And when I randomly picked some goods and threw them on the table, half the people in the market rushed over.
It's not that they already know what I'm selling, but the other shops are all old faces. It's rare for an outsider to come here, and he's obviously not an outsider from this plane, so he naturally wants to see what's on sale.
Then when they saw it clearly, they gasped. No one bought it, only people gathered to watch.
Scattered on the ground like garbage, they were a batch of magic swords made of ice. The crystal clear body showed its high-quality material, and the white frost around it showed its impressive magical power.
In front of these magic swords, the dwarves' stainless steel battle axes are just playthings, and judging from the way they are displayed casually, it is obvious that the seller does not value these magic swords.
As for other scattered items, there are fruits and vegetables exuding natural magic, headless bear dolls, bottles of viscous liquid, wooden swords with worn out writing, etc. They may look inconspicuous, but each one has its own meaning.
Strange magic fluctuations.
The whispers have not stopped, but no one can say it accurately, so that everyone cannot see that the most likely thing is that it is not a product of this plane at all.
If these are not enough, there are plane smugglers every year, and there are also professional goblins among demons who like to do business. The circulation of good main plane specialties is not small, but the tone of the owner this time is surprisingly loud.
.
♂↖t "Only top-quality materials, epic rare items, artifacts, dragon bones and other rubbish are collected. Don't take them out for me."
I’ve seen arrogant people, but I’ve never seen someone so arrogant. He says he wants a magic weapon when he goes out. This is also reserved for rookies who don’t know how to do it. But judging from these goods, it’s obvious that he is not a rookie, so...
"These goods are equivalent to artifacts? Can't you tell? There are also books? There are very strange magic fluctuations. Is it a magic book..."
"Tsk, don't touch it. The third form of Tathagata's Palm, a magical martial art from the East, a painstaking professional work by the monk master Da Mo (Dharma). Buy one, get one free, and also come with the Sunflower Book of Natural Magic. After completing it,
, be able to obtain the legendary Druid transformation technique, the Great Transformation Technique!"
【…….】
Asteria felt a little helpless towards me, but I happily hawked these pamphlets at the bottom of the box.
I'm not talking nonsense. I really regarded this as a treasure back then. Even if I was dead or alive, I would not be willing to throw it away. I always kept it in the space bag as a treasure at the bottom of the box.
Now that I know that the system is Asteria, a different-world oriental martial arts created by a goddess of creation, I know that I will be tricked even worse this time...if I don't sell it, I will pass on the cost of failure (trick others to gain psychological benefits).
balance), I was really stupid.
[...It is actually genuine. It is an authentic product that was exchanged for the miraculous wishing technique privileged by the God of Creation. It is indeed an oriental martial arts that exists in an outer plane.]
"Then why can't I learn it? My martial arts talent should be pretty good."
[Because you need the Huangdi Neijing and the human body meridians diagram, you can understand it. Do you think that practicing martial arts does not require culture? Can you, a modern person, understand those special pronouns that need to be explained in dozens of proprietary classical Chinese books?
I said Quanyong Point you
Do you know where it is? Where are the twelve meridians? And even if you understand this, in order to learn the highest martial arts in Buddhism, do you have a foundation in Eastern Buddhism? Let me tell you, the most basic requirement for understanding it is to have read two thousand books.
Buddhist scriptures are also spoken into verses.]
"Then get those Buddhist scriptures and related books..."
[Knowledge that is enough to change the entire world is worth one million destiny points.]
"Then why did you work so hard to create this book? To tease me? What's the difference between this and those bad mobile games that say they have a 1% lottery rate but are actually 0%! You can't even see it or even touch it!"
I remember that when I got this book in a lottery at the beginning of the month, I was so happy, thinking that I finally got the belated protagonist's fate, and could try Eastern martial arts to fight Western magic. But in the pile of Eastern magical skills, there was a name.
More powerful than the other, but unable to learn from either.
I did not doubt its authenticity at that time because although the otherworldly magic books that I drew were not adapted to the local environment, they did enrich my knowledge accumulation and were genuine.
[According to statistics, you have been at least twice as diligent in the three months since the emergence of these Eastern magical arts, earned a lot of points, and even took the initiative to ask me for tasks. It is really rare to be diligent, and it is simply touching the heavens. So, my goal has been achieved
achieve.】
Asteria paused, and then without hesitation spoke the heart-wrenching truth.
[Yes, in a sense, it is consistent with the purpose of mobile game operators. If it doesn’t give you some sweetness that you can see and cannot touch, how can you smoke! Those magic books that can be learned but not used are just for you.
