Early the next morning, Sean went to find Benson. But after yesterday's setback, Benson had lost interest in continuing to go to the fair, and he handed over all the magic scrolls in his hand to Sean and practiced alone.

Sean looked at Benson, who was obviously devastated, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't tell him what happened last night.

It's not that he deliberately deceives, but because Sean simply can't explain how he knew the whereabouts of the liar and how he put him in a coma. Of course, that space necklace is also one of the main reasons why Sean doesn't want to say it.

Since Benson was reluctant to leave, Sean had to hang out in the trade fair alone. In the days that followed, he sold all the first-level magic scrolls in his hands in batches, and as for the second-level scrolls, he kept them all. Because he was sure, even in the last half day, as long as he took out the second-level scroll, he would not worry about not being able to sell it.

Of course, in the past few days, he has not been empty, and basically maintained the production speed of one second-level magic scroll a day. By the last day, he had sixteen second-level magic scrolls in his hands, half of which, of course, belonged to Benson.

On the last day, a lot of good things appeared in the fair, especially the main magic materials on those second-level demonic beasts appeared, and of course, at this last moment, the price was also slightly increased. During this day, the trade fair became more and more lively.

Sean was casually walking around the fair when he heard a bidding sound in front of him, and immediately knew that there was a public auction there.

He dodged and squeezed in, only to find out that it was an old acquaintance, Witt. At this moment, there were two companions by his side, and in front of him were a dozen or so small round balls that shimmered with various lights.

Sean's eyes lit up suddenly, and he knew why so many people were bidding here.

It turned out that Witt actually took out the first- and second-level magic cores directly for auction, and this kind of thing for the mage is naturally interested.

However, among the more than ten demon cores, the most eye-catching ones are the three second-level demon cores that are a little brighter in color and much stronger in energy fluctuations.

There were a lot of bidders around, and what they were bidding on was one of the three second-level demon cores.

Witt took the magic core in his hand, and the faint luster emitted from the magic core imprinted a strange halo on his palm, and this alluring color suddenly made many people show greedy eyes.

"Ninety-eight hedrons, and more?"

Although Witt's voice did not rise or fall in the slightest, there was a surge of excitement in the hearts of everyone around him. Ninety-eight, that's nearly a hundred spars, and it's used to exchange for an ordinary second-level demon core, which can be regarded as the top.

Sean hesitated for a moment, and checked the number of spars in the baggage, although there are more than two hundred spars in it, but half of them belong to Benson, although Benson said that he would give them all to himself to compensate for the loss of the magic scrolls that were cheated, but no matter how thick-skinned Sean is, he is embarrassed to really take it.

"A hundred. A chubby mage wiped the beads of sweat from his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "If anyone still fights with me, then I will give up." ”

A hundred spars buy a second-level magic core, even if the price does not reach the top, it is almost the same, so when the fat man said these words fiercely, there was no sound around him immediately. And there is no joy on the fat man's face, and this price is likely to have slightly exceeded his psychological bottom line.

Sean hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "One hundred and one." ”

The people around him immediately focused their eyes on him, but everyone had different colors in their eyes, some were surprised, some were envious, of course, they were disdainful and ridiculed, and even regarded him as a nouveau riche.

Sean smiled bitterly, if it was possible, he didn't want to be in the limelight, but for him, these magic cores must not be given up.

Witt glanced at him in surprise and moved his gaze to the fat mage. At this moment, the fat man's brows furrowed, and after thinking about it for a while, he finally shook his head and gave up.

"Okay, this second-level magic core is this little brother. Witt smiled calmly and handed the thing to Sean, looking at his eyes, it seemed that he had completely forgotten the unhappiness of the previous day.

Sean took out one hundred and one magic cores from his backpack and handed them to Witt, while carefully putting away the magic cores in his hand.

Although he has grown up a lot now, this body is only a thirteen-year-old boy after all, and his mental strength is only between the third and fourth levels of apprenticeship, so it is natural to be called a little brother.

After making this transaction, Witt was about to go to get the second magic core, Sean's heart moved slightly, and asked, "Master Witt, you said last time that I can exchange your magic core with a second-level magic scroll, can I still exchange it now?"

Witt was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Of course you can, but the price is still the same, two second-level attack-type magic scrolls are exchanged for a first-level magic core." ”

Sean's gaze swept over the demon cores on the ground, and he asked, "What about the second-level demon cores?"

"Ten sheets. Witt hesitated for a moment and said, "Of course, you can add two or three secondary scrolls in between. ”

Sean nodded again and again, handed over the sixteen second-level magic scrolls in his backpack together, and said, "Thirteen offensive types, three auxiliary types, I want to change one second-level magic core and three first-level magic cores." ”

Witt was surprised and said, "Little brother, didn't your deal with that Ryder succeed?"

Sean's face turned slightly red, and he said, "No, most of these scrolls are newly made by us. ”

"New production, just in the next few days?" asked Witt, his face changing slightly.

Sean nodded slightly, and there was a vague smugness in his heart for Witt's surprise. Such a fast production speed must have been far beyond his expectations.

ps: Well, during the strong push, a lot of votes were asked for thank ^_^ you......

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