After the first arrest, Mark rubbed the merchant lady's exchange item with his fingers. He did not open it immediately to see what it was. Since the balance of fate approved this transaction, he would never lose much.
He turned his attention to the other two light balls.
This time, he decided to respond to the [Bacchus] type of appeal first.
[Dionysus] The power of the Church is weaker than that of Wealth. Although it believes in an independent Dionysus, most people believe that Dionysus is just a branch of the Church of Wealth.
[Bacchus] The value of power is really not great.
Another reason is simple: he wants to save the most delicious harvest for last.
…
A hundred miles away, an elegant male noble was dining.
But no one dared to say a word, whether it was the family members dining with him, the waiters accompanying him, or the guards guarding him.
An extremely depressing low pressure filled the dining room.
From time to time, everyone watched the male nobles put food into their mouths with a lot of spices, chewing it like wax.
When the young lady accidentally knocked her silver fork against the delicate porcelain plate and made a loud clang sound, she was so frightened that she cried on the spot: "I'm sorry, Rhine, I, I didn't mean to do it!"
Just as the expression on the face of the young nobleman on the throne changed, his soul was also grabbed by a hand of gray mist that appeared out of thin air, and suddenly disappeared...
When the young noble came back to his senses, what he saw was a mysterious man holding a goblet and drinking wine comfortably, leaning on a large throne in an elegant manner.
The mysterious man's face is wrapped in mist just like the aristocratic man.
After Mark made a different introduction, he received the same attitude of awe from the other party as the business lady just now.
Mark asked a similar question again.
He simply wanted to confirm the authenticity of the business lady's words: "What is [abnormality]..."
The male noble was obviously a little stunned. Perhaps due to the different levels of his knowledge, he shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I know a little, but not much. I only know that to obtain extraordinary power, you must join the church and be subject to it.
The church is under control and even has the church’s emblem engraved on family tattoos. The church takes a lot and gives very little. My family and I cannot accept this.”
Well, almost.
Mark probably knew that the orthodox churches had joined forces to create a monopoly.
This male aristocrat was even more vigilant. Even though Mark had already heard his voice in the sea of stars, at least on the surface the male aristocrat looked indifferent.
For a moment, Mark wanted to change his trading partner.
It's a pity that most of the guys who need Dionysian power have dim souls. Mark speculates that these guys are drunkards who want to soak in the wine vat and die drunk, and the benefits they bring him are even worse.
So Mark was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly proposed that he could provide Dionysian power.
The male noble was obviously very cautious: "I don't need an introductory rubbing of extraordinary power. If you can, give me a small extraordinary item so that I can taste the taste of exotic wine, then I will be satisfied."
This request made Mark's brain a little nervous.
Fortunately, the dice are so powerful that they actually changed the power of the rubbing and created a weakened version.
But, if there is no foreign country, can it be done in another world?
In a sense, the dice helped Mark create a lowest-level [anomaly] out of thin air.
The only problem was to intercept Mark's mind's taste of a wine - to cut his memory of the taste of that wine away forever.
Mark thought hard for a while, first he couldn't eliminate Moutai, and then after half a second of hard ideological struggle, he sold [Asahi Beer].
The transaction is completed.
The fantastic starry sky disappeared and he exited from the misty gray fog. Count Rhine was surprised to find that he still had a fork in his mouth and a delicious tasteless steak in his mouth.
"Your Excellency! Your Excellency?" Not only his wife, but also other family members and even the attendants all cast concerned glances.
Count Rhine was stunned for a moment, swallowed the food hard, put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth gracefully with a napkin, and then said: "How long have I been away just now?"
"Leave?" His wife was a little confused: "My dear, you were stunned just now."
"Is he just stunned...?" The count smiled bitterly. Everything that happened just now felt like a long dream. It couldn't be said to be frightening, but if he said it out loud, it would be enough to keep him going for several months.
This is also a very powerful daydream...
wrong!?
Rhine touched his waist and was surprised to find a portable iron flat wine bottle in his pocket.
This is a wine bottle only used by poor alcoholics who are addicted to alcohol and want to take a sip at any time.
A true Wright aristocrat would never use a wine bottle of this style, let alone unscrew the cap and drink directly from the bottle.
Under the strange gazes of everyone in the dining room, he took out the wine bottle from his pocket with his trembling left hand, refused the waiter's help, poured a little white wine into the goblet in front of him, and took a sip.
Far from being a mellow double-distilled wine, it has a cheap taste that sticks to your throat.
This should be very uncomfortable.
The next second, a drop of moved tears fell from Count Rhine's left eye.
Too long!
Too long!
Since he was assassinated and half of his tongue was destroyed by poison, he has lost his sense of taste and everything he eats is like chewing wax. This is the first time he has tasted real taste in the three years since he was injured.
The wine tastes bad, but true.
Count Rhine screamed in his heart: Oh my god! What did I miss!
Ignoring everyone's gaze, he turned to look at the guard standing tall beside the dining table: "Benister, my most loyal captain of the guard. Tell me, how long have I been in a daze just now?"
"Sir, it's about nine seconds, not more than ten seconds."
"Very good." Count Rhine wiped his mouth with a napkin again, and he made a decision in his heart...
…
Here, Mark watched as another light ball was obtained.
He decided to keep the blind box.
It's no fun to open a blind box alone. If you want to open it, just open a few at once.
Even if we are disappointed, we will not all be disappointed.
After carefully examining the 'starlight' in the sea of stars, Mark finally selected a large star that was located quite low but had a dazzling light.
The radiance of this star is no less than that of the soul stars in higher positions.
The key is that the frequency of his calls is quite high.
