The huge difference in strength between the first-order wizard and the third-order wizard doomed the status between Ron and Berriots to be unequal, especially when Ron had a request for help, so when Periots said the terms of exchange, even if his tone was very tactful, Ron still knew that there was no room for him to refuse.

The only thing that made Ron happy was that Ron got the Desolation Thunderbolt and Blazing Flame from Berioats.

After striking a deal with Beriotz, Ron did not linger in the Tower, but prepared to go to the Flea Bazaar with the barren thunderbolts and blazing flames, as well as the thousand soul crystals that Demps had prepaid.

In the living room, after Ron left, a transparent figure floated out of Demps's body and sat on the chair that Ron had just sat on.

It was a figure with a graceful figure, even if it was just a shadow, and the faint emanation was so wonderful.

Demps saw that the transparent figure became more and more illusory, and his originally calm expression showed a little anxiety.

"Periats, this matter is not only related to Yulia's life and death, but also related to the stability of the Moonlight Forest, once the Moonlight Forest is in chaos, the entire southern island region may be involved, and the Four Seasons Garden may not be able to sit back and relax. ”

"I know, that's why I'm letting Ron appear in front of you. ”

Beriots sighed and snapped his fingers, and a smoky potion floated from the compartment in the wall to his hand.

After opening the mouth of the bottle, Buriots blew lightly, and the misty smoke in the potion bottle slowly drifted towards the transparent figure, melting into her body, making her illusory body slightly regain a little condensation.

"Yulia!"

Demps's voice trembled slightly, if it weren't for him, Yulia wouldn't have lost her body in that strange secret realm at all, after losing the nourishment of her body, Yulia's soul became weaker every day, even if there was a ghost phantom of Beriots, it could only delay the process of weakness slightly, at this rate, Yulia would not be able to survive for a year, unless she was willing to be reincarnated as a lich.

"Don't worry about me, Temples. Yulia smiled, "I believe what Berioates said, and the little guy named Ron just now seems to have discovered me." ”

"How is this possible?" Demps frowned, as if unwilling to believe that a first-order wizard could see through the soul crystals on his body.

Periots shook his head, "There's nothing you can't do, I said Ron is a very talented and intelligent young man, and if it weren't for Yulia's life, I wouldn't be willing to risk this promising young man." ”

"I don't care if there will be chaos in the Moonlight Forest, I just hope that Yulia will get her body back as soon as possible. ”

"And do you think Ron would be short of a thousand soul crystals? He sold more than two thousand soul crystals worth of blue stones to the Four Seasons Garden, and if it weren't for Moriago, I think he would probably have turned down this deal. ”

"So, Demps, if you don't have a better option, you might as well choose to believe him. ”

Periots paused for a few seconds and continued, "Moreover, I will let Kotimia go with me. ”

"You ......"

Demps seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by a wave of his hand.

"Without Kotimia, even if they entered the secret realm, it would be difficult for them to find the location of Yulia's body. ”

Periots looked at him and said, "And you have come to me today, not just for Kotimia. ”

Demps opened his mouth, and finally turned into a long sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't do it, he wouldn't have begged for Beriots, let alone put all his hopes on these first-order wizards.

The prosperity of the Four Seasons Garden, as can be seen from their headquarters, has become a huge city after several expansions.

The Midsummer Eve Carnival every four years is a small event in the southern islands, and if you talk about the auctions and press conferences, of course, the auction and press conference are more popular, but if you only look at the number of people and the degree of popularity, the flea market is the most prosperous and lively place.

Because auctions and launches require an invitation to enter, the Flea Bazaar is open to everyone who comes to the Four Seasons Garden.

With a large sum of money, Ron wanders through the flea market, trying to find a suitable shadow artifact.

Because of the deal with Burrioats, Ron had to cancel his plans to build a witchcraft for Margaret, so he planned to buy a witchcraft for Margaret at the Raven Bazaar.

As for finding those witchcraft alchemists in the Four Seasons Garden to customize witchcraft, Ron doesn't have such a big face at the moment, the scarcity of witchcraft alchemists and the complexity of refining witchcraft are destined to be scarce forever, even if a second-order wizard wants to customize a witchcraft from here, it is not a simple matter, and only a third-order wizard dares to pat his chest and say that he will definitely be able to use the customized witchcraft of the Four Seasons Garden.

After stepping into the flea market, Ron felt like he had entered a vegetable market, and it was hard to imagine that a wizard who was high up outside would actually set up a stall here and bargain loudly.

"Come and see, here is the main material for making witchcraft, Hurricane's Breath, only a hundred soul crystals!"

"The second-order potion formula only sells two hundred soul crystals, and the pharmacists have come to take a look!"

"The memory scroll that is bloodily torn by the second-order witchcraft, take away the fifty soul crystals!"

......

Along the way, Ron found that there were indeed a lot of good things here, such as some rare materials, or some precious potion recipes, although most of them were some broken formulas, but they were also very valuable, at least most of the alchemists could make it up through these broken formulas.

Ron bought as he went, and in less than a spell, he spent almost three hundred soul crystals, and the ring contained several more materials and some witchcraft templates that Moses and Margaret could use.

In an inconspicuous corner of a flea market, an emaciated man with a bit of a thief's eyebrows was squatting in front of a small stall, squinting at the crowd of people coming and going, and occasionally a few people stopped in front of his stall, and after a short conversation, they would leave with disdain.

Without him, the items in front of the man were too expensive.

In the flea market, although there are some stall owners who deliberately shout out some high prices, but they are all to pit those buyers who have money but no eyesight, if they really meet experts, they are also willing to reduce the price, after all, things can only be exchanged for soul crystals when they are sold, and the Midsummer Night carnival is only once in four years, if you smash these things in your hands this time, you may not have the opportunity to step into the Four Seasons Garden next time.

Ron walked over to the small stall and pointed to the ring with a broken gem on it.

"How many soul crystals are this?"