A few days ago, the newly arrived caravan bought a large number of red-eyed hyenas’ skins and prepared to rush to a military camp. They will not be held back by the upcoming war here. These businessmen will not do business in a certain corps. They are a group of natural travelers.
In the early morning, the guys in the caravan had packed their tents in the light rain. They braved the rain to dismantle the tents, so they tied them up wet and then tied their horses.
They camped on this hillside in a good position, and businessmen who came later had already been optimistic about this place, waiting for them to take it first as soon as they left.
In the last two stalls, there are also some final preparation handlers. This caravan is mainly engaged in fur trade, but the stewards in the caravan also bring a lot of other things privately. Often, before departure, some people in the caravan will put these private traders out for the final transaction.
Often at this time, someone will run to the booth with luck, because this caravan is about to leave, and everyone knows that the buyers will not be returned. At this time, the quality of the buyers depends on their eyesight.
There are many kinds of stalls, but there are no leather goods, because there are not many people around the booth because of the light rain.
The guys guarding the booth have been a little impatient, probably because they don’t want to do business in the rain, but the materials on the cavalry side haven’t been sorted out yet. Generally, this kind of booth will not be closed until the moment before departure. They are wearing rainproof cloaks and shrinking like a black quail behind the booth, and they are too lazy to move.
Bo Qiang came back from the river slowly with a Roman sword around his waist. After lighting five stars in his body, he felt that his fighting skills could not keep up with his physical fitness. He practiced those basic movements before he rose. He went to the river every morning to practice the Red Sox. He gave up doing Bo Qiang sparring a week ago. In recent days, Suldak and Bo Qiang have been practicing their fighting skills.
Bo Qiang sometimes behaves like a nimble and experienced shield warrior, but his fighting skills are displayed intermittently and coherently in some memento mori, so he looks like an academic warrior who doesn’t know how to fight.
Although Surdak didn’t study in the’ Junior War College’ or receive formal training, he has been on the battlefield for nearly four years, and his fighting experience is extremely rich. Two people just complement each other, and both of them have gained a lot in the battle.
Sometimes Bacary swordsmen will come to watch the battle, and occasionally they will personally show them some real swordsmanship skills. In the past two days, they have generously taught a set of swordsmanship to both of them. A swordsman with a turn has a much higher understanding of swordsmanship than Bo Qiang and Surdak. This set of swordsmanship is called’ fencing guide’ by Bacary swordsmen.
Many students in the swordsmen’s College like to call it’ Guide Tactics’. This set of swordsmanship is just an introduction to fencing. It doesn’t dodge those complicated tricks, but each swordsmanship can be very coherent. After Baccala swordsmen combined with their own understanding of this swordsmanship, it seems that Suldak and Boqiang understood this door as soon as they hit it.
Both of them have made great progress these days.
Surdak was very excited to tell Boqiang yesterday that he felt a breakthrough recently and ran to the logistics department to test his warrior level, and he was promoted to seven fighters.
Walking into the market, Boqiang’s light leather armor has been wet by the rain and is about to return to the tent to take off the leather armor and dry it well. This kind of leather armor will become hard if it is not handled properly after being caught in the rain.
Seeing that the caravan was ready to start in the drizzle, Boqiang also sighed in the letter. Fortunately, this caravan came to buy and took away a lot of red-eyed hyenas’ skins. Otherwise, the rotten streets here don’t know how long it will take to be unsalable. The erosion of the leather market directly led to the desire of the 57th regiment soldiers to hunt red-eyed hyenas in the mountains.
At this time, he also saw two stalls in the rain, where the merchants were wet by the rain, some weapons were held by tarpaulins, and some worn scrolls, white parchment, copper plates, bronze pots and candlesticks, etc. However, these goods looked like traces, and they were probably the main relics. No matter how cheap these things were, the soldiers in the barracks would definitely not buy them.
Some businessmen who like to pick up bargains and guys with poor families buy these second-hand goods.
The influence of Boqiang Sudak is not interested in these things either, but when he passed by, he found that the booth was still piled with black briquettes the size of walnuts, so he stopped and took three steps back and returned to the front of the booth.
Sure enough, I saw more than 30 magic nuclei in the stall. It seems that these magic nuclei have been selected many times, and some of them are dry and shriveled, or the carpet has great defects, just like donkey dung eggs, which is even more terrible after being wet by the rain.
There are many businessmen in this market who are doing the business of buying magic nuclei. Of course, many stalls also sell magic nuclei. This kind of magic nucleus without magic spar is also divided into several grades. For example, the purchase price of this first-class Warcraft output small magic nucleus market is about 50 silver coins. Generally, this purchase price is not selective.
