The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

And when I picked up some stuff and threw it on the counter, half the market came up.

It's not that they already know what I'm selling, but the other stores are all old faces, rarely have an outsider, obviously not this outsider, naturally have to come and see what they're selling.

Then they waited for them to see, but took a sip of cool air, and there was a situation where no one bought it, only people gathered to watch.

Scattered and trashy, it's a bunch of cold ice swords with crystal clear bodies that show their quality materials and the white frost around them that shows their unmistakable magic.

In front of these swords, the Dwarves' steel battle axes were just toys, and from the way they were laid at will, it was clear that the seller did not value these swords.

And the other pieces, there are vegetables and fruits that are emitting natural magic, there are no bear dolls with heads, there are bottled sticky liquids, wooden swords that scrape away the writing, etc., they don't look eye-catching, but they all carry strange magic fluctuations.

The whispering argument has not stopped, but no one is able to be precise, to make it invisible to everyone, and the greatest possibility is that it is not a product of its own.

If that's all there is to it, the smugglers have it every year, and the demons also have professional goblins who prefer traders. The circulation of good selling specialties in the main market is not small, but this time the owner's breath is surprising.

“Just take the top materials, epic wonders, artifacts, dragonbones and other trash and don't take it out on me. ”

I've seen arrogance, but I haven't seen such arrogance. When I go out, I say I want artifacts. It's also patented by rookies who don't know the thickness of the heavens and the earth. But from these goods, it's obvious that they're not the first rookies to come out, so...

“These cargo equivalents? Can't you see? Books? Strange magic fluctuations, is it a magic book...”

“Tsk, don't touch, such as Kamikaze III, an Oriental artillery martial arts technique, the professional work of the master martial arts demon (Damo) in vomit leaching blood, buy one for one, and accompany the natural magic treasure book Sunflower Dictionary. Once completed, get the legendary Druid Transformation - Great Sex Transformation! ”

…….

Asteria was helpless to me, but I was thrilled to sell these press-box-bottom brochures.

I'm not bullshitting, I really thought of this as a baby, and even if I died, I couldn't help but throw it away and keep it in my space bag as a press-box, baby.

Now that I know that the system is Asteria, an ex-world Oriental martial arts made by a goddess of creation, I kind of know it's worse this time being pitted... it would be silly if I didn't sell it and pass on the cost of failure (the rest of the pit gets psychological balance).

[… is in fact authentic, in exchange for the miracle wishing technique of the privilege of the Creator. It is indeed an Oriental martial arts technique that exists on the outside.

“Then how can I not learn? My martial arts talent must be pretty good. ”

[Because you also need the Huang Dynasty inner scripture plus a pulse chart of the human body, it is possible for you to understand. You think martial arts don't need culture, those words that need to be interpreted in dozens of proprietary language books that a modern man understands? I said Fountain Cave. Do you know where it is? Where are the twelve meridians? And even if you understand this, if you want to learn Buddha's highest martial arts, do you have an Oriental Buddha's bottom? I tell you, the most basic condition to understand it is to have read 2,000 Buddhist scriptures and exported them.

“Then get those Buddhist scriptures and related books...”

[Knowledge enough to change the whole world, worth a million fate points.

“Then why did you work so hard to get this book out? Are you kidding me? What difference does it make to those who say that the 1% draw is actually a 0% bad hand tour! I can't see it. Can't touch it! ”

I remember when the lottery draw drew this book at the beginning of the month, I was so happy to die that I thought I finally had the late hero's life, I could try Eastern martial arts to fight Western magic, and as a result, that Oriental divine power, one name over the other, could not learn any of it.

I did not doubt its authenticity at the time because the extracted exotic magic dictionary, though disgusting, did enrich my accumulation of knowledge and was genuine.

[According to statistics, your three months of service after the advent of these Oriental Divine Gods were at least twice as fast, earned a lot of points, and took the initiative to ask me to do the task. It was a rare diligence. It was touching. Well, my goal has been reached.

Asteriaton went to hell, and he didn't hesitate to tell the abominable truth.

