The cultivator is A Zhai

Aljeta stood not far behind, she was far less good at these things, this guy sold the same batch of things for definitely one or two more gold coins than her, and if the youth played extraordinarily, he would even sell about five more gold coins than her.

The old man of the blacksmith pushed the young man away, and picked up the iron in the box, the smell was really a little unpleasant, and he covered his nose from side to side, and looked at the type and quality of these iron tools roughly: "There is no need to discuss, these iron tools are seriously worn and smelly, if it weren't for your boy's face, you wouldn't be able to give this price at all." "

"Eh, you are quite discerning at this point, but just because of a little smell, the price is not fair, put it in the furnace, melt it, what is left of the strange smell and wear is the same, the weight is placed here, these iron materials are not bad, there will not be much loss after smelting." The young man looked at the little old man with a look of disdain, "You won't be looking for some reason to kill the familiar, right? "

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old man waved his hand and didn't eat this set, "To put it lightly, I feel disgusting just by carrying these things, and it only takes a few quarters of an hour to stink in the blacksmith shop, what is the situation in your own house now, don't you know?" Phew!".

Seeing this, the young man couldn't stand up and kicked the box, and made a loud noise: "Stinky old man! Phew!" repeatedly ran over and kicked the box on the ground, and the box was noisy for a while.

The old man turned around and kicked the young man's calf fiercely, "You bastard! Don't ask who says I have a problem with my character?! Blacksmith, I have always done what I say! Liar?! The turtle king bastard does these things! This batch of goods is not for sale, pull it back!" He was still puzzled and stepped on the young man's instep a few times.

After hearing this, the young man suddenly smiled, changed his face, squatted on the blacksmith's back, and exhaled with his left hand on his face, the technique was extremely exquisite, and the most powerful and small voice was loud: "Boy, I was really born and died, and I really wanted to get a little more." is still greedy and confused, first slap a few mouths to give you a lot of compensation. After speaking, the young man stood up, pulled the box into the distance, took off his coat, and waved it to disperse the smell: "You always talk like a spit, a nail, since it is not easy for you poor boy to make a few hard money, I will go back and clean these iron tools to ensure that there is no smell and refreshing!"

After speaking, he glanced at Aljeta and put a few boxes of things back on the trailer, smiling brightly, "Don't worry, I'm the most important person, I don't forget my roots, and I will definitely spread your good deeds all around!"

The more the old blacksmith listened, the more wrong he felt, and he felt that he was going to lose! This shameless guy changed his face too quickly, and he was too good at talking, and he didn't even react, and he touched his mustache and smiled. This shameless one threatened Lao Tzu before leaving! Wait until you finish washing and see if Lao Tzu dies and doesn't admit it, what can you do, anyway, your kid doesn't have a good reputation in the town, and others may not believe it.

"Old man, I have a photo scroll here, although it is a bargain, I can only remember the voice, but it is a valuable commodity! Boy, I have paid a lot of money to repay your kindness, you remember to give more!" The young man's voice reached the ears of the old blacksmith, and it was so piercing that he cut off a few beards, and he circled around the blacksmith shop angrily.

Aljeta pushed and laughed, and he couldn't even use his strength, but fortunately, the young man had enough strength, so he worked hard first, and when he went back, it was a big deal to wash more things by himself.

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The streets of the town are mostly filled with stalls selling a wide variety of goods, including vegetables, fruits, meat, snacks and all kinds of adventure necessities. There are a lot of ruins and monster gathering places around the town, and because of this geographical location, the town has gathered a lot of mercenaries. Healing medicines, weapons, and low-level magic scrolls are all very popular here.

Geraint and Bethcord crouched on the side of the street, their hands on their knees, looking at the pedestrians on the street, a little dazed. There is no suitable way to sell, and it is impossible to stand out in this competitive environment, does it depend on the unique vision of the customer? The morning has passed, but there are still many items on the stall to sell some scattered items.

There are many people who come and go, and there are many people who stop at the street stalls, that is, there are basically no stalls in their own stalls, and the stalls next to them have changed their stubble, and they have not sold much. Beth Cod finally couldn't help it, and turned Geraint with his elbow: "You can't wait like this, that guy is right, it's hard to have both face and gold, so you have to choose one." "

"What's your idea?" said Geraint, a little worried.

"Wait for you to cooperate with me, if these things can't be sold today, I really can't hold my head up in the future if that guy comes to help. Bethcord stood up with his hands clapped on his knees.

"Friends passing by, come and take a look! These items are on sale!" Bescord whispered, grabbing the arm of a passer-by.

The pedestrian's face changed: "You haven't sold it here for so long, it means that it's not a good thing, it's all rags and looks." Why do you want to hold me, why do you want to trap me?" After speaking, he raised his hand and wanted to make a move, and his mouth kept shouting, causing a large number of onlookers to watch.

Beth Kode suddenly became angry and angry, and after a few back and forth, he subdued the noisy pedestrians, "Don't talk if you don't reason!"

When Geraint saw the vague gesture, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed Beskode: "What are Beskode doing?"

"Geraint!" Beth Cod looked back and glared angrily, and when he saw Geraint's determined eyes, he let go of his hand hatefully, "Go farther, forget it if you don't buy it, don't spread rumors!"

Geraint walked to the front of the stall and apologized to everyone and the pedestrian who was captured by Bethcord: "Disturb everyone, just now my companion was impulsive, I hope you will forgive me for disturbing everyone's time." After finishing speaking, he was about to return to the stall, but at this time, Beth Kod rushed up, pulled open his chest, and pointed to a wound, and went crazy: "Geraint! What do you apologize to that guy! Is there a problem with our things? Obviously, it was obtained by exterminating the monster! That large monster let that guy go just now, he can destroy it?!" After speaking, he pointed to the wound to the onlookers, "Lao Tzu, a top mercenary, can still be injured by these weapons, do you think these are some rags?!" After speaking, he drew his sword. Lao Tzu, the weapon made by the blacksmith and the old man, cutting these leather armors can only cut out the Dao seal, do you think these leather armors are like goods?!" The more he spoke, the more angry he became, his eyes were full of anger, and he was about to cut the pedestrian when he lifted his sword, and the two of them chased after me, scolded and scolded, and quickly left everyone's sight.

Geraint sighed and gathered her belongings to leave.

A spectator squeezed Geraint's hand, "Don't take me yet." After speaking, he picked up an arrow, looked at it and looked good, touched the arrow, and nodded with satisfaction: "These arrows are all packed, I want them." "

Geraint was a little embarrassed, looked at the direction Bethcord left, and wanted to stop talking, but the seller grabbed Geraint: "Don't worry, I won't make the deal beforehand." Seeing this, the surrounding people also began to buy. Where there are large monsters gathering, the captured weapons will not be too bad.

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Bescord handed over the promised price to the passer-by who had helped, turned to leave, and sat at home for a while, when he saw Geraint come back with a cloth bag on his back, and the two looked at each other, smiled, clapped their hands, and weighed the sound of the coins in their hands jingling.

Face and money, how to choose?