"You really don't have that?" Garcia squinted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"No, who is it sold to, if there is, can I not sell it to you?" said the fat old man with a bitter face.

"But I heard that this comic book sold hundreds of copies in two days, and you didn't receive a single one?" Garcia still didn't believe it: "You can be the biggest second-hand dealer in Vienna, and you don't want to get a little bit of such a hot thing?"

"Alas, to be honest, I received two copies at the beginning, but I sold them after changing hands, and I made dozens of silver, and my price has reached the sky, how do I know that it has risen like this now?" The fat old man said helplessly: "Alas, there are so many rumors now, even if I want to receive it again, where can I get it?"

"Okay, forget it, you can watch it again, if you can get it, just contact me, money is not a problem. Confirming that the old man really didn't have the goods in his hands, Garcia couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, actually, I don't think there's any need to be in such a hurry, don't people say that in 4 or 51 days, there will be the next batch for sale? At that time, it will be cheaper, so what does it matter if you wait a few more days?" The fat old man persuaded: "Besides, who knows if this rumor is really false? Where can those street painters have any martial arts? Maybe they deliberately spread it out to deceive people?"

"Alas, you don't understand, who knows what the next batch will be? Anyway, you can help me watch it, and the money is indispensable to you!" Garcia finished speaking, and left the small shop without looking back.

Regarding the authenticity of the news, of course, Garcia also found someone to confirm it, except for a few people who were secretive, and he was concerned, several other people gave him a positive answer, and in the album called "Great Swordsman Jack", there should indeed be a swordsmanship!

Although I don't know why the comic book club would draw a swordsmanship in the picture book, Garcia really knows the value of a swordsmanship.

He was born in a commoner, and since he was a child, he liked to listen to the legends of those five masters, and when he grew up, he pestered his parents and sent him to a country church to learn an internal skill. No, it can't even be said to be internal strength, it can only be called "breathing method", compared with the real internal strength, it is more simplified, more superficial, very few people can practice internal force with it. And fortunately, after years of hard work. Garcia became one of those very few. Coupled with a nine-rate sword technique bought at a high price from a wandering martial artist, he has come all the way to this day.

Yes, because of his internal strength and swordsmanship, he is much stronger than ordinary people. Like those ordinary bandits and robbers, he can fight 5 or 6 alone, and if he relies on the terrain, even a dozen bandits go together, he is not afraid. This also gave him enough capital to gain a foothold in the mercenary industry.

But because of this, he was extremely desperate to have a more advanced martial art. Although this level of martial arts was clearly marked in the church, and occasionally appeared at auctions, the price of tens of thousands of gold coins was not at all something he could afford.

In his adventurous career over the years, he had seen more than once those strong men who practiced high-level martial arts, which were powerful enough to slaughter their entire mercenary group with a wave of his hand. Once they encounter those strong people, they can only experience evasion, hoping not to be noticed by their eyes, and praying not to be affected by their battles...... It was the fear and powerlessness of being completely manipulated with one's life.

Garcia hated the powerlessness, but there was nothing he could do. He had fantasized countless times, fantasizing that he was like those legendary predecessors, and during his adventure, he accidentally discovered a ruin, a secret, and received gifts from the powerful men of the previous generations, and since then he has soared into the sky and dominated the world.

However, fantasy can only be fantasy, and dreaming can only be dreaming. When I woke up from my dream, I still had to live like this day by day. Slowly, he smoothed out the edges and corners over the years, he no longer fantasized or dreamed, he just wanted to save as much money as possible, and then return to his hometown for the rest of his life.

However, this confusing news ignited his long-lost dream again, and he couldn't help but think, couldn't help but believe, couldn't help but inquire, couldn't help but find......

Inheritance-level swordsmanship, swordsmanship...... He's never been so close to it!

Walking down the street, stroking the familiar lines on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, Garcia's face was cloudy.

Finally, he stopped, and he made up his mind!

If there is really a swordsmanship, then it must have been collected! Go to the next one for nothing! Go directly to the comic club! No matter what, there is some stock in the comic club! When the time comes, you can buy it, if you can't......

The Vienna comic club is not difficult to find, along the art street to the end, turn left more than 100 meters to arrive, and without even asking, Garcia saw the unpainted signboard outside the comic club.

The signboard is very large, hanging high above the gate, with two brushes intertwined on a drawing plate, and a line of large letters below "Vienna Comics Society", which is very simple and clear.

It's daytime, but the door of the comic club is closed, and some faint voices can be heard from inside from time to time. According to some of the people waiting outside the door, Garcia knew that the comic book club was not open during the day, and that there were hundreds of painters inside, who were actually painting and making comic books, and only opened in the evening when they got off work.

And these people waiting outside the door, some are booksellers, some are second-class dealers, and some are curious to see the excitement, but without exception, they all want to wait for the comic club to get off work, talk to the people of the comic club, and buy and sell the comic books that will be released next.

The wait was particularly long, but fortunately, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon as usual. When it started to get dark, the door of the manga club opened.

The people outside the door immediately used it.

"Oh, sir, have you made your comic book? I came to buy it!"

"Oh, sell it to me first, I've got cash, and I'll be able to pay it now!"

"I'm willing to increase the price! I'm willing to double the price! I've got cash!"

"I'm Viscount Moulton's butler, and I'm here to find you, the president of the comic club!

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"The comic book is not ready yet! It is expected to take another 4 days! You will come back in 4 days! Besides, we don't cooperate with anyone in the comic book! Talk about business is free!" The strong man who opened the door stiffly refused the crowd's request, and then began to hand out silver coins to the painters to get them off work.

Suddenly, the businessmen who had found nothing surrounded the painters who had just gotten off work, and for a while, there was a lot of noise.

Garcia didn't get involved, and when he saw the door open, he left without looking back.

The moment the door opened, he could clearly see the drawings hanging on the rope and the albums that were basically piled up in the corner!

He's ready to come back in the evening!