Leaving the "Left Ear Hunting Ground", Zal had three more things on his body. Super-fast and stable update novel, this article is published by www. lwχｓ520。 com debuted a sky-high task that fully met his expectations, but far exceeded it and gave him some headaches, an envelope containing a certificate of acceptance, and an IOU for a thousand silver tables. Judging from the numbers, the "Sequoia Shield" that was temporarily taken away seems to have been exchanged for a lot of things, but Zal was not in the mood at this time and didn't want to laugh at all**.

Not surprisingly, when Zar returned to Cadius's cabin, he received the most violent rant and sarcasm from the other party. However, what made Zar a little sad was that the half-elf's anger did not come from the dangerous black mission, or from worrying about Zal, but because the bag of silver that he had just received was taken away again in less than a day, which made the half-elf very heartbroken.

At the same time, Zal found three things in the envelope: half a coin, an address, and a small card with an overview of the mission. Putting aside the clichéd rules of the mission, Zal found the information he cared about the most - the mission cycle. Less than three months, two months and twenty-two days to be exact, Zar looked at this termination date with some surprise, because the day the mission ended was the day before the opening of the arena.

In other words, if the task is completed, he will be able to get the right to participate in the competition immediately with a full 200 points, without any surprises, and the timing is very accurate. Knocking on the card in his hand, although more than two months was a bit too long, but overall, Zal was still very satisfied with the task. As for why the mission end date is linked to the opening of the arena. That's not something he's supposed to care about.

After returning to the hunting ground and paying the security deposit, Zar headed to the "Treasure Cove of Rivigaz" with some questions. He didn't do it because he wanted to run for a drink at this fateful time - of course, Treasure Cove's rusty stout was great. Zar eventually came to love the strange-tasting drink. The more important reason is that Rivigaz is the largest smuggler and the best intelligence agent in the entire "Conviction Tilt".

Zar still remembers the smile on the goblin's face when he first interacted with Rivigaz, and the phrase that I often heard later: There are only two things that make me smile the most sincerely, one is when a coin falls into my pocket, and the other is when a prospect becomes a customer...... Please come in, my friend. See what I can do for you.

The staircase at the back door went straight to the third floor, when Zal appeared at the door of Rivigazi's study. The two heads of the ogre standing outside were still arguing about whether to kill or not to die. However, this did not prevent Zar from having a relatively intimate meeting with the tavernkeeper in his study, well, about the sale.

There was plenty of light in the study. Zal sat in his chair and took a sip of the fruit wine in his glass. Behind the solid wood desk across from him, the goblin tapped a few leaping syllables on the armrest with his short fingers, and the list in the other hand obscured his face, revealing only a small tip of the ear on either side of the paper.

The tapping stopped, and a shrill sound came from behind the list. "Muscle Gel Storm Vine Solution Boiling Total No Blood Potion Golem Face Worm...... Tut-tut," the goblin uttered a chorus of noises, tossing the list on the desk, "please tell me, dear Zal. Are you going to assassinate the Archon or the Castle Lord?" his green eyes swept over Zal's body.

Zal laughed silently and shrugged his shoulders without denying. "I'm glad you think so......" he gestured to the list. "How long will it take?" he asked.

In fact, ordinary potions can be made by themselves, but they are only in the common range, and many special potions are completely helpless due to the lack of materials. But even in a completely "closed" conviction PTZ, as long as you find the right person, you can get what you want through some special ways. As for how exactly Rivigaz used to transport the supplies into the gimbal. That's not something that Zal needs to worry about.

"Don't ask me if I can get these...... Belch. These crazy potions?" the goblin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Not to mention in Wind Cliff City, even outside, these things are not so easy to get their hands on, my friend......"

"Objectively speaking, I don't know your character, but I do know your abilities," Zal relaxed himself into his chair, "If you can't get it, then no one can get the whole platform, I might as well think of something else while I still have time." He said.

