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The Black Market Exchange is hidden underground, a huge basement next to the sewers. (Please search, or enter directly to see the latest chapter) is quiet, there are several hidden routes in and out, and close to the dock, can be easily unloaded, fully meet the needs of thieves. Curt frowned as he was brought in by the guards, he really didn't like the foul-smelling sewer he had just passed.

"I'll pass on your words to the boss, and I'm sure he'll say something. Please enjoy shopping first, I'll come as soon as I go. ”

The guard said respectfully, and then ran away in a puff of smoke. Curt looked around at the stall in the basement and began to feel like he was making the trip.

As far as the eye could see, Curt saw shopkeepers of three different races. He saw the hill dwarves with a waist like a barrel, stubby limbs, and a long beard that hung down to the waistband of his trousers. There are also short, dirty kobolds with long pointed paws and short horns on their heads. Even the soaked, slimy, scaly, and famous for their penchant for eating human flesh are guarding their stalls. They live in harmony with other human sellers, and are rarely quiet.

Curt walked slowly, glancing over every stall around him. Different races have their own strengths, and their specialties are quite valuable. After some haggling, Curt buys a few benthic devilfish eggs from the Sawa Fishman. He put the gold coin in the other party's hand, and the Sawa Fishman honestly handed over the goods.

If the scene just now had been born in the wild, I am afraid that the saddled Shahua fish-man would have picked up the harpoon and threw it at the bridge of Curt's nose. Curt couldn't help but admire the black hand a little, he could make the uncivilized race so honest.

Curt happily walked forward, then picked up a piece of high-purity steel from the hill dwarf's stall. Through a simple mind reading, Curt grasped the bottom line of the dwarf. After a brief bargain, the dwarf muttered 'The stone is on top' and sold the goods at a quarter of the normal price. He kept shaking his beard, and his face turned red. Regardless, the dwarves took a handful of gold coins.

After thirty minutes of sweeping shopping, Curt loaded a large amount of loot into his dimensional pockets. These include a wide variety of spellcasting materials, as well as unusual metals, and bizarre research materials.

Curt roughly estimated the expenses, and now he didn't even spend half of his budget. So he happily continued shopping, and finally stopped in front of a stall selling magic items and scrolls.

Curt smiled narrowly and stared at the shopkeeper hiding in a gray hooded cloak. He gracefully picked up a bottle of potion, and at the same time said in a very affectionate tone:

"Good morning, Master Grand, the Inquisitor. What an adventure, I didn't expect to meet you here. You have chosen a very interesting part-time job and don't know what your boss will think. ”

The shopkeeper slowly raised his hand and lifted the hood behind his back. Gran, who showed his face, looked embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth and roared:

"Take what you fancy and treat it as if we haven't seen it today!"

"No, no, no, I like fair trade and have no interest in extortion. ”

Curt spat out high-sounding words as he honestly and unceremoniously reached out and swept half a dozen explosive potions and a string of fireball necklaces into his dimensional pocket. -- These are tools of mass destruction, and their power can only be described as madness. For Curt with a limited spell slot, it can be considered a necessity.

Because Curt despised the casters who had fireballs in their heads, he thought that mages, as a high-tech profession, should be more clever in casting spells. However, Curt could not deny that indiscriminate bombing can be an effective means when necessary. Of course, the most important point is that naturally good things with low price and high quality should not be in vain.

"Inquisitor, I can't believe that you are also proficient in alchemy. If I had known, I would have come to visit instead of waiting until today to meet you here. ”

Curt picked the fat and the thin, and did not forget to mock Gran a few more words. Glen Iron blushed and didn't roar until Curt picked up a battering ram ring.

"Enough!"

Thick blood vessels appear on the side of Gran's neck, beating violently. He stared at Curt's hand and said word by word:

"Put it down, or I'll go to you tonight to duel, grab the Black Tower and break it to pieces!"

"As I said, I like fair trade. ”

Curt saluted gracefully, then brushed his sleeve over the empty space that had been revealed after removing the explosive potion, leaving a large pile of gold coins. He put the battering ram ring on his other hand and said calmly:

"One-third of the market price, I believe it is a fair price in the black market. I'm not poor enough to offend an intermediate mage to get by, and there's no need for you to be nervous. ”

When Gran's face softened to an acceptable level, Curt turned and walked away. He walked thoughtfully, secretly pondering something he had read from Gran.

