusiastic crowd cheering him on, and Moando gradually regained some of his warrior instincts, and without hesitation, he sliced open his left finger with his short sword, and the small wound squeezed out blood and dripped onto the strange egg with twisted patterns on the shell.

The hot blood had not yet slipped off the curved surface, and it penetrated in an instant, and the thick shell was like a dry sponge, absorbing all moisture.

The silent vitality is stirring, but unfortunately the concentration of elements is too low, and it has never been able to break through the thick hard shell. I knew this was going to happen on the face of the Mystic Merchant, and Aldrich Triss immediately took action.

The authority of the Lord of the Grotesque Festival instantly dominated the nearby elements to roar, forming a brief tidal torrent, and small life quickly sprouted and grew, breaking through the barriers that originally protected it, eager to come to the outside world.

The twisted spiral pattern began to crack, falling off shards like fish scales, and the flexible fetal membranes were held up high, becoming transparent and thin when they reached their limits, and finally with a bang, the triangular snake head of the fierce poisonous species was drilled.

Moando immediately rushed forward, raising his dagger and slashing at it, trying to crush it and even destroy its form.

The tip of the snake's head instantly cracked, like blooming petals, revealing the true body inside, an eagle head like a spellcaster's cane, unconcerned about the short sword, and spat out a gray ray towards the left side of Moando's chest, who had just turned into a warrior.

Danger struck, and the warrior's instinct caused him to quickly raise his handguard shield to resist, and the moment the gray ray hit, the leather shield became heavy and fell, but the dagger did not hesitate to slash down, slicing the monster in two.

With a "bang", the magical beast that had just been born and was secretly named Stone Silk by Aldrich Triss, its inherent form immediately collapsed, and it didn't take long to rebuild and restore its original form with Moando's blood as the core, and actively attached to his arm, forming a strange mark.

"Chicken and snake beasts, magical beasts that petrify breath. ”

According to Moando's understanding of what he saw before his death, Aldrich Tris had no opinion, but judging from the fusion effect just now, these strange monsters are activated and biometric spell models, and they are also a line of warlocks who inherit the ability to cast spells by blood.

Acceptance fires petrification rays that turn targets into stone "stone wires", and Moando's hand shield restores its original leather texture.

After a short rest, he shifted his gaze to the mottled second monster. This time, with sufficient preparation and mastering the unexpected spell-casting ability of petrified rays, Moando easily subdued the thunder snake that could spit lightning from his mouth, was extremely fast, and roared all over his body when he swam.

Aldridge was amazed, and mentally added a narration for Moando: "Successfully kill a chicken snake beast and obtain the two-ring spell petrification ray." Kill a baby Razer with difficulty and get the Three-Ring Spell Lightning Beam...... Well, the more difficult it is to kill, the more beneficial it is to get a spell. What interesting rules!"

Moando's body was burned by multiple electric currents, but fortunately, his hands and feet were still intact, which did not affect his combat effectiveness, and he had petrification rays and lightning beams, which made his confidence much more sufficient, and the warrior's blood and self-confidence quickly woke up and returned.

The continuous cheers and applause from the surrounding audience made Moando, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, very happy, and only after his sore body had recovered enough to rest and recover enough did he drip blood to hatch the last magical animal.

The cub looks like a sword spider, has a high affinity for dirt and rocks, and easily gets rid of the influence of petrified rays, burrowing into the ground and wanting to leave, but unfortunately the circle drawn by the Lord of the Grotesque Festival has a strong limit, even if it drills deep into the ground, it is useless, and after a long time of separation, the decrease in the concentration of elements makes it begin to weaken and weaken.

Aldrich Triss reached into the zippered pocket and pulled an hourglass out of it, "Five minutes! Only five minutes, and if the claw doesn't show up, it will fail according to the rules." ”

Time is running out, only a pointed brachiopod has matured, and the rules force it to fight, and the newborn magical beasts come to the ground, but they keep swimming in circles.

Moando saw the hard ground, ploughed out of a deep ravine by the invisible sword, and at first chased and slashed with his sword. But it didn't take long for enough elements to grow smoothly, and the second blade of the earth claw had matured.

It can't go on like this!Despite the physical exertion caused by using the sigil of his arm, Moando unleashed the fastest Razer.

The lightning beam instantly hit the cunning magical beast, paralyzing it on the spot and stopping in place, ignoring its tired body, the blood-boiling warrior jumped up, holding a short sword in both hands, and increased the power of this move with his own weight.

Gravitational acceleration, the sharp short sword pierced through the shallow layer of soil, hitting the body of the earth claw that was not yet hardened, and the collapsing form turned into a glow against the current, lodged on Moando's shoulder.

Aldrich Triss nodded in satisfaction: "The blood of the warlock is perfectly integrated into your body. Moando, now you are not only a farmer who takes care of the fields and vegetable gardens, but also a brave and fearless warrior, a warlock who embarks on the path of a spellcaster!"

Helena Sériès couldn't understand this, but she knew that anything was possible in the grotesque world, but she remembered what had just happened.

The curtain came down on the hearty gladiatorial fight, and the onlookers gradually dispersed, and from time to time they exchanged words and became their talking points for a long time.

The demigod Lori continues to play in the town, perhaps knowing that the Lord of the Grotesque is staying in the town, and the zombies who steal vegetables never appear, and it is time to leave after dinner.

"Perhaps, it's better for you to stay in the town of the Grotesque, it's too dangerous outside, the spark that never burns, the long life that has no end, and the pretenders are simply everywhere. ”

Helena Thériès, who did not resist the idea of the Knight of Virtue, began to enjoy everything that happened in the town of the Grotesque, characters from fairy tales, strange rules, and all kinds of curiosities that were ahead of her time, igniting the curiosity of the demigod Lori.

"Okay!"