Zhou Zhongmou, who had taken the things, put on this set of clothes for the first time - to be honest, this kind of thing is a chicken rib in the eyes of mercenaries, and these bastard mercenaries don't care whether their clothes are dirty or not. Wear a few more clothes if it's cold! If it's hot, then you'll be stripped naked! This kind of clothing, which can be big or small, cold and hot, but has no defensive power, can only be worn by those merchants who travel from south to north, and even ordinary citizens will not want it? And this kind of thing with a set of hundreds of gold coins will not be bought by the nobles, but that refined chain mail is a good thing, at least it can provide the defense of plate armor and is as light as a feather, and it can also provide deflection defense against arrows, although this thing is not a so-called Mithril product, but it is also a high-priced item worth three or four hundred gold coins - the only regret is that it is not a never-wear type

Zhou Zhongmou put the chain mail on the outside of his clothes, then put on a cloak, hung the two-handed sword "Decapitator" on his waist, and went to the carriage shop to find a carriage and prepare to go to Rezenov's side. But just before getting on the bus: "Wait a minute, I'll come back in two hours." I remembered to go shopping for something. He then turned the carriage back to the Grey Spire office, and after getting out of the car, he went straight to the hall where all kinds of magic items were sold.

Although he doesn't have magic power, Zhou Zhongmou always wants a space magic equipment - after all, how can he have five hundred gold coins in his hand now, and those space rings can be purchased as long as they are not ordinary sales models with a particularly large space capacity, which are roughly two hundred gold coins - although such a thing does not have any powerful magic to encrypt the entrance, making it easy to use magic to forcibly crack it in case it is stolen or picked up, but this is still the best-selling prop in the gray spire in addition to a variety of magic potions- Of course, magic weapons are not among them.

There aren't many people in the hall of the gray spire, after all, the lowest knick-knacks here are also denominated in silver coins, and the clerk's face has always been a late girl's face, if you don't buy it, that face can make you freeze to death - of course, many mercenaries don't have any cheeky concept, but these clerks are all apprentices without exception, and it's really not easy to mess with - if you get angry, you will really be thrown out by the apprentices to activate the solidified magic circle in the hall.

Zhou Zhongmou looked at the props in it, the display here is more like a museum - magic props or potions, scrolls and other things are placed in glass cabinets, so that customers can look around it carefully, and then there is a simple introduction and a big price figure written below - by the way, Zhou Zhongmou also hummed that the numbers in this world are actually the so-called Arabic numerals on the earth

The space equipment here is not only a ring, but also a wrist wheel and a belt, and the style of the ring is very simple, not at all beautiful. This is not a problem, the problem is that all spatial equipment needs magic power to activate, which is a very strict problem for Zhou Zhongmou. So he approached the apprentice who received him, "Can you customize a space belt?"

"Do you need extra space?" asked the apprentice routinely.

"Ah no, I was trying to ask, can I do a self-activating one, which means that I can put this belt in and out through some mechanism?" Zhou Zhongmou explained to the apprentice in detail. The other party frowned after hearing this, and then asked a few more carefully, and finally the girl with small freckles on her face directly expressed to Zhou Zhongmou that this estimate was difficult: "It's not difficult to make a self-activated mechanism like this, just use magic crystals to make a switch." But without magic, you can't even take the right thing out of this space - unless you want to pour it out every time you pick something up and put it in."

Immediately, Zhou Zhongmou also understood the problem, but there was also a solution - that is, to create multiple small spaces on a belt in segments, and to activate the buckles on the belt separately - However, this brings several serious problems: first, the complexity of processing has risen to a very high level, and the continuous space spells will cause interference between each other, and in order to isolate these interferences, it means that the materials and processing technologies have risen in an all-round way, and the consequences are the high price and the extension of the processing time. Zhou Zhongmou wanted to know how much money and how much time it would take, and then the freckled girl helped him calculate, although this girl was limited to her own magic level and could only make the most preliminary estimate - she didn't know how complicated these spells would be and how high the skills would be, so she could only use a rough estimate to calculate, "It will take about four thousand gold coins, and it will take a month optimistically." She quoted a price, and then added: "This is a successful price, if the processing fails, if you have to do it again, 10,000 gold coins are possible" and a space belt is only 400 gold coins.

So Zhou Zhongmou shrank his × eggs, he only had a total of five hundred gold coins in hand, and he was already above the middle class if it was an ordinary family, but there was no home for defeating magic props in minutes. And if you put in and take out the items by turning over the bottom as the little girl said, then as long as you make some changes, you will need to add a hundred gold coins to the space belt, just fill in all the money on hand. "Why are other people all Dharma masters after they have crossed over, or at least they are great alchemists who come to make money very quickly and the like, and there are even alchemy spells that are free of materials or use the chemical knowledge of the earth to become the lucky people of super alchemists. And I can only be the foot man of the board knife team, this is not fair!" Zhou Zhongmou muttered in his mouth, but he didn't really feel much lost - he was able to pick up a life after crossing and lived until now It is already a good treat for others, you must know that there are unlucky people who burp and catch a cold after crossing over, and you must know that that kind of unlucky egg is the most normal fate of the traverser- When he was fine, Zhou Zhongmou also thought about what would happen if he hadn't crossed over to this place full of oxygen, normal gravity and suitable temperature, of course, his normal brain gave him many more unsightly answers - such as frozen corpses, charred corpses, corpses that exploded due to vacuum, suffocating giant-like corpses, etc., etc., and so on, among which starvation is already one of the most beautiful ways to die.

Because the earthlings are well-informed and often distracted, Zhou Zhongmou unconsciously crooked his thoughts to some so-called "most unlucky traversers" This kind of online post road, this guy muttered something in his mouth, "Otaku crosses, open his eyes and see that he is in a Chinese house, with countless gold, silver and jewelry around him, and when he thinks about it, he seems to be an important minister around the emperor, with a lot of wealth and wealth, and he is rich enough to rival the country." When he was proud, a eunuch suddenly sent a decree announcing that the otaku would enter the hall. The otaku asked in a low voice what was the matter, and the eunuch replied, "My lord, Lord Qianlong has died." Then he laughed unconsciously—of course, the freckled girl on the other side had already looked at each other, and was about to activate the formation in the hall and throw the tall villain out.

Zhou Zhongmou, who got nothing, got into the carriage honestly, and then still thought about all kinds of unlucky traversers in the divergent thinking, and he was bored in the carriage until he was bored until Rezenov's manor.

He knew the route anyway, and went in to say hello to Natasha, and Rezenov was striking iron—and I guess the fellow was using iron to make a difference whether he was happy or not, so he turned to say hello to the old fellow who was struggling with iron at the stove, and went to the room where he had first been. He hung the magic sword on the wall, and then the guy lay down on the bed, and he didn't know what to think about - he was thinking about everything in his head and it seemed like he didn't think about anything, he was just in a daze.