"The most important thing is that there are auctions for relics and materials from the border every day. You can start preparing to spend a lot of money to compete with others or to drive up the prices."
For some reason, Huai Shi felt that Yuan Zhao's tone was mocking him.
He laughed and didn't care.
How old was he? How could he be angry because of this?
Well, he just made a note of it in the Book of Destiny.
His purpose this time was very simple. He wanted to get rid of the stolen goods and find if there were any items related to his advancement. Then, he would take out the money and buy them. After that, he would buy some gifts for Uncle Fang, some gifts for Crow (the cheap ones), some gifts for Fu Yi, and finally a bottle of hair growth fluid for Old Liu …
He would go on his way happily and return home safely.
Finally, he would enjoy a peaceful advancement without any accidents.
It's done.
What a beautiful plan.
Just thinking about it made Huai Shi so moved that he almost shed tears.
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After eating and drinking, Huai Shi didn't rest for long before he was pulled up by Yuan Zhao, who rarely had freedom. They went straight to the busiest fourth floor and looked for the largest relic market on the entire Stellaris according to other people's travel guides.
In four days and three nights, not only the major alchemy workshops and technical workshops in the world, but even merchants from hell would appear here.
As long as you had money, you could always find something good.
After obtaining the dung … cough cough, the trident, Yuan Zhao no longer lacked weapons. However, he intended to use this opportunity to exchange for a few defensive relics and see if he could find some good armor and 'horseshoes' while he was at it.
"Horseshoes what?" Huai Shi's expression became strange.
"Horseshoes."
"Horseshoes what?"
"Huai Shi, that's enough!"
Yuan Zhao glared at him, "It's not what you think!"
Huai Shi looked at him innocently, "How do you know what I'm thinking!"
"I've been looking for so long, I still don't know what you're thinking!" Yuan Zhao was angry, "I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"
The trident was in front of his face, Huai Shi didn't dare to speak.
He could only shrug helplessly.
However, she still couldn't help but imagine the scene of Yuan Zhao crossing his legs and pinning the horseshoes on the soles of her feet … Eh! It really hurt my eyes …
Yuan Zhao always felt that once he tried to explain, he would become an honest person who was bullied. He didn't even have the strength to explain.
For the Celestial Horse Clan's Stigmata, a good set of armor or horseshoes was definitely a rare supplement.
These horseshoes, whether blessed or cursed, could be directly converted into Origin Substance and assimilated into the Sacred Mote, turning into a unique arm that could provide the Ascendant with all sorts of benefits.
A set of four 'Iron Floating Horseshoes' that had been preserved to this day could not only provide the Sublimator with a layer of shockingly sturdy Origin Substance armor, but also allow the Sublimator's every attack to have the effect of breaking armor and strengthening armor.
Yuan Zhao's Fourth Uncle, on the other hand, had been incredibly lucky during his exploration of the Infernal Realm. He had unearthed a full set of White Horse Righteous Followers' armor, which had the ability to fly and increase speed. In addition, it also had a twenty-four-hour Excitement buff. As soon as the battle began, it would automatically ignore all abnormal effects, making it immune to poison and inexhaustible in battle.
For the Celestial Horse Clan's Sublimators, what they desired the most wasn't equipment or weapons, but rather a set of armor and horseshoes that were compatible with them. If they could obtain one, it would definitely be like adding wings to a tiger. Unfortunately, there weren't many Sublimators in the Celestial Horse Clan, and epic-grade armor that had been preserved to this day was far too rare.
As soon as they were unearthed, they would often be snatched up by Sublimators before they could even be put on the market. Trying to find one through normal means was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He could only hope to pick up some scraps.
Yuan Zhao didn't even dare to think about finding an armor all of a sudden. He could only hope that his luck was good and that he would be able to find a few horseshoes that would increase his attack power.
Huai Shi, on the other hand, didn't quite understand. "Your family wouldn't have prepared something like that for you, right?"
"My grandfather prepared a set of arcane armor for me, but the style isn't very suitable for me. I prefer Fourth Uncle's speed-type armor." Yuan Zhao sighed. "If only I could find some armor left behind by cavalry like the Ferocious Cavalry."
Fine, this was a person who had meat in his bowl but was still looking at the pot.
Huai Shi pursed his lips. He felt that being rich and overbearing really was amazing … …
The fourth floor of the Astral Ship was a pedestrian street that took up all of the available space.
After coming up from the elevator, it was possible to see a surging tide of people. Sublimators were coming and going, and heads were moving everywhere. The shops and stalls on both sides constantly pulsed with Origin Substance.
Some of the shops were filled with a modern aura, while others were like antique shops. There were even some that had laid out a piece of cloth on the ground and placed their wares on it.
