Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system

After the wetland lizards and gray-backed tauren were integrated, Lear also asked Brando to rename the manor Weilu Manor and speed up the transformation.

After Brando agreed, he was in a happy mood and didn't wait long, allowing him to handle the rest of the matter.

These troops who are already absolutely loyal don't need to worry too much, they just have to arrange things step by step.

As for the issue of the manor, the White Crow Chamber of Commerce is still a bit small. Compared to this large manor, living there is not very comfortable.

Lear came out of Weilu Manor and asked the coachman to drive directly to the black market.

The situation is not right now, it is better to get the treasure first.

He is quite connected with this underground trading place, and several times of information has made him gain a lot from it.

Last time I came here when the special information was refreshed, and I bought a silver mask there.

This time, I feel more familiar with the roads.

Asking the driver to park the carriage, he entered alone into this black market, which was set up in ruins and had a reputation throughout the northern border.

A faint black mist enveloped Lear's body, making it difficult to see clearly.

After entering it, you can also see the people inside, most of whom are wearing black gauze and cloaks covering their faces.

There are many people like him who use treasures to hide themselves.

However, such a character has a strong aura, and pedestrians around him will subconsciously avoid him.

Lear walked forward slowly, looking around, counting silently from the first stall to the seventeenth stall.

When I came to the stall, I saw that the stall owner was a man in his early forties.

There are old objects on the carpet, yellowed wood, rusty bronze, broken bones, weird and twisted statues.

But there was nothing he wanted.

Lear asked, but the other party also looked confused.

"Sir, I don't sell things like ore here."

Something went wrong?

Just as he was wondering, he saw a one-armed old man wearing a black robe slowly coming over carrying a big bundle.

I passed by this stall owner and was about to step over when the stall owner immediately waved his hand.

"Uncle Norton, come this way."

The one-armed old man stopped when he heard this.

There was a bit of mockery on his face.

"Why, you studied all day yesterday and you haven't learned it yet? Is it so difficult to set up a stall?"

The man smiled awkwardly.

"I still need to continue learning from you."

As he spoke, he quickly cleared away part of the stall, revealing an open space.

"This is the position I have reserved for you a long time ago."

Seeing this, the one-armed old man's eyes softened and he nodded with satisfaction.

Step up and slowly put down your baggage.

The stall owner immediately stepped forward to help, quickly unfolded the bundle, spread a black cloth on it, and then prepared to help take things out of it.

The one-armed old man frowned and stopped the other party.

"Do you know what's inside? Do you know how to get it and how to put it in?"

"Boy, let me tell you, don't touch anyone's things on the black market without permission."

The man looked stunned and immediately apologized.

"It's my fault. Teach me a lesson. Teach me a lesson."

Quickly let go and let the other person do it by themselves.

Seeing that his attitude was good, the one-armed old man relaxed a bit, and slowly took out the ores half the size of a fist from the package.

After taking a dozen or so stones, a pure black stone with several golden lines engraved on it appeared on his hand.

Lear, who was silently paying attention to all this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the other party's position at the moment, and he had an idea in his mind.

After he took out all the stones from the package, and just as he was about to step forward, the stall owner in his early forties seemed to have thought of something and took the initiative to speak to Lear.

"Dear guest, didn't you want to buy some ore before?"

"My teacher's ores are all collected by dwarves. Last Wednesday morning, someone bought one of them and found a mithril the size of a pinky finger!"

"Would you like to come and take a look?"

The one-armed old man who had just sat down and was picking up a stone and rubbing it in his palm also looked up when he heard this.

The moment I saw Lear, I was stunned for a moment, then looked at him carefully a few more times, and felt a bit familiar inexplicably.

It was just that the faint fog on his body covered his face, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

He has a unique gift of sensitivity. He can remember everyone who has bought something from him.

He hesitated.

"This guest, have you come to buy something from me before?"

Lear smiled.

"Before, you sold me a stone in your hand."

That 10-silver-coin stone promoted Hagus, a swamp lizard man, to a heroic unit.

It seems that the other party greeted him like this last time?

Hearing this, the one-armed old man almost jumped up.

Damn it, the fat sheep is here again? ! !

In the past six months, his biggest regret was the fat sheep that bought the stone from him a few months ago.

A random stone picked up by the river can be sold for 10 silver coins. Where can I find this business? !

