Lord of Secrets

Talim sat on the tree trunk, looking at the blazing sun, chewing willow leaves in a bored manner, and then prayed devoutly: "May the Mother God bless me, and may Mr. 'Dream Weaver' bless me.

He came to the Vipon Valley in advance, waiting for the night to fall, hoping to gain something tonight. For example, the news of unicorns and tricolor vines. After all, even if he is a "pharmacist", it is not easy to find these things in the forest.

After Miss "Power" gave him the water from the underwater spring, he began to prepare for promotion. Now he is a "pharmacist" at the 7th position of fate.

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"Don't take it too seriously. You have to get used to what I say. After all, the prophet is like this. Otherwise, how can the nobles trust you?" Suddenly, Hammos spoke.

"Old man, this is what you want to teach me, how to weave lies?" Ubemo complained.

"Speciousness always beats the truth. What people need is lies, not the truth. "Hamos's dark eyes looked at Ubermo and said meaningfully.

"But if you can choose, don't stay in Yuri, because Yuri is already like a taut string, and it only takes one opportunity to fall into the flames of war."

"What do you think of Feroza and the other two kingdoms?" Ubermo pondered.

"Although I have lived in Yuri since I was a child, I don't care much about Yuri's survival." Suddenly, Hammos said.

Looking at the other party saying very dangerous words with a serious expression, Ubermo was a little worried about the consequences of this.

Hamos seemed to see through Ubermo and continued: "To be honest, the ordinary people of Yuri no longer care about Yuri's survival, because such a life is tormenting. They hope that someone can unify Yuri. As for who stands up, they don't care at all. "

"For the Feroza Empire, the Kingdom of Kredi and the Republic of Ren, these wars were a hundred years ago. The people have long forgotten these things, and instead envy the lives of Feiens, Kru and Sos. "

These places are colonies of the three countries in the southern continent. They were occupied from the countries in the southern continent in the war that broke out more than 200 years ago.

"As for me, I don't have too many ideas. War is an unchanging melody. There will always be unity and division." Hammos sighed.

"I hope that the southern continent and the northern continent can be unified."

"Old man, I didn't see you still have such an idea." Ubemo said.

...

Night has fallen. Tealim patted his cloak lightly, jumped to the ground, pulled up his hood, and walked slowly towards the camp in the valley.

At this moment, some people have come to the tents in the camp. The orange light of the kerosene lamp shines, and from time to time, there are human figures shaking.

Tealim approached the small trading street that was simply arranged. There were several big men guarding the gate in front. He looked to the left and right. Most of them were wearing cloaks, trying to hide their identities.

At this time, a man in front stopped Tealim, looked at his thin figure, and said in a rough voice:

"Ticket 1 Cray! "

The language of Kredi was not difficult for him to master, especially since he used to live near Kredi and there were many merchants from Kredi.

Seeing this, Tealim handed 1 krei to the other party.

At this time, he continued, "Do you need a stall?"

Tealim just thought about it and decided to refuse, as he had nothing to sell.

At this time, the man continued, "With a stall, you can sell and buy things, otherwise you can only trade things in the valley."

After thinking for a while, Tealim said, "How much money do you need?"

"The lowest level is 5 krei!" the big man replied immediately.

"5 krei! ”

It’s so expensive, equivalent to 5 pounds in Feroza, and it’s the lowest level...Tealim sighed a little at the other party’s treachery, but still reluctantly handed over 5 grams to the other party.

As long as he gets specific information, he doesn’t have to worry about the money. The two things should add up to 500 pounds, and the money paid is probably just a few dozen pounds.

The big man took the banknotes and said, "Are you sure you don’t want a higher stall? This way, if you need to buy something, more people will notice your stall."

"If you are willing to pay more, I can also mention your stall to the traders passing by."

This is really not letting go of any way to make money...Tealim glanced at the other party and said, "No need!"

"What a pity!"

The big man shook his head and didn’t continue to sell. He then told the person next to him, "Take our guests to tent No. 45. "

When he was led to the stalls, Trium looked at the few stalls inside. There were all kinds of materials and items, but most of them were low-grade materials, and some old things that looked mysterious but had no use at all.

