Diablo Destruction

"Brother, how do you sell this double-edged ax?"

A barbarian squeezed over due to his size and shouted with a loud bell-like voice.

"There's a price tag on it, take a look for yourself."

I gave up helplessly again. This was the first time I had answered the same question. Why do these people still like to ask about the price even though the price is clearly marked? Is that where the fun lies?

"oh."

The big brother, the barbarian, responded, but he didn’t look at the price immediately. Instead, he looked at my face with strange eyes. It wasn’t until I felt uncomfortable being stared at by him that I raised my head and looked at him depressedly. At one glance, I said, man, I am not a mountaineer, and for a guy with your physique, I think the "petite and cute" Phoenix is ​​more suitable for you.

"yawn--"

Phoenix, who was searching for "prey" on a certain street, sneezed loudly again.

"I remember, aren't you the guy at the door of the Green Forest Bar last time?"

Just when I got goosebumps all over my body and was about to give this barbarian who was suspected of being a noble brother a bit of a look, the barbarian suddenly slapped his round, tattooed head, and the little braid on the back of his forehead suddenly She shook her head, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and then her eyes fell on Moissa, who was concentrating on reading beside her without raising her head to look at her from beginning to end. The expression on her face was even more certain. After all, Princess Sanwu has such a wealth that will overwhelm all living beings. Her beauty and unique temperament are hard to forget after taking one look at her.

Oh, so that's what happened. This guy must be the same person who was watching last time. After confirming that this barbarian man had no special hobbies, my expression relaxed.

"I remember, it turned out to be you."

I gave a fake smile. There were so many onlookers at that time that it would take a ghost to recognize each one, but this big guy's straightforward character was so endearing to people.

"Come on, since we all know each other and we are destined to be together, I will sell you this ax at a 20% discount."

I patted his shoulder boldly, but because of my height, I could only pat his arm a few times. Khan, why do these barbarians grow so tall if they have nothing to do?

"real."

The barbarian's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he could get a discount just by saying a few words. Then look at the price of the blue double-edged ax. Damn, it's better than the main weapon he is currently using, +20%. Enhanced attack. +6 fire damage, the best, but the price is not much more expensive than the +1 life, +5% enhanced attack and other rubbish in other stalls. Plus, with a 20% discount, it's like half sale, half free.

"This. Brother, isn't it too cheap? This one can at least be sold for twice the price."

The big barbarian scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile, as if he felt that such a price was too much of an advantage and the seller suffered a loss. He thought I didn't know the market price, but he kindly reminded me.

Ha, what a stupid guy. If it were Doug, I'm afraid he would have paid and left without saying a word. The barbarian's upright personality made me like him even more, so I gave him a thumbs up. .

"I know the price. They say that meeting each other means fate. Just take it without worry. It's useless for me to keep it anyway."

Although he didn't know what my gesture meant, the barbarian could see in the other person's eyes that he was the same as his partner. There was no hypocrisy, no utilitarianism, a straightforward and sincere look. After thinking about it, he was not pretentious. He smiled and handed me the 12 shattered gems.

"That's interesting. Brother, I have made you a friend. My name is Hart. If you encounter any trouble, just ask me to help you if I can."

Patting his hard chest, the barbarian laughed. When he left, he still loved to play with the ax he had just acquired. It seemed that he wanted to rush out immediately to find a few monsters and attack them.

"Brother, how do you sell this chainmail..."

"Friend, I want this big shield..."

"Sir, I want 100 bottles of light life potion, 50 bottles..."

After the big guy left, someone immediately squeezed in from behind, as if he was afraid that if he took a step forward, someone else would snatch him away.

"Take your time, there are potions, and there are also a lot of blue equipment. Everyone, calm down. I am not an assassin. I can clone myself."

