Citing a simple example, if the Symbiosis sect paid a huge price to kill Scarface Harry, and the loot dropped was Sheyan's obsidian fossilized anchor, would the Metals professor want it for himself? Of course he would! But would the Metals professor dare to take it for himself? The answer was no. If he did so, the morale of all the close-combat contestants who were charging at the front of the party would definitely fall apart, and the whole party would be torn apart. Everyone would want such an item, but under the circumstances, even the party leader wouldn't dare to take it.
On the contrary, if he obtained the valiant black grade weapon 'Ambition', if any close combatant dared to take it for himself, then the agility long range combatants would definitely revolt. That would obviously violate the rules of the party and even the realm. To be able to survive till now in this world, no one would be an idiot to risk their lives for free. Once this rule was broken, then the entire party's foundation would be shaken!
When Sheyan limped out of this hilly region, it was already close to noon. Behind him, the lush green waves of the distant hills could be seen. Occasionally, the wind would carry the indignant howls of the centaurs. When Sheyan decided to leave, the centaurs had already sensed something amiss. Thus, they became vigilant, forming groups of three as they started to search the surroundings. If he continued to stay, he would most likely die in that beautiful scenery of this place.
At present, Sheyan's reputation amongst the centaurs had dropped by 5000 points, and the centaurs' aggro priority had increased by + 5. Sheyan reckoned that once a centaur saw him, even if he was facing a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, Phoenix sis and Moon Phoenix would definitely chase after him relentlessly. Hence, he ignored his injuries and walked out of the centaur's territory before stopping.
In the nearby stream, Sheyan tidied himself up, washing off the blood and bandaging his wounds. Then, he took the opportunity to check his spoils of war.
5 centaurs dropped a total of 4 keys, such a drop rate was pretty good. But to centaurs who didn't have any obvious weaknesses, the difficulty of hunting required a high drop rate. If not, it wouldn't conform to the realm's principle of 'the greater the danger, the greater the reward'.
Among the four keys, there was one dark blue key, one light blue key, and the other two white keys. Sheyan had always had a wish, that was to open N number of keys and N number of chests at once. This sort of hobby was probably similar to a child's hobby of peeling melon seeds, piling them together and devouring them in one gulp. This time, after slaying the centaur, Sheyan could finally fulfill a small part of his wish. Very quickly, the nightmare imprint's notification of spoils of war flooded the screen.
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Scroll: Black Voodoo
Material: parchment
Quality: Dark blue.
[Description: This is a vicious technique created by Hertz Ruhr after mastering some simple Dark Sorcery spells and combining them with plants.] After learning it, you can create poison: Black Voodoo.
Skill Description: Please refer to the previous section.
Prerequisites: Basic Meditation Lv.3, Basic Prayer Lv.3, or Advanced Sorcery Mastery.
Equipment Battle Utility Points: 10
Description: It is best to carry an air freshener on you at all times.]
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Weapon: Hertz Ruhr's wooden spear
Quality: Dark blue
Material: Beech wood
Damage: 11 – 30
Attack Interval: 2 seconds
Durability: 1533
Attack Range: 3 metres (Close combat)/25 metres (Throwing, the accuracy cannot be guaranteed because the current owner does not possess the relevant prerequisite ability)
Equipment: Piercing damage + 10. Weapons with piercing damage have a greater chance of penetrating the enemy. Bleeding rate + 10%, bleeding damage + 10%
Equipment: Strength + 3
Equipment Position: Hand
Weight: 8 kg
Equipment Battle Utility Points: 13
Description: Only by smearing the Black Voodoo on it, will the weapon's maximum destructive power be unleashed.
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Following that, Sheyan obtained the following items:
[Fresh centaur liver x2: 120 minutes of freshness, effect???]
[Complete centaur grey leather x2: Not tanned, effect???]
[Complete centaur black shiny leather x1: Not tanned, effect???]
[Long shiny black mane x1: Effect???]
[Fresh centaur thigh meat: 360 minutes of freshness, effect???]
[Centaur heart x2: Effect???]
