"I feel your sincerity. Townsend smiled and said, "At least we're equal in mentality." ”

"You think you can take advantage of me to this extent?" Joan stared at Townsend intently, as if to rekindle her interest in him: "Don't underestimate the merchant at any time, even if it is to collect rags, I am better than others-meow-meow-I will take this business, and it will be settled on the spot!"

Joan's front paws were drawn in front of her, what appeared to be a simple symbol, and there was a "click" sound on the side of the ice wall, and then, a huge rectangular block of ice fell between a man and a cat, smashing the ground with snow powder and ice swaying.

"Why are you making such a big scene?" Townsend fanned away the snow powder and ice chips that came to his face, and chattered dissatisfiedly: "This attitude ......"

"When have you ever seen a merchant who collects scrap with care? On the other end, Joan's voice sounded proud: "It's good to give you something!"

"Okay, okay, okay, it's okay, but what kind of law needs to be put in the ice lump?" Townsend put his eyes on the ice cube, and after seeing the contents clearly, he was stunned: "What the fuck is this law?!You actually fool me?!"

"You have to make it clear, who is playing you?" Joan jumped on a raised ice ridge and lay down comfortably: "You give me a corpse, and I return a corpse, which is still complete." I'm, I, I'm losing—meow!"

It's really a cat who refuses to suffer, and even a foul word is returned.

"The law of sale, that's what you said!" Townsend pointed to Joan's nose, "That's how a businessman breaks his word and gets fat?"

"Merchants don't lie, meow, but businessmen advertise. Advertisement, do you understand?" Joan replied lazily on the high ground, "Besides, who said that a merchant who specializes in law can't sell something else?" I'm a mystery merchant, and it's not just a commodity. If it weren't for the opening of the business, you wouldn't want to see it. ”

"Damn - this world is too dark!"

"Pulling me down to this level is this kind of commodity, do you want it?" The white cat's attitude was quite tough, and there was no room for bargaining: "You think about it, this is complete-"

As Joan uttered the word "complete" again, Townsend's gaze wandered through the ice. It was the corpse of a middle-aged human, dressed in a robe, and a small piece of metal was found under a crumpled corner on his chest. This sleek curved metal looks like it's supposed to be the edge of the badge. Regardless of the shape, pattern and color, it all feels familiar to Townsend.

So far, Townsend knew only a few badges, and he could count them on one hand—the Swarosia family badge, the Blue Blossom badge, the Alliance badge, and the Adeptrics Guild badge, so he couldn't be mistaken.

Therefore, Townsend's heart moved, and he finally thought of the meaning of Joan's so-called "completeness"! Doing business really requires comprehension!

"Yes! This is open!" said Townsend viciously, "but what is the matter with this unfortunate bastard? Why is it in your hands? ”

In the ice, the expression on the face of the middle-aged man froze in extreme horror.

"Meow? Come to think of it, he was probably the kind of customer who ran away with something, and then was caught by another customer to pay off the debt. Joan said: "You hurry up and grow, and when your strength rises, you can also go and deduct the payment for me by catching this kind of person." Meow. ”

"Then I'm not a thug for you, it's not a level," Townsend was very dissatisfied: "This is not the way of business." ”

"What's the point of being poor? Next time I won't collect the rags. Joan snorted coldly: "Remember, goods are about quality." ”

"Then what do you need, can you tell me in advance?" Townsend spread his hands: "At least let me have a bottom in my heart, right?"

"I do have a price list and a catalog...... But can you afford it now? Joan looked at Townsend with a smile: "I want you to improve your strength as soon as possible, yes, but you don't want to get my help outside of this, meow, this is also to maintain an equal relationship." ”

"Shouldn't that thing be given away for free?"

"You expect the tattered merchant to give you something?" Joan was not polite at all, "You might as well count on the snow beast to graze." ”

"Bullying, too much bullying...... Annihilation of merchants!" Townsend shook his head and sighed: "I didn't expect merchants to make big rewards every day, okay, I'll let you see my strength, and I'll figure out the goods myself." But how do you trade next time?"

"For a merchant at this level, the merchant is a rare compliment, meow - I will make another deal with you, if you don't increase your strength, it will be the last time, after all, I can't use this form all the time. Joan squinted her eyes and replied, "If you have prepared the goods in the near future, come to this Snow Peak." ”

"It's fine, I'm sure I can fix it. Townsend turned his head to look around, "I said, can you send me outside? ”

"It's just a rag, and it won't be delivered to your door. Joan began to grind her paws again: "It's okay to send you out, but that's a separate pay." ”

"How about I tell you a joke as a pay?" Townsend laughed, "About cats." ”

"No, you think I haven't heard any jokes? Because it's a service, I can specify the pay. ”

"If it's a soul or something, or someone for you or something, I won't agree. Townsend was very cautious, he thought for a moment, felt that there should be no things in his body that he could not discard, and said, "And I have the right to refuse." ”

"No problem. Joan stood up, raised her paw and pointed, "Give me the third bag behind your waist, and I'll send you out." ”

"Damn! How did I forget this!" Townsend slapped his thigh, his face full of remorse: "You, you can actually endure it until now!"

Because the bag behind his waist was full of bags of secret grilled fish, which was irresistibly delicious for cats, but how did Townsend know that Joan had the surname of a cat when she took the form of a cat?

"Meow-" Joan's face was a look of triumph in his strategy: "This is the will of the businessman, and the ability to grasp the overall situation!"

Fifteen minutes later, Townsend was standing on top of the snowy peak, huge blocks of ice lying across his face. He sighed twice into his hand, and slashed down with his ice shovel, and after a dozen strokes, the ice cracked, and the gap grew bigger and bigger. Townsend stepped into the upper hand, shoveled the ice off, and put the handle in and pried it in, only to hear a "pop", and the ice broke into several large pieces, revealing the corpse in the middle.

――Author's words: Xiao Ming is on the sixth watch today, and the number of words is guaranteed to be 12,000!