It may not be long before Curt is able to get Gran to serve him willingly. For the sake of this, he decided not to deceive people too much. It is the best policy to fish for big fish with a long line, not to mention that Curt has already fished a lot of money from Gran's body, but he has not forced the other party to riot and hurt people.

Curt spent the morning quickly, spending a lot of the gold coins that Abyss had left behind. As a master of the spell system, Abyss saved 50,000 gold coins in his private money. It's a pity that he only squeezed Curt for three years, and then he lost his life and all his possessions. This is the so-called predecessors planted trees and later people enjoy the shade, if Abyss knows underground, I am afraid that he will vomit blood with regret.

At noon, the organizers of the black market brought in several food trucks. Although the sewers are close at hand, there is a faint smell floating in the air. But in order to make better efforts in the afternoon, Curt still ate some small bread.

As Curt was sipping hot milk, a huge shadow overshadowed him. Curt looked back in surprise, and now that he had just passed by a minotaur. The minotaur was three and a half meters tall, wore a brass nose ring, and wore rough but sturdy half-body steel armor. It carried a terrifying double-edged axe, and only three fingers carried a clanging baggage in its hand.

Curt glanced at the blade of an axe, which was as wide as his height, and then put down his cup and stood up. He could tell that the minotaur had precious stones in his baggage, and that the stupid big man might not understand the true value of the gems.

"Please show me your cargo. ”

Before anyone else notices the Minotaur, Curt takes action. He stopped in front of the minotaur and kindly made a request. Curt tried to read the other man's mind, but failed. The Minotaur's thoughts were in chaos, and the consciousness that quickly emerged and disappeared was chaotic.

It's not necessarily a good idea to block this big fool, I hope it really understands the rules. ’

Curt endured a condescending gaze, and couldn't help but feel empty. Minotaurs are a hybrid of magical origin and are known for their irascible and eccentric personalities. They have a unique logic and often behave inexplicably. If the minotaur in front of him had a cramp in his head, perhaps Curt would have to face a double-edged axe whose weight alone would crush him.

No one made a sound, and within seconds, sweat broke out on Curt's back. In order to better trade, the spells he prepared today are mainly friendly and seductive humans. Curt didn't want to show his psychic abilities in front of the public because of an unexpected conflict. Moreover, the minotaur is very talented and has a strong resistance to mind manipulation spells. Even if Curt goes all out, I'm afraid he may not have much chance of winning.

Whoa......

In the next second, Curt's nerves relaxed. The Minotaur opened the mouth of the bag to him, revealing piles of zircon. This was both lighthearted and disappointing for Curt, as zircon was one of the lowest quality gemstones, worth only an equal weight of copper coins. Curt plans to pick a few pieces as casting materials, and then take advantage of the situation to step down. But while he was rummaging through the zircon, a stone of inconspicuous appearance fell out.

'Look!'

With just a glance, Curt could figure out the body of the stone. Reiabilities are high-grade processed gemstones that are only used by psionics. It has many functions, one of which is to store the psychic's mental power, like a scroll or a staff in case of emergency.

Curt quietly picked up his face and observed it carefully. He found a thin spirit pattern on the surface of the stone, and identified that it was a high-quality spirit countenance, which was enough to store all of Curt's spiritual power. Curt pretended to be careless, and threw Lingrong into the dimensional pocket along with a dozen ordinary zircons. He then haggled until the minotaur impatiently reached for the axe, dropped a few gold coins, and fled in a realistic manner.

Curt rushed down the drain, took a few casual turns, and then stopped to inspect the loot. He took out his spiritual face with a trembling hand, and once again confirmed that it was a treasure worth tens of thousands of gold coins.

The surprise came so suddenly and so great that Curt had to do everything in his power to keep from laughing. He couldn't wait to inject a trace of spiritual power into the Lingrong, wanting to establish a spiritual link between himself and the Lingrong.

'You are indeed a psyker. ’

Just as Curt was engrossed in processing his countenance, an unfamiliar voice sounded in his head. A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of Curt's heart, and all joy was extinguished. - This is telepathy, the basic skill of a psyker. So Curt suddenly woke up and realized that he had stepped into a trap.

Silver rays flowed through Curt's eyes, turning into spiritual energy burning. He squeezed out his full potential and prepared to manifest a psychic power of unprecedented power. But even in the most optimistic light, Curt did not believe that he could defeat the true master of the Spirit on his own. All he wanted was to create enough chaos and escape.