"Your wealth is truly astonishing!"
Count coughed.
"Please continue …"
Chung Shen-soo sounded like he was not short of money.
"From the fifth sequence onwards, they can be called the real strong ones … Their methods are strange, unpredictable, and have all kinds of incredible abilities. They are definitely not what the professionals in the first four sequences can compete with, even if they join forces … After the sixth sequence, the seventh sequence is still a 'demigod'!"
Count said slowly.
"Why is it still a demigod?"
A member of the party couldn't help but ask.
Listening to the mystery of a higher sequence, this kind of opportunity was too rare, no one wanted to miss it!
"I've heard a saying that demigod is a very long stage, just like a drop of ink in a pool, and a hundred drops of ink, it's essentially the same, but the degree is different …"
The witch who spoke before suddenly said.
"Yes, I think it's worth 100 pounds!"
Chung Shen-soo continued to pay.
Chris, who was next to him, was already stunned. Looking at the purse that seemed to never be empty, he suddenly understood that it might be a cursed object with a huge space.
"I just don't know … how many gold pounds are in it."
"Sir, thank you for your generosity." The witch lifted the corner of her clothes and bowed, then sat down.
"In that case, I'll continue …" The Count coughed. "Although they're all called 'demigods', there's still a huge gap between the sequences … The strong of the seventh sequence is absolutely beyond our imagination, and they can even be called hidden existences … Yes, many of the evil gods, demons, and false gods in worship … A large part of them are high-sequence professions in disguise."
"200 gold pounds, this is what I think the value of the information is."
Chung Shen-soo continued to let the gold pounds in the purse flow like a stream.
Countless greedy gazes were fixed on his money pouch.
"I suspect … there is something wrong with your purse, those gold pounds may be fake, it should be carefully checked …" A member of the meeting suddenly said.
"This is not your right, but Mr. Count and the witch's."
Chung Shen-soo was full of confidence, after all, it was real coins.
"I can guarantee that they are all true." After receiving the money, the witch sighed. Obviously, she knew that this would bring even more terrifying greed to Chung Shen-soo.
Count was silent. He seemed to be hesitating, but he also seemed to be ready to speak.
Finally, he said in a hoarse voice, "The eighth position is still a demigod … I guess the guardian of the kingdom may be at this position, but I can't rule out the possibility of the ninth position … It's just that I don't know anything about it, even if it's just a name."
"There seems to be a huge gap between a half-deity and a true deity!"
Chung Shen-soo nodded. "500 pounds. Thank you, Sir Count, for your excellent answer."
Kerry was trembling.
He was filled with the joy of hearing high-level mystical knowledge, but he was also filled with fear.
He felt that the greedy gazes around him were like torches that were about to ignite him.
This made him restless. When it was his turn, he didn't propose a trade, so it naturally went to the other side.
"Wait … Let's split up and leave."
At this moment, he heard Chung Shen-soo's voice.
Mr. Li Wei also knows that he's in danger. I wonder how many people are prepared to snatch his wallet … Kerry sighed inwardly and suddenly came to a realization. And he must've already taken his job and become a Beyonder. I'm just a burden …
He sighed at his uselessness, but he also hoped that Mr. Li Wei could successfully escape.
"I want to sell a cursed item that can fulfill a person's wish!"
At this moment, another trader stood up and showed a black tinder box in his hand.
"It was left behind by my ancestor. As long as you gently touch it three times and recite 'The Thief of Fire', you can summon a spirit that will fulfill your three wishes …"
"A cursed item that promises to fulfill wishes … Hehe, this sounds like a scam."
The witch from before said in a mocking voice, "If it's real, why don't you use it? Are you worried that it's a trap, or that you'll provoke some hidden existence and die a horrible death? What's its negative effect? "
"I don't know …"
The trader's aura suddenly became dispirited.
No one in the meeting made a bid. Obviously, they knew that this item was a scam.
Not to mention whether it was real or fake, just the fact that they did not know the negative effect was easy to scam.
"Sure enough, this is a private meeting … Such a cursed item, I'm afraid no one would dare to sell it in a flea nest, so I can only throw it here …"
Chung Shen-soo thought for a moment. His eyes were slightly deep as he saw the complex patterns on the black tinder box. He suddenly asked, "I'm a little interested. What's the price you have in mind?"
"5000 pounds! Only 5000 pounds!"
The trader hurriedly said.
"Hehe …"
Count changed his sitting posture and said in a solemn voice, "Similar items that can fulfill wishes, even if the result is very distorted, or even if it's just a wish, as long as the price is not too heavy, the price will be more than 10,000 pounds … Even like knowledge, materials, and items of the fifth sequence, there is no market for them, and only items of the same value are accepted for exchange …"
"This is a reminder that there's a high possibility that it's a fake."
Chung Shen-soo nodded, expressing his gratitude.
"I, I swear on the honor of my ancestors, it's real."
The trader was a little flustered and exasperated, revealing his original young voice.
"You always talk about your ancestors, you have a strong sense of honor, a fallen noble, or a descendant?"
Chung Shen-soo nodded, "Deal!"
He continued to take out the money bag under the group's' big spender 'gaze, pouring out money whenever there was a disagreement.
Chris even heard all kinds of whispers around him:
"I bet there's at least 30,000 pounds in it!"
"50,000 pounds!"
"This person must be a rich man!"
"Carreston has never heard of such a person. Maybe he's just a lucky person who picked up an endless money bag?"
…
The meeting soon ended.
Chung Shen-soo, under many complicated gazes, was appointed by Count to be the first to leave the venue.
"My 'big spender' image is probably attractive enough, and then two kinds of people will jump out …"
Chung Shen-soo did not take off his mask, but turned into a more remote alley, "One is ready to rob, the other feels that I'm generous enough, and is ready to continue the transaction in private …"
Before he left, he felt that someone was secretly tracking him through various means.
But he did not remove these traces.
When Chung Shen-soo came to the Woking River, which was filled with garbage and no one was willing to go near, a pair of greenish-black rotten palms suddenly grew out of the ground and grabbed his calf!
A figure suddenly appeared in the void, like a chameleon that had shed its disguise. It was a handsome young man, holding an exquisitely patterned rapier in his hand. This rapier was stabbing towards Zhong Shenxiu's chest!
Not far away, a pale woman even let out a soul-shaking scream at Chung Shen-soo.
However, in the next moment.
Thick darkness descended, and there seemed to be countless illusory and transparent palms in the darkness, grabbing the young man with the rapier, making him unable to move.
His expression quickly became horrified and stiff, and then he fell to the ground, turning into a corpse.
Other than him, the woman seemed to have seen something extremely horrifying. She screamed and dug out her own eyes, dying quickly.
On the ground, the pair of giant hands quickly curled up, and a corpse slowly emerged.
Immediately, three somewhat transparent figures walked out of the three corpses, and they were the three assassins from before.
They walked to Chung Shen-soo with wooden expressions, and bowed humbly, like the most loyal servants.
The young man's soul picked up the original rapier, as if he had changed his profession to a guard, and pointed the tip of the rapier in a certain direction.
"[Herder] of the Medici family?"
A very surprised voice came from that direction.
A man wearing a black iron mask walked out of the shadows. It was Sir Count!
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