However, the price of selling this kind of magic core in market stalls is much higher. There are also several pieces with poor color in the small Gaby booth. The bottom price of the magic core merchant Larkin for curly hair is 60 silver. Of course, these magic cores can be picked and bought by buyers, and it is a luck to gamble.
Bo Qiang hasn’t touched the magic core since he came back from the indigenous tribe. At this time, he saw some magic cores in the booth, and he reached out and touched a crumpled magic core from the booth.
After squatting behind the booth, the caravan buddy saw someone interested in these magic nuclei that were almost talked about, and looked at Bo Qiang carefully before asking, "What can I do for you? Are you interested in these magic nuclei?"
Bo Qiang nodded slightly, but the magic nuclear in his hand didn’t respond at all, so he put this magic nuclear and picked up another one.
"These magic cores were acquired by the swamp crocodiles along the river Kempato. Although they are unremarkable, they are all left after being selected by people, but they are all left by the second-class Warcraft. These magic cores are more or less flawed, but the price is higher than that of the first-class Warcraft magic core. Can you accept this price of ten silver coins each?"
Probably think Boqiang is not a big money owner. If he is not interested in Boqiang’s entanglement, he will directly tell the price …
Chapter 52 The magic nuclear ()
See Bo Qiang didn’t speak with his head down and continue to randomly select caravan guys in the magic nuclear pile, so he won’t ask any more questions.
There is a thin rain in the sky, and the rain is not big, and there are not many people in the market.
Bo Qiang put the second magic nucleus back, and then touched more than ten magic nuclei in a row, which made Bo Qiang secretly shocked that there was no magic breath in this pile of magic nuclei, that is to say, after reading so many magic nuclei, there was no magic spar in it.
A gubolai horse is not far away, and it is noisy and rainy. These big animals are easy to get sick.
When the shop assistant saw Bo Qiang’s choice for a long time, he didn’t decide which one to buy. He thought he was the kind of cash-strapped gambler. From time to time, he stared at Bo Qiang suspiciously. Every guy in the magic nuclear caravan who was put back by Bo Qiang would put it back again. The purpose of this is to avoid the magic nuclear being replaced.
I feel that the caravan buddy has a strong eye like a thief. As if I didn’t see him, I seriously touched the pile of magic cores in the booth and didn’t even find one.
He withdrew his wet hand and prepared to get up and leave.
The caravan buddy looked a little cold and asked Boqiang, "Have you chosen?"
Bo Qiang pointed to the front of this pile of magic to check the caravan buddy with a wave to see it.
The caravan buddy squinted and wiped his face with rain and said, "There are so many other magic cores, and you haven’t selected one of them?"
Bo Qiang got up and prepared to leave when he heard the caravan man say that there was no magic core.
"You wait … you want to buy a magic nuclear? I have some here, too. Are you interested? " A thin man wearing a defensive cloak tried to ask next to his body.
Before squatting at the booth, the caravan man looked up and said unabashedly, "Basil, I don’t want to buy it when you don’t wave!"
The emaciated man doesn’t look like the man in the caravan. He should be a steward. When he heard this from the caravan man, he immediately said righteously to the caravan man, "Hey, how can you say that … maybe I have what he wants here?"
After that, he enthusiastically took Bo Qiang to the adjacent stall and pointed to the stall with more than a dozen scattered demons to check Bo Qiang’s enthusiasm. "You see, these magic nuclei are better than him. I don’t know how many of them are supposed to be more expensive than those over there, but if you really want to buy them, I can make the decision and sell them to you at the same price …"
Bo Qiang looked at the thin man named Basil and thought that this guy must think of himself as a sheep and have to kill him.
However, since there are still magic nuclei in the stall, I decided to take a look again because I knew that there was little chance of a magic spar.
Re-squatting in front of the stall, Boqiang found that the magic core of this stall was really a little bigger than the previous stall, and its shape was also regular. He was about to pick up a magic core and observe it carefully.
At this time, little Gaby with curly hair squeezed into Boqiang from the outside. He didn’t dare to talk loudly, but whispered to Boqiang’s ear.
"Little Duck, don’t be a group of fur traders who wander around the camp. They won’t set up a stall with magic stones containing magic stones. When they leave, you will find that the roots bought from them are not magic stones, and then they are a pile of worthless stones."
Gaby said that and secretly poked Bo Qiang’s arm with his finger.
Bo Qiang smiled at Gaby, saying nothing and touched a magic core from the booth.