Cold and contemptuous, fearful or afraid, these strange gazes did not bother Leon in any way, and he walked unhurriedly through the long street until he reached the center of the town.

In the center of the town is a small square, and interestingly, the square is full of stalls of all sizes, forming a lively market.

Many mercenary adventurers choose what they need in different stalls, Terran warriors, swordsmen, archers, barbarians, and dwarves abound, and even magicians wearing robes and holding staffs, which are extremely popular.

Leon noticed that around the square, heavily armed patrols were patrolling, undoubtedly the force that kept the town safe.

Unlike the shops on the streets, the stalls were bought and sold in a variety of ways, including animal skins, animal bones, herbs, ores, and bizarre weapons and jewelry, and there were almost no civilians involved in the trade.

This is probably the characteristic of Blackstone Town, right? Leon hurriedly entered the stall area and asked some stall owners for a price.

Most of the stall owners of these stalls have a vicious eye, and they know by looking at Leon that he is not a person who can afford the price, and they are often ignorant or impatient.

Leon didn't care, kept a simple smile, and acted like a stupid big guy who had come into the city from the countryside, asking questions and talking about everything.

After taking a turn around the stall area, Leon, who had a good heart, left the town center square empty-handed, and walked back to the street into a grain store.

The grain shop is not very large, and the limited space is stacked with bags of grain according to different varieties, and they are all marked with names and prices, which is clear at a glance.

Leon took a look, and there were three staple grains of oats, rye and gray wheat sold in the store, oats were the most expensive, the price was half a silver coin a pound, rye was eight copper coins, and the cheapest gray wheat was only three copper coins.

Probably because it was close to noon, there were no customers in the grain store.

The owner of the grain shop was a thin middle-aged man, and his business quality was undoubtedly much better than that of those stall owners in the market, and he didn't care about Leon's identity and attire, and greeted him with a smile: "Distinguished guest, do you need anything?"

Honorable guest—it's pleasant to listen to!" Leon smiled, reached into a pocket full of rye, and picked up a handful of shiny black grains.

Among the three staple grains, oats are snow-white and delicate and the most high-quality, but the price is too high to be consumed by the rich, while the cheap gray wheat is dark and gray in color, with more thin grains and more debris, which makes people look unappetizing, compared to the rye with moderate price and good quality, it is undoubtedly the best choice for Leon.

"Boss, I want to buy a batch of rye, I need a lot of quantity, how much discount can you give?"

The grain shop owner was taken aback, he had not dealt with the barbarians, he was either rude or stupid, and looking at Leon's demeanor and conversation, he looked like a veteran who was used to doing business.

"Rye, well, if the guest buys more than five hundred pounds at a time, the minimum is seven copper coins!"

"Boss, your price is not very kind..."Leon shook his head and said: "You are all old grain, right? When the new grain comes on the market in a few days, the price will be much lower, to be honest, I am not waiting to buy grain, and you are not the only one who chooses." ”

Is this still a barbarian? The owner of the grain shop couldn't help but widen his eyes and reveal a bit of consternation, and he was actually stunned.

Leon withdrew his palm and patted the boss on the shoulder: "I need at least three thousand pounds of food, and this is still the first batch!"

His hand strength is not small, and the thin boss is shaky and rolls his eyes.

But when he heard the figure of "three thousand pounds", the grain shop owner suddenly felt like a god possessing his body, straightened his thin chest and shouted: "Six and a half copper coins, if the guest buys three thousand pounds, this is the lowest price!"

Three thousand pounds of grain was definitely a big deal for the town's grain store, and Leon's shrewdness made him understand that if he wanted to make this business, he would definitely not be able to do it without a little blood.

This realization made the boss have an urge to burst into tears - the world is changing so fast that even the barbarians have become masters at bargaining.

"Five and a half pounds a pound, I can promise to buy you more than ten thousand pounds of rye!" said Leon quietly.

In a store like this kind of town, the price of grain is generally relatively stable, and the merchant will not have too much profit, and the discount of a copper coin is already very rare, but Leon also does not lack the black heart of a merchant.

The boss's face fell, he never expected that Leon would be so difficult to deal with, and the bargaining would be so fierce, but the sale of 10,000 pounds of grain made him like a cat's claw scratching his heart, itching so much that it was difficult to give up.

"Six copper coins, then you can find another home!" he cried out with a bloody heart, as if someone had robbed him of his most beloved child.

"Deal!" Leon smiled, this should be the other party's bottom line.