"Hahaha!" the goblin suddenly burst out laughing, his voice high and high, the two golden canines under the corners of his mouth glittering, and he looked very happy. "Dear Zal, I accept your compliment. That's right, don't even think about what I can't get, and the things you want are troublesome, but Rivigaz always has his way, and there is!" said the goblin, "but I warn you, it's not cheap, you know, I'm going to have to take a great risk to get them in." ”

Zar nodded in understanding. "No problem, but I'm going to be fast, the sooner the better. He emphasized.

"When?" the goblin's gaze swept the list again.

"Tomorrow, if it's very difficult, not more than the day after tomorrow at the latest, that's very important, and I need your assurance. "I hope you can understand that even if it is acquired, I am afraid that the risk I have to take is not less than yours." ”

The goblin didn't speak, their fingers crossed rubbing against each other, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said to Zal: "Eight hundred silver tables, tomorrow afternoon, you will be able to get the little potion you want." ”

Zal was stunned, a little surprise in his voice. "Are you sure?" He was surprised not by the price, although the goblin asked for more than four times the original price, but what really puzzled him was time, he never even thought that he would get the list tomorrow.

"Hah!" the goblin grinned with great pride, frowning, "Remember, who is sitting in front of you! He looked at Zal and said, "It seems that you don't fully understand my abilities, my friend." ”

Zar raised his hands in an apologetic motion. "Okay. Now I believe it......" he said, turning the subject in another direction, "Six hundred, this is the price I can accept, your asking price is too ......"

Before Zar could finish, the goblin raised two fingers and interrupted him. "I'm sorry. We can skip the bargaining part," he said. He pressed his finger on the list again and dragged it in front of Zal. "Given what you want, and the demanding time requirements, eight hundred silver tables are a condition for closing this deal. And not bargaining. ”

The goblin's body leaned back, making a small string of leather squeezing as it landed on the backrest. "My friend, as smart as you are, you shouldn't be unaware that gold is never worth a life," he said, "and I don't know who you're going to deal with, but even my ogre bodyguards can see that what you're going to do and safety ......doesn't matter."

Zar looked up into the goblin's eyes. Gently place the glass on the table. "Eight hundred silver tables are fine, but I need you to attach a piece of information. With that, he retracted his hands into his cloak. Don't move.

A sudden silence lingered between the two men across the desk, both smiling and wearing masks that seemed mild, but somewhat cold. After a long stalemate, the goblin's smile collapsed first. "What the! For the sake of the gold coins, the world is difficult! I even gave away a piece of news that could be of great value for eight hundred silver tables!" Rivigaz slapped his lieutenant twice. "Tell me, let me hear what information you want?"

The mask on Zal's face melted. He laughed twice with great joy. "Deflate, my dear Lord Revigaz, this piece of information may not matter to you at all," he continued after a moment's thought, "it's actually the name of a place, no, it should be a shop—'Ulez's Disinfectant', how much do you know about it?" was the name mentioned on the address card, and Zar thought it might be a small clinic.

As soon as Zar finished speaking, the goblin's face changed, very quickly, and a little strangely. "You ask, 'Ulez's sanitizing knife'?" he said in a strange tone, "Ha, I've changed my attention! What you want, you can take it for seven hundred silver tables as compensation for my inability to provide this information, what do you think?"

Zal was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with shock. "What did you say?" he even felt that he had misheard, and that Revigaz, who had been sleeping with gold coins in his arms every day, would in turn have to compensate himself? Soon, though, a wry smile slowly appeared on Zal's face. "Say, this piece of information is so important, right?"

"I'd rather not do this business and pay you a hundred silver tables, I won't give it away for free!" the goblin waved his arms and emphasized loudly, almost standing directly on the chair. "I'm sorry, dear Zal, I'm a businessman, a very principled businessman!" he said, squinting his eyes and continuing, "Of course, I know, but others don't necessarily know...... Rivigaz never disappoints his customers!"

