Rick is just in need of Zhenyan to help him advance to a first-level professional, and he is unwilling to let go of any opportunity.

As he slowly approached, a hint of joy appeared on Rick's Ancient Jing Wubo's face.

This "pseudo-wizard" lady seems to have done a lot of homework. In these bottles, a bottle of light yellow particles is mixed with a piece of abyss magic core fragments that are as big as a blade.

The aura of the fragment was already very weak, but Rick was very happy. It was a great luck to find such an abyss among ordinary items.

Previously, Old Wade had explained to him the source of the bracelet with the abyss, which made Rick temporarily extinguish the idea of ​​finding mysterious antiques.

The thing was discovered from the "Good Come Again" black market, and the rumors were circulated from the Holy Dove of Peace and the aristocratic class.

If it weren't for being forced to do so at that time, Old Wade wouldn't have touched such sensitive things. If he wanted to buy such things, he could only go "go again".

"Go again" the business alliance, just fought with the Us Empire and was more sensitive to diplomacy, Rick could only give up this idea for the time being.

"Mysterious Wizard, can you delay a few minutes?" Rick's smile was closed, and his hard expression satisfied the woman in the black robe.

The wooden stick was kicked off the ground, and the woman in black robe still raised her chin, but her voice became a little more gentle: "Tell me, I'll give you a chance to explain."

Rick raised his eyebrows calmly, his voice becoming more humble: "I yearn for mysterious witchcraft, but I have been struggling to find no way. Today I met Lord Wizard, so I want to ask for advice..."

Sure enough, the woman in the black robe had a more revolutionary friendship with Comrade Rick, who also pursued the pace of a great wizard: "You are very good, you understand your weakness and pursue strength." This sentence seemed to be telling yourself, and the woman in the black robe had a little more melancholy in her expression: "What do you want to ask? Say it." There was a little less slight resistance in her voice and a little more closeness.

Rick quickly praised the woman in black robe, and then made a "reasonable" requirement to see those bottles and jars.

Speaking of those bottles and jars, the woman in black robe suddenly became energetic. She ignored the difference between men and women and immediately grabbed Rick's hand and explained it to him as much as possible: "Look, the bottle is filled with black bass blood, the bottle is filled with some horned wild sheep powder, and that bottle..."

To be honest, it was the first time that Rick was held by the opposite sex except his mother. The other party's hand was soft and without calluses in the mother's palm. It was smooth and cool, and it was very comfortable to touch.

When the little fat man saw this scene, he was shocked: "This guy is a good method, and he fooled my sister in just a few words." He was not worried that his sister would suffer a loss. If his sister hadn't talked about witchcraft all day long, those passionate men would not dare to get close to him, and would have gotten married and had children long ago.

By clichés with Old Wade, the little fat man also knew that this small caravan belonged to Rick. At this age, having his own small caravan has become a successful career.

You know, when old Wade, who had fought all his life, had only five or six Shatuo beasts around him when he was the strongest.

So, seeing that his sister is so close to Rick, the fat man not only did not stop him, but instead asked the people around him to give them a "two-spatial space".

Looking at the woman in black robe who was talking nonstop, Rick wanted to enjoy more hands-on fun, but he still asked in a disgrace: "What is in that bottle?" Rick pointed to the yellow particles bottle containing magic core fragments.

The woman in black robe frowned and pondered for a moment. She didn't seem to be very impressed by the bottle placed in the corner: "It seems...it seems to be the erupted volcanic ashes." The woman in black robe was not sure, so she simply took off the bottle and threw it directly into Rick's hand. "You can't remember it either."

Rick was secretly happy. He originally wanted to exchange things, so he saved it now.

The whole left hand reached into the large-diameter square bottle. Rick stroked a few times and touched a cold piece of debris at his fingertips.

With the thought moving, the fragment quickly disappeared into Rick's fingertips. A black iron mantra was added to his mind. Although there was only one, it was also a surprise.

Pretending to act, he chatted with the woman in black robe. Under the other party's reluctance to leave, Rick returned to his caravan.

In the next few days, the woman in black robe would start to talk to Rick about her opinions on "witchcraft", but when she saw that Rick always looked lazy, she suddenly lost interest and continued to hide herself in the small tent.

The little fat man came over from time to time and chatted with Old Wade. At the same time, he also used the chat to find out Rick's feet.

Old Wade did not give it for nothing. Not only did he not reveal Rick's information, but he found out a lot of caravans from the little fat man's mouth.

"Their caravan mainly carries some large materials, which are only available in large inland cities, so they make more money than our luxury goods." Old Wade poked the bonfire and added dry firewood, saying with some yearning.

Rick's small caravan is already very targeted, but it is still not as good as this large caravan with a deep foundation. The ones they transport are really hard currency and will never lose money.

Most people can't get such good things, so they have to do with connections. Old Wade had been in contact with such merchants before, and they were usually supported by aristocrats or related to a large factory.

Rick actually noticed that among the Shatu beasts transporting goods, several of them obviously didn't carry much, but their footprints were deeper than the Shatu beast next to them.

Once, Rick saw something thick in adult calves and wrapped in thick rainproof oil cloth, which was nearly two meters long, like a cannon barrel.

Rick told Old Wade about his discovery. The experienced old merchant just took a look and determined that it was a rebar axle.

"It should be smuggled to "good again". The steel industry over there is worse than Us, and it cannot forge such rebar axles..." Old Wade swore and looked at the pure steel axles, full of admiration.

If I transported it myself once, the entire caravan might be able to expand its scale. Unfortunately, it is a forbidden item. Not to mention touching it, people rarely even see it.

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In the brand new tent, due to the rising temperature outside, he was already a little stuffy. After getting up and washing up, Rick lifted up the tent and found that everyone was busy.

Looking up at the sky, the hot fireball was still trying hard to release his heat. The rolling heat waves came to his face, and the coolness on his body was instantly washed away by the gushing sweat.

Getting used to being savory, Rick helped the caravan load the goods and set off soon.
Chapter completed!