"Great … I almost died!"
Fang Xian put on a gloomy expression and took the initiative to spread a trace of mysterious power.
"[Ancient Copper] … You actually succeeded, it's a miracle!"
The skinny old man in a black robe stared unblinkingly at Fang Xian, a look of amazement on his face, and then some worry.
After all, the other party was already a second-tier Extraordinaire, completely different from [Despicable Pottery].
He laughed dryly and rubbed his hands, saying, "You know, according to the rules of the black market, I'm not responsible for the goods I sell …"
"Old man, you also admit that there's a problem with the knowledge you sold?" Fang Xian's face was dark, but his expression suddenly softened: "But no matter what, I have successfully advanced."
"Yes …"
The old man hurriedly echoed, rolling his eyes in his heart. 'Wisdom of the Sage Tower above … What kind of luck does it take to succeed with that kind of ritual? Maybe I'll have to raise the price in the future … '
"I came this time to buy something and sell something …" Fang Xian coughed and revealed his true purpose.
Compared to other stall owners, at least this old man was still a businessman.
Moreover, he was the richest!
At the very least, Daniel had contributed 50 gold coins here, and carried a heavy debt for this.
"Oh?"
The old man revealed a smile, revealing yellowed and chipped teeth, "I like customers like you, please sit!"
Fang Xian looked at the narrow tent, there was practically no place to walk, as well as the dirty animal skin chair at the side. She didn't sit down, but only asked: "I want to purchase the 'Warlock Tower's' third step and the high-level knowledge after it. If there isn't any, then the relevant information!"
"[Warlock Tower]?"
The old man understood. "This is a very strange path. If one's own bloodline is rich enough, or if one has' talent ', then the early stages will be almost smooth sailing. Only when one advances to [Silver Order] and [Gold King] will they encounter bottlenecks. However, small characters like us in the mysterious world will probably never be able to touch that silver brilliance in our lifetime, right?"
In this world, advancing from the third-tier [Quenching Iron] to [Order Silver] was also a huge hurdle.
For example, in the secret army of the Kingdom of Senburg, [Quenched Iron] could only be promoted to a colonel, while [Order Silver] could be promoted to a general.
It was the same in other aspects.
As for [Gold King], the previous Daniel did not even dare to think about it. That was a character that truly stood at the top of the tower!
It was said that not only was the advancement requirement extremely difficult, but it also required some special conditions.
As for the specifics, it wasn't something he could know.
At this time, he heard the old man continue, "[Quenching Iron], the third stage of the [Warlock Tower], is called 'Bloodline Warlock'. One needs to purify one's bloodline and extraordinary power, gradually approaching the source of this' gift '… The relevant knowledge is in the hands of many great nobles. You know, in ancient times, they were often descendants of gods, or they made deals with other hidden existences, or there was a king who stood at the top of the tower and gave a generous gift in the bloodline to the descendants … These people have power, and believe that bloodline is supreme, thus forming the later noble class …"
"Among them, other than the royal families of the Kingdom of Senburg and the Narnias Empire, there are also the Moore family, the Wilson family, and the Miller family in the Kingdom of Senburg … If you are related to them, you can look for them …"
Obviously, the old man thought that since Daniel could advance to [Warlock], he must have noble blood flowing in his body.
'The first two are duke families, and the latter is a marquis with real power …'
Fang Xian complained in his heart.
He knew very well that the Roland family was only a 'noble' that had been conferred in the last hundred years, and their title was only a baron. Compared to the great nobles that had thousands of years of history, they were simply country bumpkins.
Moreover, they did not obtain any noble bloodline through marriage.
His [Warlock] was a gift from himself, a transformation from the foundation of the World of Samsara.
"In addition, the inheritance of the 'Warlock Tower', especially the high-ranked part, is very precious occult knowledge, and will not be leaked at all …" The old man concluded, "The above information … is worth one gold coin, after all, I told you the name of the third stage …"
Fang Xian's face darkened, "Remember it first, we'll settle the bill later … If you don't have high-ranked occult knowledge, then are you buying ordinary knowledge?"
"You want to sell knowledge?"
The old man's eyes brightened, and he laughed, "You know the rules, right? Knowledge that has signed a contract with the Mystery Institute cannot be sold … Even if I am caught, I will not admit it. "
"Who do you think I am?"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes, "What I want to sell are some warrior training and killing techniques … Give me a pen and paper, I will write a paragraph for you to see, and you can estimate the value."
Different worlds had different rules, and many Transcendents could not use them.
Even Fang Xian's Path of Necromancer was limited to a certain extent.
What he was prepared to sell were still some combat techniques summarized in the martial arts world.
Of course, the true essence of that martial arts world, the power of true qi, could not be reproduced in this world.
However, as long as he was in human form, he could mostly use ordinary body training methods and some combat techniques.
However, he did not even bother to confirm it as a skill in the attribute pane, and tacitly acknowledged it as combat instincts.
With Fang Xian's knowledge and experience, it would not be too difficult to compile such a set of simple martial arts.
"Combat techniques? Perhaps some warriors would need it, but bare-handed and cold weapons are at a disadvantage against firearms, and high-ranked warriors often have matching martial arts … "
The old man instinctively started to bargain.
Products of the knowledge category did not have a clear standard value to begin with.
As a black-hearted shop owner, he naturally had to do his best to bargain.
Fang Xian was too lazy to say anything. He took the pen and paper and quickly began to write.
"Huh? The customer's drawing is very good … "
The old man was a little surprised after just looking at the beginning.
Fang Xian's hands were very steady, and the human body he drew was very vivid, like a standard anatomy textbook.
Different knowledge carriers were sold at different prices.
For example, knowledge that was directly injected into the mind was the most vivid, and it was a little worse if it was expressed in books.
And if the writer wrote messily, like a child's scribbles, the price would be even lower.
The old man originally wanted to use this to bargain, but seeing Fang Xian's standard human body sketch, and the printed words, he took the initiative to swallow those words.
"Take a look …"
Fang Xian's hands moved quickly, and he filled a piece of paper and handed it to the shop owner.
The old man found a monocle from somewhere, put it on the bridge of his nose, and carefully examined it. "Tiger Fighting Technique?"
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