If Leng Huo didn't guess wrong, these six bay crocodiles should be the helpers prepared by the guy from the waterfall. They can jump off walls at any time and unleash ferocious attacks on enemies.

The bay crocodile is a ferocious beast that lives in the misty swamps, reaching up to eight meters in length, second only to the swamp overlord emperor crocodile. Bay crocodiles are fierce and abnormal by nature, and dare to attack even in the face of Tyrannosaurus rex.

With the bay crocodile as a helper, coupled with the strange methods of the alchemist himself, even a sword emperor-level master who has turned into a fighting spirit is unwilling to fight in the alchemist's home field.

Follow the straight path until there is a five-foot-high counter near the bottom wall. To the left of the counter is a spiral staircase that leads to the second floor.

Leng Huo followed the puppet and honestly walked to the counter, only to find that what he needed to face was not his old friend Feipu, but a low-eyebrow youth.

The man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing the white robes of an alchemy apprentice, and his expression was calm. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he said softly, in a melodious tone.

didn't see his old friend, Leng Huo was a little disappointed in his heart, and he didn't plan to open his hood. He took off the package on his back, put it on the dark counter, unwrapped the package, and said lightly, "I need to sell these materials." ”

The apprentice gently stroked the blood spider's foot spear, so gently that it seemed to caress the skin of a lover. "This is a third-order monster, most of the material of the blood spider. Are you going to sell it, or do you want to entrust us with a weapon?"

"Sell!"

"Sold together, for a total of thirteen gold coins. ”

The price was indeed fair, but after thinking about it quickly, he felt that it was still not enough to pay for the shaman's treatment. Besides, Qiuyang still needs some money to buy supplies.

"So, what about this?" Cold Fire placed the Blood Spider's eggs on the table as well. Twelve spider eggs the size of a fist swirled on the surface of the table. The black and white pattern on the surface emits a faint halo, which is a sign of sufficient vitality, indicating that the spider embryo is still alive.

The apprentice instantly threw his peace out of the clouds, and became extremely excited. He stammered, "This, is this, the egg of a blood spider." As he spoke, he couldn't wait to pick up one and carefully feel the surging vitality of the Yangtze River.

All fear species, especially those of the third order and above, have extremely strong vitality. Matched by their strong vitality is their incredibly low reproductive ability.

The chance of a blood spider laying eggs is one percent, and a mercenary sometimes finds it difficult to harvest a spider egg for a whole lifetime, which shows its rarity.

Matching the rarity is its high price, a spider egg, which can be worth up to thirty gold coins, or even more. In other words, the twelve eggs that Leng Huo picked up were worth about four hundred gold coins.

Prices are low on the entire continent, and one gold coin is enough to live a family of four for two months. Even if they work hard for a whole year, they may not be able to earn a hundred gold coins, which shows the weight of these four hundred gold coins.

The apprentice gently put down the spider eggs, sighed and said, "Your Excellency, I can't make decisions about this business. I'm going to ask the tutor to come!"

Mentor, that is, the waterfall, Leng Huo didn't expect that there would be such an unexpected joy.

After a while, I heard the sound of thumping footsteps, and beyond the handrail of the stairs, I could only see a small sharp corner. The so-called master of the waterfall is actually a short-horned clan, which is indeed a surprising fact.

Alchemists need talent. Generally speaking, the shorthorns are stubborn and old-fashioned, and it is difficult for them to have any talent in alchemy. However, the waterfall is an exception.

The reason for this is the waterfall's fanatical pursuit of gold coins.

On the mainland, there are two profiteering industries, one is an alchemist and the other is a shaman. However, the gold coins harvested by the shaman cannot be spent on their own, and they need to be handed over to the Holy See. Therefore, the alchemist became the only choice for the waterfall.

With his fanatical pursuit of glittering gold coins, Waterfall overcame many difficulties and became an alchemist who made gold every day. It has to be said that this is a miracle.

Like the average shorthorn, the waterfall is shorter. His face was already wrinkled, and his white hair was braided into countless braids.

Waterfall came to the counter and didn't even look at Cold Fire, his full attention was drawn to the spider eggs on the counter. He held an egg in both hands, his pupils shining with a golden light.

"Look, this is a tempting baby, my favorite. This is an easily obtainable material at the Gods Defense. But in Chixia City, I haven't seen a blood spider's egg for five years. ”

"Master Waterfall, this is still mine until you pay the bill!" Before she knew it, Leng Huo had already taken off his hood, revealing his disfigured features.

Feipu looked up, frowned involuntarily, and looked away, "Young man, I'll give four hundred gold coins, which is already very fair." When he said the price, Leng Huo noticed that Waterfall's expression was a little painful, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

The life of the waterfall is not extravagant, and it can even be said to be frugal, but his love for gold coins is irrepressible. It's nature, and it can't be changed.

I remember that before the cold fire arrived, Feipu was a dignified alchemist, but he was poor, and the creditors often came to collect debts, and their attitude was extremely bad.

The main reason for this is that the waterfall has lowered the price of the mercenaries who come to sell the materials too much, so that he can't receive enough materials at all. And the alchemy works he sells are too expensive to sell at all.

In the eyes of outsiders, Feipu is a shameless profiteer. But Leng Huo knew no, Waterfall just liked to earn gold coins by nature, and didn't know anything about doing business. This makes him the poorest alchemist on the road.

This continued until the cold fire arrived.

At that time, Leng Huo, as a wanted criminal, hid in Tibet all day long. The waterfall coincidentally discovered the camouflage of cold fire, but there was no intention of informing.

He took in the cold fire. Then, Cold Fire takes charge of the waterfall's finances, and everything starts to look better.

To do business, it is necessary to win a win-win situation.

Unilaterally earn most, if not all, of the profits, then no one will continue to work with you, especially for alchemists who craft works by hand.

Since then, when it comes to collecting various materials here, the price offered by the waterfall is fairer than that of other alchemists, that is, it is a little higher, and it is only a little.

In fact, the mercenaries may not care about the price of the dozens of copper coins or even one or two silver coins, they just don't want their hard-earned treasures to be underestimated.

And the service attitude of the waterfall here is undoubtedly the best, which means that the waterfall has enough forging materials. Then, his work is even more sophisticated, but the price is slightly cheaper than his peers, just a little. In this way, it will not squeeze the business of peers too much, and avoid price wars between each other, and both sides will lose.

But in this way, the business of the waterfall quickly improved. Within two years, the waterfall had paid off the building's arrears and had a large surplus.