Even here, the Cavendish Workshop still occupied the most conspicuous position and had the largest area. Next to it were Giant Goose, Wanli, and other large organizations that spanned across the Present Realm and the border.
The Cavendish Workshop had one good thing about it. It had everything that one needed, and it also had all kinds of high, low, and low grade items. Even if someone walked in with an empty wallet, they could still touch and feel the happiness of the local tyrants.
But apart from that, it was more of a display center for goods. It didn't spend any effort on retail, but rather focused on large orders.
Here, unless you spent a lot of money on custom-made items, it was very difficult to buy anything other than a standard item.
But fortunately, even a standard item was enough for the vast majority of Sublimators, and it was quite cost-effective.
Giant Goose, Wanli, and other large organizations didn't have the same technical ability, but they had a wide range of channels. Many alchemists would consign their works here, and at the same time, they would also sell all kinds of items purchased from the border archeological teams.
It was equivalent to a huge second-hand dealer, and there was always a surprise waiting for you.
And the only drawback was … Every item that was put up for sale would definitely be appraised by hundreds of appraisers. From the effects to the defects, everything was clear. There was absolutely no possibility of bargaining or picking up scraps.
If you want to buy, then buy. If you don't want to buy, then get lost.
In addition, there were small shops and street stalls where the protagonists would often pick up artifacts in various novels. Generally, they weren't big, and some of the poorer ones only had one or two relics to display and sell.
Here, risk and opportunity coexisted.
It was just that the risk of being cheated was definitely hundreds of times greater than the opportunity.
But there was no lack of young people who were full of chuunibyou in their hearts … Yes, just like Yuan Zhao, who believed that he had a pair of protagonist's eyes and carried the protagonist's fate and luck. From the time he opened his eyes until now, he had been waiting for fourteen years and eleven months to pick up an artifact from a street stall.
However, in Huai Shi's view, most of the things here were ordinary goods.
Not to mention the influence of Crow, even if it was just the astronomical meeting, his knowledge had already surpassed most Sublimators. Not to mention the large pile of weapons he had on hand.
There wasn't a single one that was lower than an S grade.
It was difficult to hide the disdain in front of stalls that bragged about the effects of a B grade item and wanted to sell it for an S grade price.
If he encountered someone who wanted to pester him to sell something, he would pull out the Sword of Virtue and show it to them, and those who had a bit of insight would retreat.
But this didn't mean that small shops couldn't take it. In fact, there were quite a few good things, but all of them were called for sky-high prices.
There were even more relics that had an extremely strong ominous aura. Especially the bracelet that Yuan Zhao casually picked up. When Huai Shi held it in his hand, his death premonition was about to explode.
"Hurry up and put it down!"
Huai Shi glared at Yuan Zhao, "If you really dare to wear this, next year will be the anniversary of your death … Even if you want to die, this isn't the way to do it, okay?"
Yuan Zhao, who felt good about himself, was especially unwilling when he put it down.
But sitting across from the stall, the stall owner covered in a black robe chuckled. His hoarse laughter was especially ear-piercing. "What a picky customer …"
Under the hood of the black robe, there was a surging darkness, and his face couldn't be seen clearly.
However, the robed body was extremely strange. It was as if there was something squirming under it all the time. It was just trying its best to maintain the outline of a human, but it was definitely not something that a human should have.
"Since these ordinary goods don't catch your eye, why don't you try this, how about it?"
Under the sleeve, a pale hand held a heavy wooden box. It slowly stretched out, wriggling like a snake, and placed it in front of Huai Shi.
"I feel that this little thing has a lot of fate with the honored customer. Do you want to try it?"
The box was opened.
Inside was a palm-sized paper knife. The relief on the handle was strange, and it had an unpleasant aura, but the blade was extremely blunt.
"What is this?" he asked, puzzled.
"This is the remains of an abyss poet after he was burned up. After combining with the resentment left by the author, it formed a special border relic."
The strange shopkeeper chuckled. "Its effect is very simple. It will precisely segment all the text it comes in contact with. Each paragraph will be a standard 3,000 characters, and there won't be any more punctuation marks … But other than that, it won't work. It's just like the sick author who can't even truss a chicken. It has no lethality, and it can't even kill a chicken."
He mocked sharply and asked Huai Shi, "How is it, isn't it interesting?"
"Really?"
Huai Shi doubtfully poked his finger. He really felt that there was no lethality at all, and it didn't even break his skin.
But for some reason, there was a strange feeling that he couldn't get rid of. It seemed that something had happened, but he didn't know.
It seemed quite interesting.
He asked, "How much is this thing?
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