I waved to the adventurers who surrounded the stall. Everyone laughed kindly and started to line up consciously. Those who didn't take their turn looked at the blue equipment I took out in wonder. , his eyes were surprised and amazed, probably thinking about which adventurer had such strength to sell these good things. If it weren't for the aura I gave off because of my level, they might have doubted whether I was The Fortress of Demons and even the adventurers "smuggled" by Harlow Gasri.

If they don't deliberately conceal it, adventurers can guess each other's approximate level from each other's aura, and the error will generally not exceed five levels. For example, for a level 30 adventurer, others should be able to guess that his level should be between Between level 25-35.

I still underestimated the enthusiasm of adventurers. In less than a few hours, I sold dozens of blue equipment, and countless potions. Braving cold sweats, I finally stopped selling the equipment, and now I still It can be explained that the equipment of several adventure teams is collected and sold together. If it continues to be sold, I am afraid it will be suspected.

The consumption of potions surprised me even more. I originally thought that there were at least tens of thousands of potions piled in the inventory and storage boxes like a mountain, but it was impossible to sell out. I didn’t expect that in just a short time, dozens of bottles, Less than half of the hundred bottles were gone before I knew it. Such a cheap price even attracted the hearts of the elite adventurers. Although they were not short of potions, it wouldn't be a bad thing to buy more to reserve some, right?

Therefore, the potion can no longer be sold. If I sell it again, others will think that my family runs a mages guild.

Maybe some people will say that I have so many things on display, so aren’t I afraid of unscrupulous people secretly taking them away? Generally speaking, adventurers are arrogant and aboveboard people. However, I don't think that all adventurers will be so innocent. Some people who can't help but be tempted should still be careful, and that's okay. Not only me, but other stall owners have also been worried about this problem, because no matter how small your movements are, there is always a chance that you will be seen by sharp-eyed adventurers. If you don’t admit it, okay, go and be fair. The biggest protection is the Mage Guild. Some special existences - prophets.

They are the same as Akara. He believes in the Great Eye. Of course, the prophecy is far inferior to Akala, but if you just judge whether the other party has something of yours, it is not difficult. You know, this kind of thing makes all adventurers feel ashamed. Once his behavior is exposed, it is not just himself. Even your own team will be humiliated and become the laughing stock of the entire Dark Continent adventurers. Equipment is valuable, and dignity is more expensive, so no adventurer will be stupid enough to take such a risk.

certainly. If you display gold or even dark gold equipment, that's another story.

Seeing that they were almost sold out, there were still many adventurers who came upon hearing the news and calculated based on the amount sold. Darling, at least one-third of the adventurers who stayed in Kurast and did not go out to experience have already patronized his business. It seems that it is difficult to become a celebrity.

Eh! ! It was just a matter of cleaning up the inventory. Did it cause such a big commotion? But think about it, there is nothing you can do about it. Gold will shine no matter where it is, for people like us who are so popular. It is destined to lead the times.

I brushed my bangs on my forehead like a flower, and thought coquettishly, while calling the adventurers who were still looking at me expectantly, I'm sorry, everyone, please close the stall, and if I sell it again, the Mages Guild and others The stall owners in the trade market are going to blacklist me.

The adventurers who came in a hurry left with disappointment and had no choice. Who told me to be late? Just when I wanted to see the last blue heavy buckle put away, and then close the stall and leave. The sound of slight footsteps came. Now we are also a person who has seen the world, so just based on the soft and rhythmic footsteps, without raising his head, he roughly guessed the other person's occupation - it should be An assassin.

At the same time, a pair of white and tender hands came out the moment I picked up the blue heavy buckle belt and grabbed the other side of the heavy buckle belt. I immediately frowned.

"I'm sorry, guest, the stall has been closed and I won't buy any more."

With such an unreasonable behavior, if you meet a stall owner with a bad temper, he may think you are here to rob.

"Don't say that, brother stall owner, don't you still have the goods? Just let me take a look."

A soft voice that was as sweet and sticky as honey, making people feel numb, sounded from my ears. The familiar voice and the natural charm made me raise my head with my eyes wide open.