"Tell me, how much ...... do you want," Zar asked weakly, rubbing his temples.

"One thousand, a thousand silver tables in total!" the goblin stretched out a finger, "Even the potion belt information is yours!"

"Cadius is probably going to kill me......" Zar muttered to himself, leaning his head, but he quickly said to the goblins, "If you win, a thousand is a thousand, and I don't want to waste my time on other tipsters, I hope you can provide me with something that no one else will ever know." ”

"Hah! wise choice, my friend!" the goblin laughed happily at Zal's reply, and then stretched out his right palm upwards towards Zal. The latter directly clenched his fists and smashed them on the palm of the goblin, which can be regarded as completing the verbal contract.

"Say, I'll listen, three hundred silver tables!" Zar drained the glass of wine in one gulp, and then poured another full glass.

"Ahem......" The goblin tugged at the hem of the waistcoat and sat comfortably in the chair. "Ulez's disinfection knife, a very famous small clinic in Greystone Corner, its owner Ulez, male, Moon Demon Clan, En, Old Moon Demon...... The period of residence is about 70 years, and not more than 80 years at most. He said, "To be honest, this guy's skills are not bad, and even in the whole 'Conviction Tilt', he is a good doctor." ”

"At least after coming to the gimbal, there is no record of murder, no bad habits, not even a problem like alcoholism......" The goblin's finger lightly tapped the corner of his forehead.

"Please continue. Zar made a gesture.

"You can find out all of the above for a while, and it is not difficult, so you spent three hundred silver tables in the back. "The problem is, in addition to being a doctor, he is also a pharmacist, and he allegedly studied in St. Slans when he was younger. And ......" Rivigaz's gaze suddenly sharpened, staring at Zhal. "This Mr. Ulez seems to have some connection to the 'Brotherhood of Ironstone'. ”

"Brotherhood of Ironstone?" Zar's body suddenly tensed, the name he knew, or in other words, none of the residents living in the "Conviction Terrace" did not know about this organization, the notorious organization. Kidnapping and extortion for loan and assassination, this organization is almost at the bottom of the dark side of the PTZ, and they are also the largest supplier of "sweet wax" on the PTZ.

Although the name may sound harmless, the entire continent of Elolin knows what "sweet wax" is, and its scientific name is "Ogda resin", the root of which comes from the ancient Rogkan language, which means maddening, addictive, and phantom. As its name suggests, "sweet wax" is a very strong hallucinogen, and long-term use can cause severe dependence. Someone once described the addict as saying that in order to get a mouthful of "sweet wax", he would start with dignity and sell everything he had, even his soul.

Zar frowned slightly, and his gaze fell on the drink. "Are you suggesting that Ulez's connection to the Brotherhood of Ironstone may be related to Sweet Wax?......" He didn't say a word, thinking of Ulez's identity as an apothecary, maybe he sought guards because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, or some other reason. This can also explain why he has such a huge amount of money as 20,000 silver platforms - things like "sweet wax" have stood at the peak of profiteering since ancient times.

"I'm sorry, Zal, I didn't hint at anything. The goblin shook his head, "I'm only responsible for stating the facts that I can see, and the story behind it has nothing to do with me." "It's like you can't expect a chef to care about what happened to the fatty fish on the chopping board before it was shipped here, right?"

But at this moment, Zal suddenly raised his head and stared at the goblin, his eyes were bright. "You're not a Moon Demon, are you?" he asked a very strange question that seemed to have nothing to do with it.

"Hah, obviously!" said the goblin with a loud laugh, but his eyes narrowed. "Did you find it? I know, you will find out, why this piece of information is worth three hundred silver ......"

"Yes, you're not a Moon Demon Clan, and you don't even bother to remember this information, but you didn't even think about it, and you just said it all, didn't you?" I didn't know goblins had such good memory...... "I think you should give me a reason, my friend." (To be continued) >