It's a pity that he only found out after the other party was defrauded of all his money, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make more!

Unexpectedly, the other party came again this time! !

His face was visibly excited.

But he still coughed lightly and suppressed his excitement.

In this business, you can't be too aggressive, otherwise it will scare people away, and the fat sheep will take the bait and be slaughtered by themselves.

"It turns out he's an old friend. Why do I feel familiar? I have a lot of good goods in my hands this time, all collected from the wilderness."

"You can choose by yourself, it won't be any worse than last time!"

This is true. When he returned to his hometown outside the city, there happened to be several mercenaries resting in the village. He spent 5 silver coins to buy these ores from them.

According to the mercenaries, they got them from a very dangerous place, but he found out the truth with just a few words. The space tide some time ago caused cracks in many places. They were low-level and got nothing. They saw this thing on the roadside and it looked good. They picked it up to see if they could fool people.

As soon as he opened his mouth, several people sold it to him without hesitation.

I didn't expect to meet the big fat sheep last time just after returning.

It's really the goddess's favor.

Li Er also laughed.

Every time he faced this kind of scene, he felt particularly comfortable.

The source of the pleasure of picking up a bargain is partly due to the preciousness of the treasure, but more because the other party does not know the goods, but wants to sell it to him at a low price.

Go up and choose.

After a simple flip through and asking the price, his eyes fell on the stone behind.

"What are these?"

The one-armed old man showed no annoyance and maintained great patience in the face of the fat sheep.

"These are called En." Looking at the golden lines on it, he was a little stuck for a while.

Ore? No. He showed this thing to the dwarf. There is no metal in it. It just looks good.

Who else can understand ores better than the dwarf?

"Black gold stone?"

"Yes, yes, this name is very good, it is called black gold stone."

The one-armed old man did not feel embarrassed at all and said slowly.

"Many special ores are like this. They are just dug out from the veins and no one has seen them. Naturally, they need to be renamed."

"And once precious metals can be extracted from them, it will make a fortune."

"This black gold stone is also one of them."

"It's not expensive either, only 10 gold coins each!"

Lier was a little amused.

"Let's follow the old rules from last time. 10 silver coins for one. I took them all."

"Ah?"

"Yeah?"

"I"

"Not selling?"

"Sell!!

There are 10 of them. They can be sold for one gold coin!!

5 silver coins for one gold coin. Blood Mom makes money.

I want to ask for more, but the one-armed old man feels a little guilty when he sees the blurry figure of Lear.

After thinking about it, forget it. This is enough money. If the fat sheep is scared away, where can I find such a sucker.

Lear is not vague. He took out a gold coin and took away 10 ancient lizard eggs directly.

Haggs's promotion tool is in hand.

But before he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped again.

He turned his head and looked at the one-armed old man.

This guy is a little too lucky. He got treasures from the other party's stall twice. I wonder if there are any other good things?

"What treasures do you have that you haven't taken out?"

Ah?

The one-armed old man who was feeling happy in his heart was stunned. Good guy, he had never seen sheep being driven to be slaughtered.

"Yes, of course!"

His tone was firmer than anything else.

After thinking for a while, he took out his package and poured out a pile of objects from it.

It looked like there were about ten scattered items, all small things.

Broken stones, forged daggers, and beast teeth, each one was shabby.

"Customer, take a look, is there anything you like here? They are all treasures I have collected for many years."

Although they were all unsold junk, his face was more serious than anyone else.

To do this business, if you want to cheat others, you must cheat yourself first.

Li Er didn't care. He looked carefully and picked them one by one.

After a while, his eyes stopped on a palm-length iron nail.

His eyes were particularly strange.

The iron nail was dark all over, with a little rust, and it was also stained with dried blood.

It was not noticeable among a pile of rubbish.

Looking up at the one-armed old man, he felt a little complicated.

This guy must have been blessed by the God of Luck, so he can have this thing?

Long nails stained with the blood of gods

Level: Special

Features: It will hit the target within 100 meters. It can seal all its powers when it is nailed into the target's body. Each use requires 100 points of divine power. The stronger the target, the more divine power it consumes.

Evaluation: After a god dies, believers bury it, hoping that it will be resurrected one day. The first long nail is nailed into the coffin, which has been infected by the blood of the gods for millions of years and has been stained with incredible power.