Her watery eyes reveal infinite charm, and her beautiful yet childish loli face can make a man fall in love with her. She is petite and exquisite, but should be erect, and her devilish figure should be upturned. They all exude a seductive charm that makes people burst with desire and want to press them down and humiliate them...

Enemies meet on a narrow road, enemies meet on a narrow road, and it's you, the assassin, again, didn't you say that there will be no end in sight? Why do you still have to pester me? Every time I meet you, I will lose money. I am afraid of you. Please keep a hundred meters away from now on... No, it is best to be ten kilometers away. I beg you.

And what I don’t know is that at this moment, Lucia is also a little strange. Ever since she was messed up by a group of dwarfs in the forest, and she was rescued by that stupid businessman who was as stupid as a papaya, the faces of the four people in the team have changed. I am somewhat disgraced. I have always been hailed as an elite team, but I am actually being chased around by a group of dwarves?

After realizing that there was a sense of arrogance and complacency in the team, Lucia decisively chose to return to the city, calm down, reflect, put down her mentality, and face the new environment and new enemies seriously.

Today, Lucia, who was pondering in the hotel, decided to come out for some air and visit the trade market. Women always have a special interest in shopping, and maybe we can see her there...

Thinking of this, she was suddenly shocked. What was wrong with her? Why was she always thinking about that idiot recently? Moreover, a place like the trading market would probably be looked down upon by that idiot. If it were him, he would be hiding mysteriously in a corner wearing that weird black clothes. Think you're cool and wave to the adventurers passing by.

Recalling the first meeting, Lucia's captivating eyes curved up, and her seductive red lips curled up, making the men passing by stare blankly. If there was a telephone pole in front of them, If so, I believe that a classic bloody tragedy will appear immediately.

Originally I just came out casually, but it was already quite late, after walking around in the trade market. Lucia's face was full of disappointment. Sure enough, like Lu Gaoyin, although the equipment level was a little higher, the equipment sold for sale were all junk attribute equipment. As an elite adventure team, Lucia was not interested in such things. Wouldn't even look at it.

Just when she wanted to go back, she suddenly saw a strange scene. A large group of adventurers are gathering at the same place, and the adventurers coming out of it all have happy faces. It is obvious at a glance that they have encountered something good. Judging from a place like the trade market, there are ten **You should have bought something good.

Out of curiosity. Lucia followed the crowd and walked over, but after walking for a while, the adventurers in front suddenly dispersed and turned away one by one with sad faces. Muttering something like "It's a pity" and "The stall is closed", Lucia saw the other adventurers dispersed. She originally wanted to turn back, but the moment the crowd dispersed, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure broke into her. The sight of her made her heart tighten suddenly as if being grasped by a big hand.

Is it that person? Probably not, although the figure looks similar. But he won't be so high-profile, and he always wears weird black clothes. Thinking about this, Lucia unknowingly moved away and moved forward. When the other party was about to put away the last piece of equipment, Lucia couldn't understand why she did this, maybe it was the so-called woman's intuition. Her hand grabbed it.

There can be no rush. Don't be impatient, she doesn't know herself now. I can't show any flaws.

I recovered from the surprise in an instant, and a red alarm flashed in my heart, warning myself like this, and then I forced a gentle smile of a businessman from my mouth, and lowered my voice a little bit.

"Sorry, this Miss Assassin has already closed her stall."

Seeing the ordinary face that the other party raised, Lucia felt puzzled in her heart. It looked similar, but not very similar. To say it looked similar was just a woman's intuition. To say it didn't look like it meant that there were many places and the dress didn't look like it. , the personality is not the same, and the voice is not the same.

"Brother, stall owner, just let me take a look. Can you just delay it for a little while?"

Lucia blinked her eyes pitifully and said, no, she couldn't just let him go. She couldn't figure out the reason. She just felt that she couldn't miss even a glimmer of possibility like this. Thinking back to that fool, she laughed and rolled on her stomach. I clenched my teeth in anger for a moment, humming, I don’t believe that I can’t find out your true identity.