[Yes, in a way consistent with the purpose of the hand tour operator, how can you smoke without showing you something you can't touch! Those who can learn unusable magic books are the bait for you to eat, and these Oriental powers that can't be practiced but sound amazing are the ones that let you smoke them on time every month]

Smoking and pulling and watching the turntable slip away from the things I love, that countless disappointing sadness turned into an unnamed flame, burning I wanted to vomit blood.

Unnamed resentment wandered in my head, thinking that there really was an asshole manipulating the damn carousel, and the next time I played with it, I had to drag it out and beat it up.

At that point, I finally understand Cavins, and there's a system like this in your head that tries to tease you every day and doesn't want to try to drag it out to kill you, but it's incredible.

“Tsk, Cavins also called that guy's mother, there was this torturing of his son's mother, by the way, Asteria, Cynthia, if you are the mother of our soul, you are Cynthia's sister again, then counting, you are not my aunt...”

[If you call that word out, I'll sing in your head every day! Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Apple, Friday, Six Leo, Sunday recitation of someone's nine-year-old (copied) exotic poetry choice!

“I surrendered! Be sure not to bomb and humiliate PLAY! I was too second-in-command to translate and not rhyme, what poetry to copy and what poetry to add to the anthem. The experience of being laughed at by court literary people without learning is tragic enough. Please don't remind me of those shameful rhymes! ”

Bullshit, but with a slight tongue in his heart, he joked, Asteriaton jumped his hair, I could feel the word "aunt” on unmarried women's powerful killing,

Don't think about it, this kinship is truthful, somehow more than a direct relative?

But then again, the whole world is made by the goddess of creation, so all creatures can be called her children and grandchildren, so it doesn't matter.

……. Are you sure you can see?

Ununderstandably, Asteriaton's tone is somewhat lost. Does she really want two more nephews? Forget it, I don't want to. It's a mess.

And while I was bullshitting the goddess, while declaring the advantages of this magical book of martial arts, I also broke out two swords to prove my strength, surprised me myself, someone really wanted to buy it!

Others hesitated, the black dwarf said nothing, pulled out a bag of spiritual coins to hand over, look at me hesitate, actually handed over another bag.

And I just got the book from me, and I didn't say anything, and I turned around and ran, as if someone were going to chase me behind my back... and then I saw that crazy warrior selling himself, and he really shook up and chased me, and then a few more people moved on, hoping that my first customer would survive.

“Ahhh! ”

I retract my blessings, I again underestimate the lower limit of these abyss dwellers, and I know why the black dwarf ran so fast. Once the second bag was opened, the faces were covered with spiritual coins that were crying faces, but below were just plain silver coins.

“The Black Rock tribe, although well crafted, lacks top fighters and is surrounded by hostile tribes, and no tribe releases its own warrior training methods, which is a real deal. He didn't even dare to confirm the truth. If he saw Kensei selling his martial arts, you wouldn't lose. At least the first bag of spiritual coins was real. If he didn't see Hakas, he would have thought you'd only set up a trick on the dwarf. ”

Coming from the crowd was an old haunted woman in a black cloak, who seemed to be on a high level, at least I couldn't tell which souls were uglier than the appearance of creatures who were, just as ugly and amazing.

But from the attitude of the people around her, she should be in charge of the market.

“My name is Sarah Avis Carton Flodinal... Carbone, I'm sorry, our name is hard to remember, you can call me Black Seven. There's no need for any tribute. No, no, you don't have to say your name. I'm just a fake name. There are a lot of ghosts out there. You'll be damned if you say your real name. ”

The old hag who talks to herself looks a little nervous, but she winks at me, seemingly expressing her kindness.

“Old guys are so sincere, young people can say what they want. What do you want? What are you willing to pay? ”

Rumor has it, I laughed. Although it disgusts me to secretly throw charm spells at me as soon as I get up here, it would save me a lot of time to trade directly.

The stall was intended to attract the attention of the local management, and now that the target is here, I'm up.

“I'm Roland, my real name, and you can totally curse to try. As for my goal. Let's talk somewhere else. My sincerity is full. ”