Great Summoner Pokémon

Chapter 501 Goodbye ([-])

Spiegel told them not to worry, to go with the ice plane and fly directly, there would be no danger.

Feng Shi and Hui Yangtian couldn't believe it, people can still fly?
Leona felt uncomfortable, and she came out to prove Spiegel's ability, and they flew all the way here.

After the agreement is made, Spiegel and Leona will go back to the Victory and Glory Tavern first. The specific time to leave is not yet fixed, and we will see when the Holy Maiden of Light will show up.

"The market is open. It's the last chance. The World's No. [-] Martial Arts Tournament is about to start. If you don't buy it, you will miss out on getting rich."

The central square of Chang'an City was crowded with people early on, and they all came for today's martial arts conference.

This kind of competitive competition is definitely indispensable for gambling, betting on who will win and who will lose, and who will be the final champion.

Of course, all kinds of small traders are indispensable, carrying the burden of selling snacks and snacks. Today is also the time for them to make a lot of money.

Of course Spiegel also came. Feng Shi and Hui Yangtian had arrived at the small courtyard of the tavern early in the morning, so Spiegel took them with him.

In the center of the square was a ring the size of two basketball courts, which should be the venue for the competition.

Spiegel looked left and right, and the view was not good standing here. It is better to go to the surrounding tea houses and sit on the second floor for the best view.

Spiegel didn't know which direction the saint would come from, so he had to check the information first, otherwise he would pick a place farthest away, and it would be bad if he couldn't see it clearly.

Coming to the teahouses on the side, these teahouses adjacent to the square are at least two-story buildings, and even two are three-story buildings.

Spiegel picked a three-story tea house, and he attracted attention as soon as he entered. After all, the two ice coffins on his body were too conspicuous.

"Guest, this store is full, please look elsewhere."

The guy came up to block the way.

"Ask you."

"Guest please tell me."

"Will the saint come today?"

"Yes, guest. After the champion is determined today, the saint will come to present the champion with an award."

"Where will she come from?"

Spiegel asked directly.

"Haha, the guests also want to see the saint. Yes, according to the past rules, the saint will come from the direction of the east gate, and then pass by our downstairs. That's why our place is full early, and they all come and wait." Those who pay homage to the saint."

The guy seemed very proud to say that he didn't suspect Spiegel's purpose of asking about the saint, because many others did.

"Go help me to the third floor and ask if anyone is willing to transfer his position. If so, this is yours, regardless of whether it succeeds in the end."

Spiegel said five gold coins appeared in his hand, and the guy's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Guests, please wait a moment, the little ones will come as soon as they go."

Although this place is a high-end consumer place, a buddy with a tip for a month is at best only one or two gold coins, and the temptation of five gold coins is really not small.

The buddy went upstairs and came down after a while.

"Guest, the third floor may not work. There are all famous children there, and they are not short of money, but there are people on the second floor who are willing to sell seats."

Spiegel heard that although the second floor is not the best, but at least it has a certain height, and the vision can finally be wider.

"Okay, take me there, the money belongs to you."

Spiegel threw the gold coins over, and the buddy caught them all accurately without slipping through the net.

The buddy led the way, and Spiegel greeted him with a sideways greeting, and followed upstairs with the ice coffin on his shoulder.

The second floor is more elegant and not as noisy as the first floor. Many people are sitting in their seats drinking or drinking tea and chatting.

The man took Spiegel to a table by the window, where four people dressed as knights and wearing bamboo hats sat.

"You want our seat?"

One of the sitting men with a goatee squinted over with his mouth curled up.

"You talk, the little one is leaving."

The guy bowed his head and laughed a few times, and then left. Anyway, he has already earned money, so he can't care if he talks or not.

"Give me this position, four of you, one hundred gold coins each."

Spiegel made the price directly.

"One hundred gold coins per person..."

The goatee looked at his companions on the left and right, greedy eyes flickered in their eyes.

"No, just send the beggar like this."

He said to himself that this is a local tyrant, he seems to want this seat very much, and he will not stand it unless he takes the opportunity to pay for it.

"Then make an offer."

Spiegel knew it would not be easy to win.

"I want... a thousand gold coins per person!"

Goatee suddenly opened his mouth and doubled the price tenfold.

"make a deal."

Spiegel said blankly.

Four thousand gold coins was nothing to him, and it was no problem at all to solve it with this amount of money. As he spoke, he reached into the inner lining of his clothes, and when he took it out again, there was a bulging linen bag in his hand.

There was a clang of metal as the bag was placed on the table.

Spiegel reached into the inner lining again, and took out three bags. The people around were dumbfounded, wondering where this man conjured up so many things.

"You're a juggler."

The four people sitting looked left and right, but they couldn't find out where Spiegel took out so many bags. There was definitely not that much space in his clothes.

"One bag here is one thousand gold coins. You take it and give me the place."

Spiegel pointed to the table and said.

The goatee showed disbelief, and reached out to untie the bag for a look, his eyes were almost blinded.

"Wow……"

Because he moved too much, a lot of gold coins slipped out of the pocket and rolled into a ball on the table.

The people around looked over, and being able to go up to the second floor meant that they were quite rich, but seeing so many golden coins all at once, and there were three bags, they couldn't help but stare straight.

"Pack it up!"

The goatee was in a hurry when he saw that the money should not be exposed. He hurriedly told his companions to put all the gold coins into the bag and tied the bag tightly, and he was relieved in his heart.

But he regretted it a little. He didn't expect Spiegel to agree to his price so readily. He knew that he would pay two thousand gold coins per person.

Such a fat sheep is not slaughtered enough, but if you miss it, there will be nothing.

"I've changed my mind. Now we need five thousand gold coins each, or we won't leave!"

The goatee's brain was devoured by greed, and the price increased five times. When he slapped the table and stood up, his eyes were red, and he stared at Spiegel.

"You are greedy. If you want too much, you will kill yourself."

Spiegel said flatly.

Seeing what he said, the other three companions sitting with goatees also stood up, with fierce faces on their faces, as if they wanted to overwhelm Spiegel in terms of momentum and make him submit.

Spiegel completely ignored their feigned ferocity and turned to look at the others on the second floor.

"I'll offer five thousand gold coins, and whoever gives me the seat by the window will get it."

(End of this chapter)