Lier's scalp tingled.

The long nails of the gods' coffins, just listening to the name, you can know how big the origin is.

And its properties are also very powerful.

It will hit the target and can seal all power.

An absolute killer, an ace!

He had a similar ace before - the twelve mechanical broken fingers of the goblins.

But the difference between the two is that the thing is several meters long, and it is impossible to fight in a conventional way.

And how hidden are the iron nails? !

"This pile of junk looks quite interesting. I'll give you 10 more silver coins, and I'll take them all."

This fat sheep, is it really worth your attention?

The one-armed old man was delighted, but he still muttered subconsciously.

"No, no, at least 20 gold coins, all good things I have accumulated over the years."

After a round of bargaining, Lear left two gold coins in total, took the ancient lizard egg that could promote Haggs and the long nails of the god's coffin and left silently.

This price made Lear not want to talk more, so he let the other party take advantage of it.

The one-armed old man held two gold coins in his hand and sighed to the sky.

It would be so nice if I could meet this kind of fat sheep every day in the future. The stalls at the door are not big business. You can earn one or two gold coins at a time, and there are not many times a year.

It's so comfortable.

The eyes of the Zhongnan man next to him were red.

"Uncle Norton, there is hope only if you learn from people like you!!"

The one-armed old man grinned and laughed.

Li Er didn't expect that he could get such a lucrative extra profit this time in the black market.

The long nails of the coffin of the gods, this thing is not worth ten gold mountains! !

But unfortunately, this kind of thing can only be encountered by chance.

The stuff of that guy obviously has a simple origin, and there is no need for identification.

Otherwise, according to the full set of services that the black market can provide, its value would have been known long ago.

I have to come again next time. That old man is definitely his lucky star.

He came out of the black market in a happy mood and did not return to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, but went directly to the Dragon Breath Manor.

He informed Kalanis of the fifth piece of information and asked her to subdue the evil god worshipper who had never seen the evil god but occupied an important position.

All things are difficult at the beginning. Only with your own team can you have the confidence to do things.

He did not intend to participate in it. Subduing the Faceless Hermitage required Kalanis to complete it herself.

This was also the first link of the other party's revenge.

At the same time, he also communicated with Kalanis about participating in the bloody gladiatorial battle.

Both of them believed that participating in the gladiatorial battle this time was not just as simple as getting rewards, but also a battle to make a name for themselves.

Especially Kalanis, if she wanted to control the Faceless Hermitage, she needed more power and a louder reputation.

The bloody gladiatorial arena was the best place.

As for whether she could win, Kalanis, who was absolutely confident, never considered this issue.

Lear never thought that there would be any accidents.

With the blood of the ancient gods flowing in her body, and controlling the tyrannical godhood and authority, coupled with a will that could not be shaken by the gods, he could not think of anyone who could beat Kalanis at the same level.

After returning to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce, Li Er did not take any other actions, and quietly collected news about the changes in the situation.

On the afternoon of the 5th, a good news came that the reinforcements from the City of Weir had arrived.

Li Er's heart was instantly at ease.

He went outside the city in person and brought the people back.

This time, the shadow cloak played a big role. The shadow prison obtained by the promotion to level 16 brought everyone to the White Crow Chamber of Commerce quietly.

Seven big demons, the flesh slaughterer, and the king of Naga, all arrived.

Including him, it was a complete team of 10 people.

Full of confidence.

The level 16 mechanical dragon stayed in the territory to prevent any eventuality.

At this time, the City of Weir still had 7 squadrons of cold-blooded cavalry led by Hags, plus more than 7 squadrons of night elves and the power of the scarlet carrion land.

Even if he couldn't go back in a short time, he didn't have to worry too much. If there was any accident, it would be difficult to cause too much damage.

Li Er was in a very good mood. This was the most direct benefit brought by the increase in power in his hands.

No more worries about any accidents caused by the division of troops.

A few days passed like this, and as the opening time of the arena approached, it was obvious that the atmosphere in Luolan City became more solemn.

There was a feeling that made people feel like a big stone was pressing down on them when they breathed.

On November 8, there were only two days left before the opening of the arena. Before dawn, Li Er had already gotten up, slowly took off the cloak on his back, and threw it into the sewer of the White Crow Chamber of Commerce (End of this chapter)