Mage with knife

"Lord City Lord, this must be a treasure. Such a small black stone weighs at least ninety pounds. It can't be so heavy for no reason, right?" Old Shuke was more practical and took out one from his space bag.

Small black stones.

Dick took it in his hand and weighed it. Old Shuke was not lying. Logically speaking, such a small stone weighing one or two would be good, but it actually weighed eighty or ninety kilograms.

Dick's mental power searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the way out.

"Old Shuke, I can't figure out what this thing is. However, there is only one piece like this. Even if you refine a weapon, the weight is too small." Dick didn't want to lie.

Some precious ores are the materials for making weapons. Good weapons are the second life of a cultivator. Some precious ores are several times or even dozens of times more expensive than elixirs of the same level. Hundreds of times are possible.

"You don't know the city lord, either?"

"Nothing strange. I'm a spiritual wine master, not a blacksmith." Is there a specialization in the arts?

"Lord City Lord, the forging master in our city has also seen the black stones that Old Shuke received, and he said he didn't see what they were." An adventurer next to him said.

"It seems that this black stone is not a commonly used forging material." The materials that the blacksmith is proficient in are also limited, no one is a jack of all trades, right?

"Lord City Lord, how about you give me a price and I can sell it to you." Old Shuke seems to have given up. No one knows whether it's a treasure or not, and no one can use it. It's all in vain. Even so.

Like the magic crystal core of a holy beast, without a saint-level spiritual wine master, no matter how valuable it is, it's still nothing if you give it to you, right?

"Old Shuke, you are talking nonsense. I don't even know what this is. How can I bid?"

"How about one hundred pieces of intermediate magic gold?" Lao Shuke asked.

"Not so good." Dick shook his head, "I said, if this thing can be used as a forging material, it will be too little. Don't you even think about what kind of thing can be forged with a mere ninety kilograms of material? Old Shuke

, the sword in my hand weighs over a thousand kilograms after all."

Old Shuke understood what Dick meant. A piece of black stone weighs ninety kilograms and is so small. Even if it is really a treasure, the forged weapons...are indeed too few and meaningless.

"Tell me where you found this stone, and I'll give you 10,000 pieces of intermediate magic gold." Suddenly a middle-aged man came in and picked up the black stone.

"Ten thousand yuan!" Many adventurers were shocked.

"Haha!" Dick laughed and stood aside to watch the fun.

Old Shuke recovered from the shock, and instead of getting excited, he looked at Dick. To put it bluntly, people in Trust City instinctively believed in Dick.

Old Shuke is old, and he is not a young boy. Can he swallow ten thousand pieces of intermediate magic gold? It will be fatal.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man obviously didn't know Dick. He watched Old Shuke look at Dick and frowned, "Lord City Lord?" The middle-aged man vaguely heard that the adventurer here called Dick, "Dick!

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"Market transactions are all voluntary. It doesn't matter who I am." Dick said.

The middle-aged man ignored Dick and looked at Old Shuke.

"Ten thousand pieces of intermediate magic gold, you give it to me first, and I will take you out to sea." Old Shuke gritted his teeth and said, adventurers, you have been prepared for death for a long time. Before you die, you can get 10,000 pieces of intermediate magic gold.

The magic gold should be left to his descendants. Lao Shuke felt that it was worth it even if he was killed and silenced overseas.

"Are you sure there are still such stones there?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I can't guarantee that our ship was anchored on an island and I accidentally picked it up." Old Shuke said, "So, I can't guarantee that there is such a mineral there. Maybe it was a cultivator who passed by and accidentally dropped it.

"

What Lao Shuke said was clear and logical, and there was nothing wrong with it.

They are all in the lake. After being involved in society for so long, Lao Shuke certainly knows the purpose of the middle-aged man. However, Lao Shuke really can't guarantee that there will be a mine there.

To put it bluntly, this requires middle-aged people to take a gamble. Once there is no such black stone mine, 10,000 pieces of intermediate magic gold will be wasted.

"Sure!" The middle-aged man didn't hesitate anymore and threw a space bag to Old Shuke, "Take me there."

Old Shuke took the space bag, counted it, and handed it to Dick: "Lord City Lord, if I can't come back, give it to my son."

Dick nodded and said nothing. This was a fair transaction in itself. For a middle-aged man, even if Old Shuke was killed and silenced, it was still in line with the rules and Dick couldn't stop him. Adventurers earn money by selling their lives.

"Wait!" The middle-aged man took a few steps and looked back at Dick, "Dick, once there is a mine, Trust City won't get involved, right?"

"Trust City will not. However, whether Holy Island will intervene is not up to me." Dick said honestly, "If you are not a Snowman... Haha!"

The middle-aged man understood what Dick said. If it weren't for the Snow people, this would be the Snow people's sea area. Do you want to occupy a mine? What do you want? The Snow people would confidently say that all the resources in this sea area are

It's from Snow, what's the problem?

For example, do you Snow people go to the islands in the Taiping Sea to mine? Do you really think that the Dragon Palace force is just a decoration? In the sea, the powerful Snow people are not willing to fight against the sea monster forces at sea.

The sea is the home of sea beasts.

Of course, if you are secretive enough and mine the mine secretly without the Snow people's eyes and ears, then it won't be a big deal.

However, a place that even low-level cultivators of adventurers can reach is definitely not far from Trust City. How far can the deep sea be to low-level cultivators, but to high-level cultivators or even saints?

"Lord Dick, if there is a mine, how about we share half of it with your Trust City family?" The middle-aged man weighed the pros and cons and decided to talk to Dick. It would be more troublesome to talk to Holy Island.

"Not good!" Dick shook his head, "First of all, I don't know what kind of mineral this is, what its value and significance are; secondly, if the value is huge, our Trust City can't save it, and it's impossible even if Holy Island doesn't intervene.

Last but not least, this is the territory of the Snow people after all, and I want to share the mineral resources of the Snow people... Do you think it is possible?"

Dick didn’t say anything yet. As a Snowman, I don’t know how much I weigh. Do I have the authority to make the decision? Foreign forces can do business on the coast of the Arctic Sea, but who dares to occupy the country?

A mine in Norren territory?

As for the cultivated elixir, that's another matter. Half of it is given to the Blackwater people, and the Snow people get it in vain. However, mineral resources are different.

"So there's no more talk?" The middle-aged man looked gloomy, and he was about to explode.

"Interesting! Do you think I, Dick, is easy to bully? Or am I too talkative? Huh!" Dick felt that he had explained clearly enough. The middle-aged man opposite actually wanted to bully the small? Even if you are a strong man in the Arctic State, it is too much.

Showing off.

"Boom!" Two powerful momentums collided together, and Dick instantly pulled out his sword. Who cares about you? Since you are hostile, just do it.