The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 63 Arriving in Viola City for the First Time

three weeks later.

A man dressed as a savage walked into the city of Violet panting.

Residents and visitors alike felt strange and frightened by his ragged attire, but after seeing the Eevee on his shoulders, they took him for a trainer on a penance.

Mo Ran's entry into the city is like a drop of rainwater flowing into the sea, without even a drop of ripple.

He felt the heavy weight on his back, and he had scolded this mission a thousand times in his heart. With such an important mission item, let him, the team leader, carry it all the way to Zijin City. Who thought of this? Task?

Damn the water fleet has helicopters, won't his boss call a helicopter for him and let him fly directly to Zijin City?

At this time, he slowly felt resentment in his heart, and at the same time felt the gaze of others, so he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Walk directly into the elf center, do a physical examination for the three elves, agate jellyfish, Eevee and the night watchman, and check in.

After having a full meal at the elf center and changing into a new dress, Mo Ran followed the code and walked to the gate of the black market.

Mo Ran, the ruler of the black market here, doesn't know about it. However, he has too many supplies on him now, so it's better to exchange them for elf coins.

Ignoring the two big men in black standing in front of the door, Mo Ran pushed open the heavy door and took the elevator all the way down.

In the unknown black market, he didn't know whether the governor here was an enemy or a friend of the Water Fleet. Although he took on the identity of Kurosawa, he didn't wear the water fleet's badge.

Walking into the elf sales area, Mo Ran's eyes fluttered, and he quickly found a good seller.

There are two types of elf sales, one is to sell wild elves that have just been caught, and the other is to sell elves that have been trained. This kind of elf is often lifeless and without any emotions. But it will faithfully execute any order from the trainer.

The advantage of the former is that there is no trainer, as long as it is approved by the other party, it is possible to become a partner for a long time, and the advantage of the latter is that it has been trained, the elf will not resist, will not be lazy, just like a machine , repeating the trainer's order.

As for the price between the two, of course some are high and some are low, most of which depend on the quality of the elf.

After all, there are many trainers who like the former wild elf, but there are also many trainers who like to have an elf that will not be lazy and has already been trained.

Mo Ran understands, but he still prefers the former.

Just like now, the shop he entered sells wild elves.

"A rare customer, are you here to buy or sell?" The store's receptionist, or the store manager, is a woman. When she saw Mo Ran, she immediately approached her.

Mo Ran smelled the pungent perfume on the other party's body, and took a step back calmly, "I'm here to sell."

"Oh? Then take out your goods and let me estimate the value."

The woman smiled foolishly, pulled down her clothes a little, and she was full of coquettishness.

Mo Ran felt a little regretful that he had walked into this store, but the woman's attitude made him turn around and leave.

The woman saw the coldness between Mo Ran's brows, coughed lightly at random, and returned to her serious appearance.

In a certain situation, beauty is also a weapon. The store manager got a piece of land in the bustling elf trading area by relying on his beauty. With his beauty, the customers who came here didn't care about being slaughtered.

But it seems that it has no effect on Mo Ran.

This guy can't be impotent, the woman thought of it as a prank as she watched Mo Ran take out the elf balls one by one from the bag.

But soon, she opened her mouth wide because Mo Ran's movements didn't stop.

This is already the six elf balls he took out, how many elves did he catch.

This is, did you go hunting and robbing in the wild?

"A total of 78 elves, please estimate." Mo Ran clapped his hands and said.

"The price will rise or fall according to the market, but customers, you have to understand that if all you catch are supersonic bats and green caterpillars..."

Mo Ran knew her subtext, which was nothing more than the low price of those rotten street elves, "I understand, you go to inspect the goods."

"Please wait a moment." The woman nodded and called out. Two big men came from behind the door, lifted the wooden box containing the elf balls, and walked to the back of the store door.

Mo Ran sat there and waited.

Of course there were other customers here, only a few people looked at Mo Ran with a hint of strangeness in their eyes, good guy, they caught so many elves, is this guy an elf hunter?
Of course, there are also people who look dangerous and greedy, and of course such people are in the minority.

Because on his shoulder, there is a ghostly resentment doll floating.

The body after exercise and her calm expression made many people look away immediately.

They don't seem to be cursed for provoking ghost elves.

And the vast majority of customers are choosing their own products, and have no time to observe Mo Ran.

Mo Ran waited for a while, during which time he used his eyes to push back several trainers who wanted to come forward to talk to him, none of them dared to look directly at the hateful eyes of Resentful Shadow Doll.

"This customer, please follow me."

The woman returned to the front desk again and said to Mo Ran.

There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Mo Ran's mouth, "If you have anything to say, just say it here."

"Please don't make it difficult for us?" The woman whispered, showing a charming smile, "It's not convenient to give money here."

"Oh, that's how it is." Mo Ran nodded as if suddenly enlightened, "Do you know that I have killed people before."

He raised his right hand, "quickly pinched the opponent's neck, and before the opponent had time to take out the elf, he twisted his neck."

"Crack, click." Mo Ran imitated the sound of a broken neck, while suspending his hand in front of the woman's neck.

"Customer... I really don't know what you mean."

Seeing his calm and cold-blooded black eyes, the woman broke into a cold sweat for a while, and quickly argued.

"Don't you know?" Mo Ran leaned closer to the woman, "Then let your two little brothers put down the pistols first, so we can talk properly, you say, right?"

His hand slowly put his hands on the woman's neck, stroking slowly, as if he was stroking a pure white artwork.

As long as Mo Ran exerted a little force, the artwork would be smashed to pieces.

His fingers were white and slender, and he didn't mind the smell of blood.

Stupid, the shopkeeper in the black market observed his height and guessed that he was not very old, so he challenged his bottom line again and again.

Shouldn't it be a big kill once? Mo Ran sneered and followed the woman backstage.

(End of this chapter)