Stand User in Marvel Universe

After finishing the deal, Dior wasn't in a hurry, but asked politely: "I'm new to Sandals. I want to order something special. Can you introduce me to a place? ”

The gray-haired old man thought about it and said, "Go find a broker. If there's anything he can't get here, the rest of us can't get it there. If he is unfamiliar with the field, he can also find you a proper owner, of course, an intelligence fee is a must. ”

“Thank you.”

After thanking him, the gray-haired old man reopened the door to get ready for business, and Dior took the star sea to see the broker he had introduced.

For so long, after all the necessary expenses, he saved only 50,000 stars after completing the three businesses, which had to be set aside for some of the costs of fuel and supplies.

Men don't have money in their pockets, they don't have gas, that's all.

In the time of the Earth, money was never enough, and now it's fucking in the universe, sadly it's still money, Janima is disgusting!

Dior took a bite of hate on the ground and doubted that his whole life was truly destitute!

“Hello, please wait, spit everywhere, fine ten stars. ”

Dior: “.......”

Mudd, not only poor, but fucking unlucky, Lin!

After an unlucky payment of a 10-star fine, Dior searched for the address sent to the owner of the clothing store and found the door closed.

This is bad luck!

But just as Dior was about to leave without a word, the door opened and a man came out of it.

After looking at each other, they staggered their eyes and Dior walked straight in with the star sea, then the gate immediately lowered and closed.

The space inside is not too big, but it's very clean and tidy, with six glass counters on both sides, and you don't know anything about it, Dior.

And most of all, there was a clear long table, with a light pink skin behind the long table, a man with four dark hair on his head, and a tattoo on his face that felt a little like lizard skin.

“A broker, right? I was introduced to you by the owner of the clothing store, Ordo Gabr. I hear there's nothing you can't get here. ”

“Perhaps, but I haven't encountered it yet, it's probably lucky, come on, since someone I know introduced me, I can give you a 10% discount for the first time.” When the broker said this, he showed tremendous confidence that his reputation and status today had been earned through this transaction over and over again. Children were not fooled. Never a bad rule was his code of conduct, and of course the fees were more expensive than outside.

But he suddenly opened his eyes when the new guest, who he didn't have much eye for, walked up to him with his horse.

“Wait, this horse... isn't it...”

Dior frowned inconspicuously, but his identity could not be hidden if he was to build the star sea.

So he said, “I'm going to build a suit of armor that I'm going to wear, and the requirement is to have excellent defense, and install an oxygen filtration device on my face...”

Dior stopped the other person's hot gaze and said his request directly. To fly in the universe is very troublesome, not only the lack of oxygen, but also a lot of problems to consider such as temperature and radiation.

Dark Elves don't have the technology to do anything about it, which is why they drag it all the way to this day.

With the technology of the Nova Empire, it should not be a problem.

Perhaps I felt Dior's attitude, and the broker took his gaze back with regret, but I couldn't help but say, "This is a horse, you want to ride it around the universe? What a crazy and enviable idea. With all due respect, may I ask, does this Heavenly Horse have any ideas for sale? I'll give you a hard price to refuse, and I can assure you that no one on the whole Sandal Star will bid higher than me, or what do you want? As long as I have some here, I can trade...”

In the face of some excited brokers, Dior's expression remained unchanged at all times. Instead, the star sea seemed to understand what this guy was talking about. His heavy nose sprayed out. If Dior hadn't touched his neck, the star sea might have smashed this place right away. Don't underestimate the destructive power of Heavenly Horse!

“I'm sorry, Starsea is my partner, so if you don't want to talk about it, let's talk about the deal I just made. ”

Seeing this, the broker regretted, but could not do the strong buying and selling, dare to walk in alone with Tianma shaking big swing, not to mention the rich bloody smell on his body, don't steal chicken not to eat rice, instead put yourself in.

After restarting his mood, the broker first praised the name Xinghai and then started writing on paper as requested by Dior.

For a long time, he threw down a pen and said seriously: “As you asked, I roughly estimated that this armor would take at least 80,000 stars, preferably 100,000 to be taken down. ”

“So expensive!? ”

Dior, with more than 50,000 stars in his account, looked at the shipment with suspicion, and the fucking 100,000 stars were enough to buy a small, middle-class ship (two-man cabin without any fire bare).

Looking at Dioman as a skeptic, the broker laughed and explained: "This is a budget made entirely according to your requirements. Metals that meet your requirements are expensive. Normally people can't build armor that fits Tianma perfectly. You need to ask the master to do it personally, plus oxygen equipment, space compression and other processes, 100,000 stars are already cheap. This doesn't count as my intermediary fee, and it's a pleasure to hire someone. ”

Dior had a big head after listening, and he didn't think he'd end up looking for perfection.

But as you can imagine, the outer baffles used to install the warships cannot be used to armor the star sea. Flexibility alone is not enough, and even the heavenly horse can't run away with that weight. I'm afraid it's not crazy to lose the speed at which it depends to survive for defensiveness!

That's why the broker would say that the metal that meets his requirements is precious and expensive, which makes sense.

And of course, there must be moisture in it. There's nothing wrong with it. Whoever sells the price to the Guest in the business has to earn the difference, but this time around, after a few hands down, Dior probably has to have 20,000 stars of moisture, and it's the least.

Mudd, it's always him, Lord Dior, slaughtering the fat sheep, when it's someone else's turn to kill him as a fat sheep.

Looks like there's a long way to go and think of something else.