The owner of the grain shop exhaled a long breath and looked at Leon with a hint of unwillingness after suffering a loss: "When will we trade, I need to prepare three thousand pounds of grain, what do you use to transport it?"

"There's no hurry, I still have a little trouble at the moment. Leon said, "Now I don't have any money on me..."

"No money..."The grain shop owner's eyes bulged, and his blood suddenly turned up, completely ignoring the difference in strength between the two sides, and let out an angry roar: "What are you talking to me about if you don't have money!?"

"Don't get excited..."Leon patted his backpack and said, "I brought something that can be exchanged for money, but I don't know which shop in the town buys things like beast skins and magic cores, preferably at a fair price and good reputation, so that the more money I get, the more food I can buy you." ”

This is where the trick of talking about business comes in, Leon as an outsider, playing the role of a barbarian, if he dares to take the magic core beast skin in hand to find a shop to ask the price, it is a strange thing not to be slaughtered as a pig, and even the possibility of being calculated by others is not ruled out.

And now he came to buy the grain first, drew a big pie for the grain shop owner, and in order to be able to complete the deal, he believed that the other party would reveal the information he needed.

These experiences were learned by him when he started from scratch alone, stumbling and going through many hardships and tests.

"Hide the Demon Core, go to the Forest Fox Trading House in front of you to find Old Jace, his bid is fair!"

Sure enough, the owner of the grain shop who had been pulled back from hell to heaven immediately gave advice.

The Forest Fox Trading House is located next to the town center square, and the mahogany board decoration of the storefront is simple and imposing, but the huge store does not have any goods and goods, except for the counter next to it, most of the places are placed with tables and chairs, which looks more like a tea house.

If it weren't for the sign at the door of the store, and the lifelike forest fox emblem on the door, Leon would have wondered if he had found the wrong place.

Unlike the grain store, there were two imposing guards standing at the door of the trading house.

Old Jace was not the owner of the firm, but a steward, and when he saw the fangs of the leader porcupine that Leon had brought out, he immediately invited Leon to the inner room for a detailed discussion.

"These two golden fangs are good, the second-order Warcraft level leader porcupine is not easy to find, plus the animal skin..."The steward of the trading house said bluntly: "You make a price, I will buy it if it is suitable!"

This directness of his made Leon feel a little embarrassed, and the old guy in front of him was obviously a shrewd character, and there was no joy or sorrow in his wrinkled face.

If it were someone else who didn't understand the market, I was afraid that he would be shocked all of a sudden, but what kind of person is Leon, how could he be easily intimidated by the other party.

Although the other party was extremely hidden, Leon could see that the other party seemed to be very interested in the golden fangs, and there was a sense of ambition.

"In addition to the fangs and hides, I have a magic core on hand..."Leon did not ask, but took out the magic core hidden in his pocket and placed it on the table.

The Demon Core is a crystal nucleus condensed in the body of a Warcraft, which usually contains pure elemental energy and is also one of the sources of power of Warcraft.

The magic core is an extremely important magic material, and it is an indispensable item for the manufacture of magic wands, magic weapons, magic jewelry, magic arrays, etc., although some of them can be replaced by ore-like magic crystals, but compared to the quality, use and efficiency, the magic crystals are still a lot worse than the magic core.

Not all Warcraft can condense the crystal nucleus, and the probability of hunting Warcraft to get an intact Demon Core is not high, because Warcraft will consume the energy of the Demon Core in battle, and even die by self-detonating the Demon Core, so the Demon Core is expensive, and a high-level Demon Core can even buy a rich territory.

The Boss Porcupine Core that Leon placed on the table was about the size of a pigeon's egg, round and golden yellow, reflecting a soft and charming glow in the interior light.

Since the leader porcupine was killed by Leon's stabbing chrysanthemum, the magic core in its body was very well preserved, and when Leon held it in his hand, he could feel the strange power contained in the magic core.

He keenly noticed that Old Jace's eyes flashed when he saw this magic core.

"Make a price for them all, as long as it's suitable, I'll sell it!"

Returning the favor in the other way is also a trick to talk about business, and Old Jace immediately realized the mood of the grain shop owner just now.

He glanced at Leon deeply, pondered for a moment and said categorically: "One price, all one hundred and fifty gold coins!"

On the Glow Continent, one gold is equivalent to ten silver, one silver is equivalent to one hundred copper coins, and one hundred and fifty gold coins is one hundred and fifty thousand copper coins, which is enough to buy twenty-six thousand pounds of rye.

It was a lot of money, more than Leon expected.