Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Ah? Throw it? Why?" Ron puzzled.

Khomelin smiled and pointed at his finger, laughing, "The Soul Ring in your hand already has the function of a space ring, and there are still many things in it. Why do you still keep these useless space bags?" [Search for the latest updates at

"Ah? It can hold things?" Ron stunned and glared at his hand.

"Of course, it still has many functions, but your strength is too low now, and some functions can't be played ..." Khomelin said triumphantly, "if you reach a certain level of strength, you naturally know how powerful it is!"

"Oh—" Ron nodded. He thought after a while, "But Grandpa Khomelin, these space bags can't be thrown away, they can sell money ..."

...

San Chiaro is a medium-sized town in the western part of the Holy Roman Empire. An ancient city wall over ten meters high surrounds the entire San Chiaro city. A gate spanning 20 meters is opened to welcome guests from all sides. At the gate of the city, stood the guards of the Holy Roman Empire. They were wearing simple armor and had sharp spears in their hands. They were watching the people coming and going with vigilant eyes.

The city of San Chiaro is not large, it is relative to other big cities, but in fact, the trade here is extremely developed.

Walking on the streets of San Chiaro, Ron's heart was at a loss. There were too many people here. Ron, who had been in Maple Leaf Town since childhood, had never seen so many people.

At the gate of the city, Ron found a portrait he wanted, and he blindfolded his face with interest.

"Where should I go?" Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, Ron was unwilling to hesitate. He had a large weapon in his hand, but he didn't know how to shoot it, just like there was a lot of wealth. Same flower.

It is not difficult to find a chamber of commerce, but can the things in his hands be traded in a fair and honest manner?

However, these things don't need Ron to worry at all, because there is such a group of people in the city of San Chiaro, they are specifically to solve the worries of past merchants.

They have an official name called a guide, but in the mercenary world, they are called "roads".

In every city, there are such people who provide guidance services for mercenaries and merchants from afar, as well as contact transactions, etc., charging tips or commissions.

They are city snakes, there is nothing they do n’t know, it ’s as big as a trade in a chamber of commerce, as small as a meal and accommodation, and even you are looking for a woman. As long as you can afford it, they will take you to the city ’s most famous selling cave As long as they are found, it is like getting a live map of the city.

They are "roads".

Ron, who was shaking his head in the city of San Chiaro, was just stared at by a "road", a small, worn felt hat, wearing a thick cotton coat with holes, shaving his face clean, and looking as if Possibly decent, a pair of small eyes savvy.

When he saw Ron, his eyes lit up like he saw a golden mountain.

It takes vision to be a "luzi". The first rule of the "luzi" code is, "Never judge people by appearance."

The objects they serve are not only entangled merchants, but also some dirty and sloppy mercenaries. They may have just hunted back from the place where the beasts haunted, although they seem to be undressed, but the space bag may be worth a lot. Warcraft fine core, fur. There are also various materials.

Careful businessmen may be very stingy, and mercenaries who have just returned from hunting are often generous.

The roe deer walked quickly in front of Ron and saluted deeply. "Brave mercenary, do you need a" way "to serve you? Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pipples, It ’s the way of San Chiaro ... ”

Faced with the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, Ron was alert, and he tightened the package in his hand and asked, "The way?"

@ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html At this time, people who hovered around Ron in a circle, these are the peers of Pipples and they are also "roads". Obviously, they also found Ron This gold master.

Ron ’s clothes now look nondescript. He is wearing armor, leather robes, and the magician ’s cloak. He has a big package in his hand. I do n’t know how long he has n’t bathed. Say as much as miserable, as miserable as possible, as much as alternative.

But it is different in the eyes of those "roads". The big package may be filled with space bags. The worn-out clothes may be in a fierce fight with the foreign beast. The clothes that I do n’t know about may be something else. The winning product after mercenary fighting is even more normal if you don't take a bath. How can you have this condition in the wild?

"Master Mercenary, I am the best" road "in this city and can provide you with all the services!" A "road" took off his hat and said politely.

"Senior mercenary, I will take you to a place where there are many beautiful women, with beautiful appearance, tall body, first-rate martial arts, and most importantly, fair prices! Hehe." Taking out his biggest selling point, many mercenaries are good at it.

"Master Mercenary, do you want to sell exotic animal materials? I'll take you there, you can just give the tip, and the price is guaranteed to be reasonable ..." The other obviously wants to fight the price war.