Hundreds of miles away, at the entrance of the Storm Church in a harbor.
"God of Storms! I beg you! Great Storm War Sacrifice! Please be kind--" A giant man with a height of two meters and a half knelt down at the door of the church, holding in his hand
Astonishingly, it was a female corpse that had begun to stink. There was a clear opening on the female corpse's neck, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell by looking at the knife marks that it came from a pirate scimitar.
He was crying loudly, but there were no tears, only dark tear stains on his face.
Because the tears have dried up.
At the door of the church, a rugged man with a lightning emblem on his chest, the muscles on his face kept trembling, and his eyes were full of tangles: "Conrad Fischer, let me say it again, the Church of Storms cannot agree to your request. Recently.
The church has mobilized a large number of experts to explore the Netherworld Sea, and there will be no extra strength to defeat the pirates of [Poisonous Hook]."
"At least! At least give me the introduction to power..." Conrad howled.
Zhanji still shook his head: "Given time, you will become a very good Son of the Storm. But potential does not mean strength. It takes time to redeem potential. You obviously can't wait. If you use the power of the Storm Lord to attack those pirates, you may still
It triggered a war between the two forces. So, I’m sorry!”
The Storm War Priest gritted his teeth and closed the door of the church ruthlessly.
At some point, a heavy rain poured down, and among the raindrops the size of soybeans, a gray mist suddenly surged out and enveloped the kneeling man.
When the big man named Conrad came back to his senses, what he saw was a demon whose whole body was burning with flames.
The opponent has the legendary devil's horns, a burly body, and a big fork filled with flames.
This appearance is really typical.
The opening remarks are even more classic.
"Mortal! Do you desire power?"
The big man was stunned for a moment and then reacted.
"Hahahaha! It turns out that there really are ghosts and gods in this world. I thought those extraordinary powers were tricks made by extraordinary beings. But it just so happens, I don't care if you are an evil god or a demon, just take whatever you like from me.
.That’s right! I must gain power! Extraordinary power to kill all my enemies!”
As soon as the giant man finished speaking, Mark immediately commented in his mind: It's too reckless.
This method of throwing out the trump card at once is taboo not only in business, but also in any negotiation. This means that as long as Mark is ruthless enough, there is a high probability that Mark can unscrupulously lower the price and extort the marrow of the giant man.
Alas! This elder brother must have encountered something very desperate and heartbreaking.
Mr. Demon, who made a cameo appearance, once again used the scales, hehe sneered: "Would you like the [Storm Lord]'s divine power copy?"
"Of course!"
Mark used his big red demonic hands with hook-like nails to place rubbings on the tray at one end of the scale. Needless to say, the giant man needed to put what he owned on it.
The giant man was indeed ridiculously reckless.
He pressed everything without hesitation. Balls of light floated out from his body and flew smoothly to the tray at the other end of the scale.
A surprising scene happened.
The bet on one side was obviously too heavy, and the entire balance tipped towards the giant man at an asymmetrical angle.
This is - Stud!
The giant man raised his head high and stared at the huge demon in front of him, who was at least ten meters tall.
If the dice allowed it, Mark didn't mind hacking the giant man's chips.
Unfortunately, the dice are not given!
The devil (Mark) spoke: "You don't need to put so much pressure on me."
The giant man said angrily: "Then keep it. If it's not enough, I'll replace it again."
Mark rolled his eyes in his mind: I don’t belong to the Church of Storms, so where can I find you an intermediate rubbing of the Lord of Storm sequence?
On the surface, the star giant smiled: "Only if you are still alive and you can use it."
The advancement of extraordinary power is never that simple.
As soon as a giant man steps into the extraordinary realm, he will most likely be unable to help but rush over to seek revenge, and go all the way recklessly. Such a person will either miraculously make his way out of the sky, or more likely, he will become cannon fodder and hang on a tree as a warning to his enemies.
The overestimating avenger.
The giant man stopped talking. He took away about half of the chips to keep the balance roughly balanced.
Mark said calmly: "Deal."
When the rubbings floated in front of the giant man, the recklessness in the giant man's eyes, as well as the angry look of revenge at all costs, suddenly faded away.
The giant man gave Mark a devout salute that was almost like prostrating himself to the ground. He knelt down with all his strength and could not stand for a long time.
"Thank you. As long as I succeed in my revenge this time, you will be my loyal master to the death."
Mark didn’t say anything special: “This is just a transaction.”
"No!" The giant man's expression was very strange: "Actually, before you, master, arrived, [Angry] soul priests had already approached me. They asked for a price ten times higher than you, master, and they also wanted me to transform into a Chaos War Beast first.
.My biggest wish is to complete my revenge as a human being, so I did not agree to it."
Cults really eat people without spitting out their bones.
Those who are willing to deal seriously have a great conscience.
mark:"……"
The giant man kowtowed violently: "Master, you don't need to hide your inner [justice] and [kindness] with such an ugly appearance. No matter what, as long as I don't die this time, I, Conrad, will rush to the master as soon as possible."
Be by your side and be at your side."
Mark was speechless.
I always feel like I'm just pretending to be a jackpot.
After thinking for two seconds, Conrad appeared in front of Mark again in human form. The only cover-up was that Mark added a golden mask to his illusion.
"This is all guided by fate. Let's wait until you survive."
An exchange across time and space ended in a strange atmosphere.
Maybe this is just a beautiful encounter, or maybe this is the day when a new organization rises.
None of the four people who had conducted the void transaction noticed that in the clear sky, a decaying star had burned out and turned into countless stars that were swallowed up by the dark universe, while a new star with a weak light was rising.