"Okay... okay, just this belt, see if the properties are suitable. Hurry up."

With a roll of my eyes, I reluctantly agreed. Instead of trying to pull each other off like this, it would be better to make a quick deal and then break up.

Although the purpose was not to buy a belt, Lucia calmly glanced at the properties of the belt, and then her eyes were blank.

The belt of skills

Defense: 6

Durability: 18-18

Strength points required: 45

Required Level: 21

+5 agility

There is no doubt that this belt should be the best choice for assassins below the gold level. It is better than the one I am wearing. If I have to say it has a shortcoming, it is that the strength requirement is a bit higher. If it is a buckle belt, Even if it's a sash, the assassin doesn't pay much attention to this little defense gap.

"Brother stall owner, I want this belt."

Her eyes lit up, Lucia said with a smile, if she was just suspicious of the other party's identity at first, then now, this belt has become one of her goals.

"Well, okay, the price is... the price is..."

I probably dropped the price tag when I was pulling the floor, so I lowered my head and looked around.

"Is this it? Well, let me see, is it 6,000 gold coins? Wow, brother stall owner, you are such a good person." Lucia, who was sharp-eyed, noticed the price tag first, picked it up and took a look, and couldn't help but sigh, no wonder those who bought it Adventurers here are so happy.

Take the price tag from the opponent's hand. I took a gloomy look at the price above, and it was indeed 6,000. Normally I wouldn't be so entangled, but I'm a normal man, so it's okay to hold a grudge, so I ignored it. The brain flipped the price tag down and blurted it out.

"No. You read it wrong. It's 9,000 gold coins."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Oh - I am a pig. I am really a pig. Can 6000 be regarded as 9000 if I turn it upside down? He actually resorted to such a method that even a child couldn't frighten, and now he was doomed.

Seeing the other party's expression and tone, Lucia was in a trance for a while, and the look on her face became even more suspicious, like. It's so similar, especially in terms of this "stingy character who cares about everything".

"Haha, I'm just kidding. I couldn't help but make a little joke when I saw such a beautiful Miss Assassin." A cold wind blew by, and I suddenly woke up and immediately laughed exaggeratedly, trying to make amends. It's not too late.

However, my superb acting skills obviously didn't work. The assassin sister kept her puzzled expression unchanged and moved her face closer, so close that her alluring body fragrance became rich in my nose.

Woohoo~~, little Jasmine, stop reading and come and save me, your master.

I took a step back with my face. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Princess Sanwu who looked like she hadn't seen anything and was still looking at the book.

"Brother stall owner, have we met somewhere?" Lucia stared at the other person's eyes closely and got straight to the point.

"Is...is that so? With someone as popular as me...ahem, and so popular, it's not surprising that I was mistaken. You must have recognized the wrong person." Calm down, you must be calm at this time. Absolutely no flaws should be exposed. I responded "calmly" while rubbing my nose with my hand.

"Although the appearance is a bit ordinary, the character is not ordinary at all. They are really similar." Lucia asked aggressively, striding forward, as if she wanted to put her eyes on the other person's face.

"Are you beating around the bush and saying I'm a weirdo?"

I was immediately unhappy, as was the assassin sister, and so was Omus. Why did everyone misunderstand me? Where in the world can you find a popular and universal man like me? I can't find it even with a lantern! !

This seems a bit contradictory, forget it, I didn’t pass Chinese language anyway...

"Is that so? I'm sorry, stall owner brother, you look too much like a friend of mine."

Seeing that I was unhappy, the assassin mm stuck out her cute little tongue, and seemed to know how to stop when she was ready. She finally pushed back her oppressive body. Well, it was really oppressive. Her face was still separated. Within a few moments, the tip of the man's impish-sized breasts were already pressing down on his body...

"That's it, I'm still in a hurry."