"Master Mercenary ..."

...

"Roads" introduced themselves one after another. It looked like a group of ** girls saw a bold client.

It took a long time for Ron to realize that these guys called "roads" are a group of guides. They can take you anywhere and save you the trouble of finding the way. Of course, the tip must be given.

"Roads" looked at Ron staring, and there was a hint of hope in their eyes.

"I did want to sell something ..." Ron hesitated and pointed at Piples, "Here, he's the first one to come!"

"Oh--" In addition to Pipples, other "roads" showed disappointed expressions in their eyes. They were professionally ethical, saluted and left.

"Thank you, Mercenary. Pipples is honored to serve you ..." Pipples was flushed with excitement. He took off his hat and paid a tribute. "Tip, you look at it, my lord. . "

Ron nodded, and he seized a lot of gold coins from the guards of the Holy See, adding up to a thousand.

A thousand pieces, Ron did n’t even dare to think that he could have such a fortune someday, such a fortune was enough for ordinary civilians to live comfortably for decades.

"Dear mercenary, where are you going?" Pipples sorted out his clothes and looked more formal. He started his work.

Ron pondered for a while. The things he wanted to sell were mainly the weapons of the guards of the Holy See, as well as some other miscellaneous things, etc. These things were not visible in the Holy Roman Empire.

If someone reported the matter, Ron was afraid that he would not be able to leave San Chiaro.

Looking at Ron's hesitant expression, Pipples suddenly remembered something in his heart. He pulled Ron into an unmanned corner, then lowered his voice and said, "Sir mercenary, is it something that is not easy to shoot? "

Ron nodded.

"It turns out this way ..." Pipples laughed. He patted his chest and said, "Adult, you can find the right person. In the whole city of San Chiaro, only I have such a" path "and there are channels to help you. solve this problem……"

Pipples is bragging that there are naturally more than one "way" that can provide the same service. He said this to highlight his service advantages.

"Black shop! Those sources don't know that things can only be sold by going to the black shop. They dare to collect anything, even if you killed someone yesterday and robbed the thing, but the price will be lower. Adults, you need to be mentally prepared. Of course, if There is no problem to go to the formal chamber of commerce, I can take you there, but I wo n’t bother with it! "Pipples said softly.

They are just guides, and naturally dare not and will not cause trouble.

Ron thought for a while, "The things I sell do cause some unnecessary trouble, well, then go where you say!"

"Lead the way ahead!"

Pipples was overjoyed, "Okay, sir, please come with me. The shop owner knows me well. I believe it will give you a good price ..."

...

Ron followed Piples all the way, walked into the alley along the road, and after turning around, turning Ron around, he came to a house where ordinary people lived.

"Adult, here you are!" Pipples stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a fat woman came out, and she shouted at the sight of Piples, "Wow, Piples, I can't find you in these days. You still have a face? You are mine. When will the money be given? "

Seeing the fat woman, Pipples' face was a little embarrassed, "Don't shout, I brought an mercenary this time. Is Skaft? We have a big business to talk about ..."

The fat woman saw Ron who was behind him, and immediately changed her face, laughing, "Oh, it turned out to be a mercenary, please come in, please come in ..."

Ron covered his face and couldn't see the age. The fat woman had to be called "Master Mercenary".

This inconspicuous house is what Pierce called a "black shop". The owner, Skaft, is a wealthy slave. In addition to doing a small business, even his own daughter has become a wealth tool, but her business is very obvious. Not very good.

Ron Pleiades walked in for the first time. The "Black Shop" was not dark at all. On the contrary, it was bright. It was no different from ordinary people. At this time, he heard the fat woman softly ask, "Piples, the mercenary you brought. No problem, I ’m not going to bring in a fool like last time, I do n’t even understand the rules. "

"No, I think he's quite good!" Pipples said softly. "I don't even understand the rules."

Last time he was ashamed and brought an unknown mercenary in. The guy was anxious as soon as he heard Skaft's offer, threatening to tear down his black shop, and finally Skaft found someone to settle the matter.

For the same goods, the price given by the black shop is definitely low, and everyone in the industry knows it.

Entering an ordinary house, an equally fat old man stood up, nodded gently to Ron, and said straight away, "You are the mercenaries brought by Pipples? Fine, sit down ..."

He glanced at Ron, and there was a smile on his face, "Come out what you have, as long as there are valuable things, we dare to take whatever kind of goods ..."