Before Sherlock could ask questions, Newt recognized what was in his hand, took it from his hand, and then took out a book from the bookshelf and started flipping through it.
"It's true, it's really Silver Flower. No matter the shape, color, texture, fragrance or the unique metallic texture, it's exactly the same as described in the book." Newt pointed to the picture in the book and said to him: "Fire Tree Silver Flower, since you have
As for Yinghua, she must know where the fire tree grows."
Sherlock also read the description in the book. The growth of the Fire Tree and Silver Flower has extremely strict conditions. It can only take root deep in the ground. It must use the fire of the earth as the soil and the essence of silver as the nourishment to grow smoothly. It is a kind of flower.
It is an extremely rare plant, and it is indeed very consistent with the scene he saw. It should be right.
"I also collected the fire tree!" When he saw Newt asking, he simply took out the huge tree trunk as well.
"You, you actually cut it off, you..., do you know how rare the Fire Tree and Silver Flower is? This is simply a waste of resources." Newt was obviously very angry. An adult Fire Tree and Silver Flower can continuously produce silver.
Damn it, this is a precious material that is only a little lower than mithril.
"I may not have the chance to go to that place a second time, so I can only collect it."
Sherlock didn't expect the other party to have such a big reaction, so he could only say. In fact, if he knew how precious the silver essence represented by these silver flowers was, he might not have been able to make a decision to collect them directly from the tree trunks.
"Forget it, natural things should naturally take their own course." After hearing Sherlock's explanation, Newt calmed down and picked up the silver flower again and said, "You have collected a few flowers in total. If you add silver flowers during incubation,
If it is refined, the effect should be better."
"18 flowers, how many do you need?"
"Of course, the more, the better. Give me a few branches by the way."
Sherlock actually didn't want to use all the silver flowers on his pets, but with Newt's character, if he said he wanted to keep two and couldn't give any suitable reasons, it would definitely lower their favorability.
"Then add them all." Anyway, in the end it was all his own. He reluctantly handed over the 18 silver flowers and two branches, and then asked: "Newt, what about the fire tree trunk and
What else does a branch do?"
"That would have many uses, but for you..." Newt said while arranging the environment for hatching: "Twigs can be used as materials for alchemy and medicine, and the Ranger's mechanism skills are also needed to make wands.
It should be good too, the tree trunk has similar uses, and a lot of wooden equipment can be made at this size."
Newt arranged the silver ore in a certain way, then laid the silver flowers, branches and sapphires in the center of the silver ore pile, and finally carefully placed the pet egg on top.
"Ready." Newt clapped his hands and said, "Oh, by the way, if you want to make equipment, you can go to Thorin, the only high-level blacksmith in the town. Although he is more greedy and selfish than ordinary dwarves, his craftsmanship is really good.
Yes, but you'd better wait until the pet hatches before looking for him."
"Why?" When he heard about the senior blacksmith, Sherlock had already thought of how to cook the tree trunk.
"This is a surprise. You'll find out when you come back in two days." Newt blinked his left eye, showing a rare playful expression, and then drove him out of the pet store.
Since Newt asked him to wait until the pet hatches, he is not in a hurry for two days. Before the night has passed, he will quickly go to the market to exchange all his gains in the past few days for cash, and then use the money to collect some
Druid level 15 equipment and skill book.
Although he has only received 30% of the items in the past few days, part of which was exchanged for silver ore, but based on the huge base, he still accumulated more than a dozen pieces of ordinary and sophisticated equipment, three or four skill books of various colors, plus
The loot from the final BOSS battle is still worth a lot of money in bits and pieces.
After putting the unused equipment and materials on the stall, and finally putting the interference turban on display, Sherlock waited for the buyer. Although he couldn't wear this excellent equipment, he couldn't bear to sell it directly. If he could
It would be best to change to a piece of equipment that suits you.
The extraordinary charm of the excellent equipment quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.
"Here, who is this? He's selling excellent equipment, and I'm still wearing a blank slate."
"Damn it, the mage artifact, with this texture and defense, my mother no longer has to worry about me being killed." A player who clearly looked like a mage swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stared at the purple-light interference helmet on the stall.
said.
"With a hundred more magic powers, I can cast two more spark spells."
"What do you know? That attached skill is the real bug." This player saw the key point at a glance.
"It can't be some studio selling it, right? Look at the other things on his stall. They are all level 15 equipment and skills."
"It's possible that ordinary teams simply can't get these things."
As the players discussed, the items on Sherlock's stall continued to decrease. Only the skill book Explosive Rock Thorn has not been sold because the price he set was a bit high, 6,000 gold, for a skill book.
It's already a super high price.
But for the real donors, this little money is not a big deal. What matters is that the items are good enough, and the Explosive Rock Thorn is obviously worth the price.
Sure enough, after the news spread, someone rushed in soon after, and immediately bought the explosive rock thorn, and then said breathlessly: "Fortunately, I ran fast!"
"Isn't that the year when the flowers bloomed and the gun came out like a dragon?" Players around immediately recognized who it was.
"Damn it, the gun is like a dragon, you are playing dirty tricks." As the players exclaimed, another figure squeezed forward.
"Why, glory is unparalleled, so you are allowed to play rogue with glory?" Qianchu Rulong looked at each other with a proud face, and said jokingly: "Anyway, things have bloomed since our time, so you can bite me if you dare."
It turns out that they were from Nian Huakai and Glory. The feud between these two guilds lasted for more than a day or two. When Nian Huakai first developed, it was severely suppressed by Glory, and the guild was almost disbanded several times.
It later developed into a situation where members of both parties would fight each other every time they met. Now the quarrels are just verbal and have been restrained.
While the two were still bickering, two players, a man and a woman, slowly walked over and pointed at the last piece of equipment and asked: "How can I sell the jamming headscarf? Give me a price. We, the Prosperous Dynasty, will take it."
"They are the twin stars of the Prosperity Dynasty, Di Sikong and Wu Zetian. Didn't their guild develop on the Dragon Coast? Why did they come to Redwood Town?" There were many well-informed people among the crowd.
It was not surprising that the two big guilds Huakai and Glory appeared together that year. I didn’t expect someone from the Shengshi Dynasty to be in Sequoia Town, but I didn’t know what the purpose of these two people coming to Sequoia Town.
Sherlock thought for a while and finally expressed his request: "I need a piece of equipment of the same level suitable for druids. You can also exchange it with special prop drawings or skill books."
"Thirty thousand, I'll take the equipment, and we will recognize you as a friend." At this time, Glory Wushuang who was on the side also came over and said, with a hint of the arrogance of a first-class guild in his tone that could not be refused.
"Hmph." As if dissatisfied with Gongrong Wushuang's interruption, Wu Zetian snorted coldly: "We can even afford thirty thousand in our prime."
