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The giant auction hall in the middle of the box was prepared for the auction of precious witchcraft resources, and Lucien was not qualified to enter.

The periphery of the giant auction hall is filled with dense stalls, and although the goods lined up on them are virtual projections, they are also vivid and breathtaking.

Some wizards dressed in trendy virtual costumes are slowly wandering the streets, hoping to find something good.

A modest virtual projection floated in from the outside, heading straight for the stalls he frequented.

Although Lucien can also sell the potions he refines by setting up a stall, after all, it will waste a lot of time, and the potions are hard commodity, so Lucien easily sold them with a little discount.

As the open black market of the Northland Federation, you can find everything here except for the forbidden items recognized by the Federation that cannot be sold here.

Monsters, pets, sigil fragments, mutilated spell models, demonic objects of unknown origin, and all sorts of human slaves whose origins are unknown.

Suddenly, he stopped and stood in front of a slave trader's stall.

Tattoos on the body of one of the slaves, he had ever seen.

"Guest, although this slave only has the strength of a knight now, he once had the combat power of a great knight, and he is familiar with adventures outside the wall, and if he buys it now, he will give a slave as a gift. Said the vendor in the clown's virtual coat.

"From the pinnacle of the Grand Knight to the mortals, from the princess to the young lady, from the wastelanders to the Northlanders, there's it all here. If you still don't find the right person, you can also place an order. ”

"Oh!" Lucien laughed, pointing to the man he fancied and asked, "How much?"

"12 magic stones. ”

"It's too expensive, 5 magic stones. ”

"Sir, this is a former great knight. ”

"7 magic stones, plus a slave as an add-on. ”

"Sir...... You're not ......"

"Don't sell it. Lucien turned and was about to leave.

"Sir, don't go, deal. "The stall owner also knew that although this slave was a former great knight, he had suffered trauma, and he fell from the great knight's cultivation, and there was indeed no possibility of re-promotion to the great knight, and the 7 magic stones still had a chance to make money, so he agreed to come down.

"Okay, you send people to the Duchy of Ruding outside the customs by land, and I will naturally send someone to pick them up. Lucien wrote down the address, handed it to the man along with the magic stone, and then turned and left.

This tattoo, this look, this experience, if Lucien guessed correctly, this slave is the former head of Jack, the elder of the village of Farrow, the head of the group who went outside the wall to pursue the dream of a wizard.

It just so happened that Lucien was going to venture outside the wall, and he bought this person to be a guide, but Lucien didn't want to go outside the wall, and his subordinates were just a group of wastelanders.

Out of the slave traders, Lucien soon arrived at the apothecary he frequented.

"Boss, have you received the batch of potions I sent?" said Lucien.

"Guest, your batch of potions has already been received, and the potion is really good," the boss said, transferring the remaining half of the money, 100 magic stones, to Lucien, and continued, "Guest, when will your next batch of potions be shipped, I can pay the deposit in advance." ”

"The next batch? Recently, there are some things, I'm afraid it's difficult to have a next batch. Lucien replied, "By the way, boss, did you find the formula for the potion that can increase mental power for me to help me pay attention?"

"Guest, you know, this recipe is all treasures, how can it flow out. ”

"Don't you even have a recipe for a remnant or an ancient potion?" Lucien asked, a little unwillingly.

"Nope. The boss smiled wryly and shook his head.

Seeing that there was no gain, Lucien could only turn around and leave in disappointment, but the abnormal increase in the price of the medicine still aroused Lucian's vigilance.

More than half a year ago, when he first sold the potion, a batch of the same potion, but 160 magic stones, has now risen to 200 magic stones, you must know that in order not to arouse the suspicion of others, Lucien refined all the commonly used potions such as physical strength potions and hemostatic potions, and the prices of these potions are logically speaking, even if they fluctuate, they will not rise so much.

"The mountain rain is coming, the war on the front line has caused the price of goods in the rear to soar!"

This is Lucian's judgment on the reason for the abnormal price increase of the drug.

"In the land of right and wrong, it's better to leave early, if you stay and are sent to the front line, you really don't even know how to write about death. It's just that if you want to go to the Deccan Plateau, what kind of goods do you want to bring?"

Lucien thought in his heart that if he guessed correctly, he would set off with the large caravan of the Northlands, and then go halfway to the middle of the road, before separating from the large army and sending a few people to the Deccan Plateau.

Although this is extremely dangerous, if the trade is done well, the profits can definitely support his cultivation to become a full-fledged wizard.

"It seems that you have to plan well when you go back. ”

Gathering his thoughts, Lucien got off the line and returned to reality.

.......

In a bright lobby, an old man with silver hair and a silver beard roared.

He sat on a throne made of gold and precious stones in the middle of the hall, a crystal scepter encrusted with rubies in his hand that shimmered with a devouring red light.

"In other words, during my retreat, Crewell, a lowly species, actually gave the family flame to outsiders. ”

"Yes, Father. Under the throne, a middle-aged man in a fancy costume replied, half-kneeling.

"San'er, Créwell is your son, why don't you go and kneel here and wait for death?"

Seeing that the silver-haired and silver-bearded old man was about to have a seizure, another middle-aged man on the side interjected: "Father, the third brother is also in trouble, and the person who got the eternal fire has been staying in Harwell Castle and has been the apprentice of the little boy. ”

"The little boy's apprentice? is a joke that can be accepted from a false consciousness. When the silver-haired and silver-bearded old man heard this, he raised his sword eyebrows on his face and said, "Even if you are an apprentice with a vain consciousness, are you indifferent?

"The man can't stay in the castle all the time, as long as he's out of the castle, we can move. The old man's eldest son suggested.

The old man nodded and said, "Did you hear your eldest brother's suggestion?" San'er, let's take action! Remember, if you don't make up for your son's mistakes, you will die outside!"

"Yes, Father. The middle-aged man called San'er scolded secretly in his heart, if it weren't for you, an old immortal, who violated the family rules and directly passed the fire to Crewell, how could such a thing happen today.

With hatred in his heart but unable to speak, this man had a gloomy face, thinking in his heart how to break Lucian's body into thousands of pieces in order to eliminate the hatred in his heart.