Bait, and these Eastern magical skills that cannot be practiced but sound powerful are just for you to do it on time every month]
I twitched repeatedly but watched the turntable slip away from my beloved thing again and again. The sadness of countless disappointments turned into inexplicable flames, which made me want to vomit blood.
Inexplicable resentment lingered in my mind, and when I thought that there was really a bastard operating that damn turntable, teasing me again and again, I wanted to drag him out and beat him up.
At that moment, I was finally able to understand Cavins. There is such a system in your head trying every possible way to torment you, and trying to drag it out and beat it to death is inconceivable.
"Tsk, Cavins still calls that guy mom. A mother who torments her son so much. By the way, Asteria, if Cynthia is the mother of our souls, and you are Cynthia's sister, then after all, aren't you?
My aunt..."
[If you dare to say that word, I will sing the divine song in your head every day! Monday and Tuesday are bumpy, Wednesday and Thursday are little apples, Friday and Saturday are Leo, and Sunday, recite the poems from another world written (copied) by someone when he was nine years old.
select!】
"I surrender! Please don't bombard me with divine songs and play with shame! I was too stupid back then. I couldn't understand the language and it didn't rhyme when I translated it. I copied poems and added poems and arias. The experience of being laughed at by the court literati for being ignorant and incompetent was...
It's miserable enough, please don't let me recall those shameful arias!"
While talking nonsense, I was slightly smacking my tongue in my heart. I made a joke casually, which made Asteria jump out of her skin. I can feel the powerful destructive effect of the word "aunt" on unmarried women.
Don't tell me, if you think about it this way, this relationship is really real. Is there an extra direct relative inexplicably?
But then I thought about it, the entire world was created by the goddess of creation, then all living things can be called her descendants, so it doesn't matter.
【…….Are you really open-minded? 】
What is incomprehensible is that there is some inexplicable loss in Asteriaton's tone. Does she really want to have two more nephews? Forget it, no, it's really a mess.
While I was chatting with the goddess, I declared the advantages of this magical martial arts secret book, and casually split two sword energy to prove my strength. To my own surprise, someone actually wanted to buy it!
The others were still hesitating. Without saying anything, the black dwarf took out a bag of spirit coins and handed them over. Seeing my hesitation, he actually handed over another bag.
And as soon as he received the book from me, he turned around and ran away without saying a word, as if someone was chasing him from behind... Then I saw the mad warrior who had sold himself and really staggered after him, and then
Several more people took action, hoping that I, the first customer, would survive.
"Ah, bah!"
I took back my blessing. I once again underestimated the limits of these residents of the abyss. I also knew why the black dwarf ran so fast. When I opened the second bag, there were several spiritual coins with wailing faces on the top, but underneath there were just
Ordinary silver coins.
"Although the Black Rock Tribe is not bad at craftsmanship, it lacks top warriors. It is surrounded by hostile tribes, and no tribe will release its own warrior training methods. This deal is really worth it. He didn't even dare to confirm whether it was true or false. When he saw the sword
You just took the gamble by selling your martial arts skills, and you won't lose. At least the first bag of spirit coins is real. If I hadn't seen Hakas, I would have thought that you were here specifically to set up a trap to defraud dwarves.
"
Walking through the crowd was an old hag wearing a black cloak. She seemed to be of a high rank. At least I couldn't tell which creatures were uglier in mind than appearance, but they were all equally astonishingly ugly.
But judging from the attitude of people around her towards her, she should be the one who keeps her word in this market.
"I'm Saranla Aviska Kadonfrodine... Kaben, I'm sorry, our names are a bit convoluted and difficult to remember. You can call me 'Black Seven'. No honorific is needed. No, no
, you don’t need to say your name, mine is just a false name, there are many ghosts here, if you say your real name, you will be cursed.”
The old hag talking to herself looked a little nervous, but she winked at me, as if to express her friendliness.
"The old guy is so sincere, and the young man can also tell his purpose directly. What do you want? What do you have? Are you willing to pay the price?"
Hearing this, I laughed. Although I was a little disgusted by secretly throwing charm spells at me as soon as they came up, it would be easier to trade directly like this.
Originally, the purpose of setting up the stall was to attract the attention of the local manager, but now that the target was here, I got up directly.
"I'm Roland, my real name. You can try it by cursing me. As for my goal, let's talk about it somewhere else. I'm full of sincerity." (To be continued...)
