At the beginning of the morning, Mr. Sancho, the fat merchant, was awakened from his sleep by a rapid dripping sound.

Despite being attacked by his peers and losing his most important territory as a merchant, Mr. Sancho did not sink and led two Followers of the Heroic Spirit to the territory of Honorary Citizen Merlin Avery in an attempt to cclose his thighs and make a comeback.

However, the thighs are not there, and there is a lot of danger. There are dozens of mentor-level enemies patrolling around this territory, and there are also signs of grandmaster-level powerhouses. If they can work together, even if Avery followers are in good hands, and the Blackwing Reaper Gana Enlais is extraordinary, there will only be the only fate of the family.

Mr. Sancho was not without the idea of getting out of the situation, but he was also well aware that he had little hope of making a comeback without Merlin Avery's domain. Two Followers of the Immortal will continue to drain his Civic Points until the last bit of his wealth is squeezed out of his wallet.

This is the final fate of the vast majority of the citizens of the Wisdom City who have lost their territory, and many of them are even more miserable than scavengers because they can't let go of their bodies, and even starve to death in obscurity in a dark corner.

Since it was no secret that he was ambushed, Mr. Sancho's trading platform account had not been heard from for several days. Most of his clients were originally low-level people, and when he heard that Mr. Sancho was murdered by several well-known businessmen, not only did no one make a voice of grievance, but they broke off the relationship one after another, and Mr. Sancho's name was blacklisted.

This is also an important reason why Mr. Sancho believes that he will not be able to make a comeback on his own.

The sound of dripping was still ringing rhythmically, and when he realized that this was not an illusion, Mr. Sancho couldn't help but burst into tears. He hurriedly opened the light curtain of the trading platform, and at a glance he saw a conversation request from an unfamiliar name, and a faint white light lingered around that name, which made Mr. Sancho's excitement suddenly increase several times.

There are only a hundred or so honorary citizens in the entire City of Wisdom! Almost every honorary citizen can be called a powerful party, not only is the territory much wider than that of ordinary citizens, but also the buildings on the territory are more and more advanced, so that Mr. Sancho can only look up.

Merlin Avery was an accident, of course. His territory is no longer small, and the level and number of soul buildings are worthy of the status of honorary citizens, but the followers are a major flaw. Generally, those who can reach the rank of honorary citizens also have at least the strength of quasi-grandmasters, with more than twenty Heroic Soul followers and ordinary followers under their command, and some honorary citizens will also have a cannon fodder army of hundreds of people.

With trembling hands, Mr. Sancho agreed to the request for a conversation. A curtain of light opened in front of him, and Mr. Sancho saw a gray-haired old man with a withered face and sharp eyes, dressed in an exotic rag robe, and holding a staff bound from Bai Sensen's bones.

"It turned out to be a barbarian shaman. The well-informed fat merchant felt a little disappointed in his heart, the barbarian shamans were different from the orthodox alchemists, most of them did not need - and could not use high-level alchemy items, the things they bought were mainly low-level raw materials, and they were all extremely poor.

But in any case, this is a respectable and honorary citizen. Mr. Sancho quickly shakes off the depression in his heart, and his fat face is full of smiles. "Salute to you, Your Excellency the Honorary Citizen. He bowed deeply, "Sancho, the merchant, is willing to serve you and obey your orders at any time. ”

"Sancho?" the old shaman squinted at the fat merchant, "oh, yes, it's you, a richly dressed fat man. As he spoke, he took out a withered yellow coconut leaf from his rag-embellished robe, and unfolded it with a rustling sound, and a lot of fine dregs fell down.

"I ...... Well, or rather, we need the following. ”

It was an opening phrase often seen in the mouths of shamans, and Mr. Sancho's hopes for this business could not help but be lowered a little, and even his smile stiffened a little.

“...... 10 metal head rings, with additional emotional calming skills, 10 sets of leather armor, additional sturdy skills, 10 forged steel war knives, additional sharp edge skills, 10 uniformly sized cloaks, with as many different types of skills as possible, special and the best defense, 60 axes, with critical or precise skills......" The old shaman read for a long time, so that the polite smile on Mr. Sancho's face was gradually replaced by surprise, and finally his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

“...... Tents, ropes, lanterns, and storage belts, as well as heavy animal saddles with regenerative abilities, are as many as you want. That's it, the sooner the better. ”

"Isn't this my dream?"

Mr. Sancho rubbed his eyes, and the old shaman in front of him did not dissipate into a wisp of white mist, so he put his index finger in his mouth and bit it, the pain piercing his fingertips, and at the same time calming his heart, which was about to leap out of his chest.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Honorary Citizen, your procurement list requires too many supplies, and I need a little time to prepare...... But in terms of equipment, I happen to have it here...... But, take the liberty of asking, which method are you going to pay with?"

"Citizen points, of course. The old shaman pursed his lips and said, "Is there any more convenient way to pay the bill than by transferring points?"

Mr. Sancho took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, the excitement in his heart really made it difficult for him to calm down.

Many businessmen have portable warehouses, and Mr. Sancho is certainly no exception. However, due to the low level of the trader, his portable warehouse is full of mid- and low-level alchemy items, and the only Mithril-level items that can be seen are mostly mutilated, or belong to a certain part of the combined equipment, and the value of their own use is even inferior to some excellent steel-level items.

Fortunately, among those mid-level and low-level items, it is very convenient to select more than a dozen sets of equipment used by molten gold warriors. The equipment should come from a veteran citizen who has lost a battle, has the same style, the same additional skills, and is very suitable for the tall, burly barbarians.

Many veteran citizens like to hire scavengers to form their own cannon fodder troops, and of course equip them with a considerable degree of equipment to improve their combat capabilities. You must know that most of the enemies encountered in the City of Wisdom are not comparable to ordinary molten gold warriors, and even if they have a complete set of alchemy equipment, they can only delay for a while longer.

After Mr. Sancho packed and sent over the ten sets of equipment, the full 300 citizen points arrived in his account quickly, making his chubby face smile. Later, instead of hiding this wealth in his shriveled pocket, he went to Merlin Avery's personal laboratory and transferred all the points to Victor's leader.

"Take it, and go hire some more. He said to the surprised leader Victor, "Only if Lord Avery's realm is safe and sound, will we have any hope of surviving this catastrophe, so let's use it! )