Taking the four fragmented gems from the assassin sister, I hurriedly rolled up the blanket and pulled Princess Sanwu away with her head buried in a book.

"How many bottles of potions were thrown away?"

Suddenly there was a familiar voice in my ears, and I felt a trance in my heart, so I subconsciously answered.

"What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."

Haha, fooling, you want to fool me? Let me tell you, I grew up watching Grandpa Zhao's sketches since I was a child. I looked at each other with confused eyes, and a trace of pride flashed in my eyes.

"It seems that I really saw the wrong person. I'm sorry to bother you, stall owner brother." The assassin sister's eyes clearly flashed with disappointment, and the speed of running alongside me also slowed down, and she gradually fell behind. Leshenji has given up.

"Obviously he lied to me for thirty broken gems last time..." The last faint voice came from his ears.

"You're talking nonsense. There are only fifteen fragmented gems, and I lost money in the end." I stopped suddenly, turned around and pointed at the assassin sister and shouted loudly. Being framed like this, as a moral and principled person As a businessman, I naturally can't let it go.

What caught his eye was the assassin sister's squinting eyes and a sly smile like a little fox.

"Brother Merchant, it's so hard for you to hide this from me..." With this coquettish expression, she swooped up and took my arm, which was still petrified, affectionately. The others looked like a sweet couple.

But that's not the case at all.

"I had a lot of fun last time while I was in a state of misfortune (An: My mother). It seems that we are going to have a serious business deal. (An: I won't kill you this time). Do you think so? Businessman brother?"

The breath I exhaled against my ear was like a blue sound, but it was like a devil's curse, driving me down into the abyss.

"Omas, are you ready for teleportation?"

With a sullen face, I asked quietly behind Omas in a half-dead tone. Omas, who was tinkering with something, suddenly shuddered and jumped back shouting "Ghost!" before he got over his panic. The old face turned around.

Are you brave enough to be the leader of the alliance? Isn't it because I have done too many things to my detriment? Faced with Omus's frightened expression, I gave a disdainful sigh.

"Elder, don't scare me. I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you like this?"

After seeing clearly that it was me, Omus quickly patted his heart, which was so frightened that he was jumping, and looked curiously at my thin and pale face, which looked like I was too drunk. After looking at the taciturn Princess Sanwu behind me, I couldn't help but sigh and said with a lot of heart.

"I have long heard that the elder has a beautiful maid by his side, but you must also pay attention to your health and don't overindulge."

"I'll let you die. I'm asking if the teleportation is ready."

I gritted my teeth and glanced at Omus. I really wasn't in the mood to complain about him now. Ever since the little fox discovered my identity, I haven't had even a second of peace of mind. I don’t know how she found out about my little villa and came to my door every day to pester me. However, the little Princess Sanwu refused to help at the critical moment. The little ghost slept like a dead pig. There was no one around her who could help me. There is no one to help him make suggestions to deal with that cunning little fox...

Thinking of the nightmare-like life these days, I almost collapsed. Oh my god, please strike a huge thunder. Please send me or that little vixen through time, I really can't stand it anymore.

Seeing that I was in a bad mood, Omas was rarely funny. He led me to the central platform of the central area and entered the high tower.

"Master Elder, are you going back to Rogge's camp?"

Standing in the center of the teleportation array, a black-robed mage asked in a routine confirmation.

"Anywhere is fine, as long as I can get out of here as soon as possible..."

She glanced at him with a faint look. The mage broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a flash of light. The next moment, we have appeared at the... teleportation station in Rogge Camp?

Hey hey? ! !

My eyes widened in disbelief. Standing on the high platform of the teleportation array, looking down at the teleportation square and the soldiers guarding around the teleportation station, what kind of show is this? Shouldn't teleportation appear in the underground teleportation room of the Mage Guild? Why are you here? Can anyone tell me what's going on? What if I teleport on a whim, wouldn't I make a big fool of myself now?

"Sir Elder, you are back."