Even if a unicorn horn appeared here, he would not buy it directly. He did not have that much money, unless some ignorant people set the price very low.

"Sir, this valley trade fair is held by our master, and has a very good reputation. We are not only the organizers, but also the law enforcers. No one dares to make trouble here."

"So, the entrance fee is also necessary. After all, no one wants to harm their own interests."

The other party did a good job in publicity, and also knew how to let people explain privately to ease the traders' dissatisfaction with the entrance fee... Listening to the waiter's words, Tealim nodded slightly.

Soon, he came to the half-open tent near the back, where there were low chairs and long plank tables, with thick ink pens and some cardboard on them.

The other party was really good at doing business. There were about 60 stalls here, and the lowest was 5 krei, adding up to about 500 krei in revenue, not including tickets... and the service attitude was good... Tealim went forward and sat on the chair.

"Sir, if you have anything to tell us!" The waiter said to Tealim.

Tealim nodded immediately, and then said: "I know!"

The waiter left immediately after hearing this.

Tealim picked up the ink pen and wrote on the cardboard:

"Want to buy: news about unicorns and tricolor vines."

Then he put it on the bracket in front of the tent, stood it up, and returned to the wooden chair to sit.

Time passed slowly, the blue moonlight became clearer, and the gathering became more lively. Many figures were projected in the tent, but Tealim squinted his eyes in boredom.

No one patronized his stall, which made him a little bored. He opened his eyes from time to time, watching the traders glance at his purchase GG, and then left for other stalls.

More than ten minutes passed, and seeing that the gathering tonight might end in a few dozen minutes, Tealim was ready for no gain.

As for the materials required by Ms. "World", he might need to spend a long time searching.

But it doesn't matter, he can stay here for a while while consuming the secret medicine. As for the journey to the Far East, it shouldn't be that simple... Tealim sighed, he didn't go to the East recklessly because of that impulse.

Although part of the reason was that he didn't know where the specific location was, he might miss it by taking the train. But more importantly, he wanted to become a demigod, at least as a demigod, he might have the courage to face the unknown.

At this time, a man wearing a gray linen cloak walked into the tent of Tealim. The dim light and the shadow of the hood could not resist the sight of a "hunter".

The other party's skin was a little rough and dull, his face was covered with nasolabial folds, he had an aquiline nose and a pair of turbid black eyes.

He said in a low voice: "I have news about the three-color vine. How many kree can you pay?"

"10 kree!" Tealim immediately said the answer he had prepared long ago.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "It's a bit little!"

Tealim then said: "Not a small amount. There are three-color snakes living around the three-color vines. This is a very dangerous poisonous creature."

"Moreover, the three-color vine is only useful for its juice. Ordinary people will not dig it out. You can also trade with the next person."

The other party pondered and said: "Deal, but you must promise not to sell this news to others."

"How can you be sure that I won't sell it? Do you want to find a supernatural person like the "Judge" to sign a contract, or do you have a corresponding mysterious item?" Tealim said.

For most wild supernaturals, if you tell them about sealed objects, they may not understand. Instead, they will understand if you say "mysterious objects".

"And I don't know if the information you said is accurate."

"We can go to the owner here. He provides this service, but it requires a service fee. A transaction of 10 krays requires a service fee of 1 kray." The other party replied.

Too dark... Although this is not expensive, for the various behaviors of the organizers of the valley gathering, Tealim couldn't help but complain.

He looked at the other party, and the other party seemed to know Tealim's thoughts and immediately said: "You pay the fee!"

"If you don't even pay this fee, then we will terminate the transaction!"

Hearing the other party's words, Tealim glanced at him, and then muttered: "I suddenly have an inspiration again."

The other party didn't seem to care what Tealim muttered, just wanted to know his big answer.

Then he said to the other party: "Let's trade!"

Tealim took out an ink pen, crossed out the words "three-color vines", and then wrote the words "Please wait for the transaction" below.

Then he followed the other party out of the stall and came to a black tent deep inside. A waiter stood outside and saw the two of them and said, "Please wait for a moment. I will go in and report."

Tealim nodded to the other party and stood outside waiting.

After a while, the waiter told the two of them that they could go in.