In a daze, a respectful voice came over. I quickly shook my head and came back to my senses. When I turned around, I saw a familiar and delicate face coming into my sight. Oh, I remembered, this one looked familiar. Soldier Rogge, isn't that the old drunkard who disappeared for no reason when I was doing auditory training a few days ago, causing me to help her handle a lot of things? The one who I have met several times, what is the number of the brigade? Which team is there? What's that name?

"Sir Elder, I am the captain of the fifth team of the second team, Wright and Harmans."

Seeing my expression of surprise and confusion, this clever young man didn't think so. I think she must have been used to the old drunkard's style, but she never remembers people's names.

Although I wanted to ask something from this soldier named Wright, considering that he was just a squad leader, he probably didn’t know much. After a few pleasantries, I said goodbye and strode away from the teleportation square. came out, vaguely, I felt that when this situation occurred, it should be the miser and his group of research madmen who fiddled with something from the design paper of optimizing the long-distance transmission scroll given by Tarasha. He swore at the time that It can be thoroughly researched in about a year, and now it has been more than half a year. The accident just now must be a partial result of the research in all likelihood.

I must have become the first guinea pig to use this semi-improved remote teleportation station. Thinking of this, I can't help but sweat. If I want to say what is the most untrustworthy thing in Rogge's camp, one is the old drunkard. Talk nonsense, and the second is the research results of the miser. Should I be grateful that I have not been transported to another world? No, maybe I am already in another dark plane now...

After leaving the square, I greeted familiar people all the way, and soon returned to my little home in the Mages Guild. Ah, little Willas, little Sarah, and my precious daughter, I'm back.

I opened the tent door, but there was no one. When I opened the door, there was still no one. It was strange. Where had everyone gone? I suddenly clapped my hands. Oh, they should all be in the training camp. It happens to be afternoon now. Most likely. Vilas at home might also be studying hard.

After wandering around the Mage Guild, under the guidance of a certain mage, I finally found Vilas in the open space behind the guild. Oh, the damn miser is not bad. Not only did he open a small stove for Vilas alone, but he even had a training ground. It's personal. Seeing that he has good intentions, I'll just check off the previous account... and drop one-tenth of it.

"drink--"

Willas, who is usually as kind and docile as a reindeer, is now surrounded by a faint layer of thunder. Her delicate little face, which always has a gentle smile, now shows a completely different serious look. She let out a sweet drink and lingered. The thunder and lightning on her body began to slowly concentrate on her hands. After about five or six seconds, a thunderball the size of a table tennis ball had gathered in the palm of her hand, and a layer of crystal sweat was faintly reflected from the corners of her hair. It seemed that it had reached its limit. With a gentle push of the jade hand, the small thunder ball in the palm of the hand turned into a white light and penetrated into the ground. Then it turned into an electric arc and flashed through. In an instant, it hit the target more than ten meters away, followed by an explosion. , the wooden target was suddenly blown into several pieces.

Well, this should be the mage's first-level electric charge bomb, but it is much weaker, and if it is used by a real mage, even the first-level one can produce three arcs...

Vilas, who was so focused that she didn't notice my arrival, waved her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her forehead, took several deep breaths, raised her hands again, and her body flashed with lightning again.

"..."

I just watched Vilas' hard work quietly. Even during practice, she was still wearing the hard-working maid uniform, as if she was ready to go home to wash and cook at any time.

His vision blurred unconsciously. How many times had he been touched by this girl? It's not the first time, and it's definitely not the last time. When I recall every bit of contact with Vilas, my heart always overflows with sweetness, followed by a burst of guilt. She has paid so much for herself and this family. I gave up the peaceful life I longed for and left my only relative. Everything at home was taken care of by her. It seemed that whenever I thought of something, she had already prepared it for me. In addition, I had to find time to practice. magic……

When the second electric arc was swung out, in a blur, I had walked behind Vilas and gently hugged her petite body from behind. How much burden were carried on these weak shoulders? How can I repay this girl who has given everything to me...