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According to Sheyan's conjecture, these items were all valuable. All the unknown items should be valuable. Perhaps some storyline characters in Diagon Alley were purchasing them at a high price. It was a pity that there wasn't any 'centaur whip', if not Sheyan would have proactively promoted it to an appropriate person in Diagon Alley, those 40 to 50 years old uncle who was wearing expensive clothing.
After sending the house elf Laji back, Sheyan used floo powder to return to Diagon Alley. But he wasn't in a hurry to find his dear Infinite, because currently Sheyan had no money on him, unable to pay the rental fee for the house elf Laji. To a goblin, Sheyan had sufficient reason to believe that if he owed them money, the consequences would be severe. Maybe Infinite would immediately call for a group of guards to strip him of all his valuables. Anyway, the centaur liver's freshness lasted for 2 hours, he just had to rush over before then.
Even though it was broad daylight, Overturn Alley was still deserted. If a gust of wind blew up a few fallen leaves, it would really resemble a cemetery. Sheyan brushed shoulders with a few fellows whose faces were hidden behind their windbreaker hats, he couldn't help but shiver from the aura emitted from their bodies.
London's third meat joint centre seemed to be even more low-key during the day. Coincidentally, an old woman with a long nose and missing teeth was setting up a stall on the trapdoor. Her stall was filled with junk. The old woman was tanned and skinny, curled up in her thick clothes, completely indifferent to everything around her. Sheyan went up to speak but she ignored him. Obviously his high 2 points of charm had once again displayed its positive and valiant effect.
Helpless, Sheyan looked around and saw that there weren't any idle people around. He could only take out the few bloody centaur skins, directly shouting to the ground.
"John, if you still want the goods, then you have a minute to grab hold of this opportunity. “
Sheyan roared a few times but to no avail. Instead, the old granny glanced at the leather bag on Sheyan's back. Initially, she was rather calm, but after a few careful glances, she became rather astonished. Her hoarse voice sounded.
"Centaur skin? You want to exchange it for money? “
Sheyan was stunned.
"Of course, if you can pay the price?" “
The old woman's hoarse voice continued.
"Let me take a look."
She leaned forward, using her chicken claw like fingers to caress the skin.
"How rare, there are no traces of magic burns. 100 pounds for one, I'll take it. “
Sheyan immediately snatched the centaur skin over, smiling insincerely as he said.
"Hello auntie, goodbye auntie. “
But one couldn't blame the old woman for being stingy, it was because Sheyan's charm was too low. There were two reasons why the burly John would offer such a sincere price to Sheyan. Firstly, he was in dire need of this batch of goods. Secondly, this was the goblin Infinite's follow-up mission, the original intention was to compensate contestants for the loss of charm due to the goblin ignoring it. Hence, the reward was rather generous. Hence, the nightmare realm allowed the burly John to ignore charm and offer a fixed price, to prevent people with high charm from profiting.
The old granny reluctantly watched as Sheyan pulled back the bundle of leather, she unwillingly asked.
"What else do you have? “
Since Sheyan had already determined that she was a profiteer, he no longer intended to deal with her.
"Yes, a lot, but you can't afford it. “
The old woman was about to continue speaking, but Sheyan heard a voice behind him. Being in Tumble alley, a place of suspicion, his nerves were always tense. He immediately turned around and saw the person he was looking for was John. Hardedef immediately noticed the centaur skin on his back. His eyes glowed as he pulled Sheyan to the side and whispered.
"Oh, my God, have you persuaded the great Queen Elizabeth to wage war against these savage fools of the Centaurs? You have to be careful of those idiots from the Ministry of Magic! “
As he spoke, he led Sheyan to a nearby room. Following a flight of stairs, he jumped down into a cellar, and pulled out a slippery door on the wall. Very quickly, Sheyan found himself in the trading hall of London's No.3 meat joint centre. But this time, he enjoyed the VIP treatment of a single room.
"The quality is really good. There are no burn marks, no damned magic disturbances, and no damned magic halogen residue. Buddy, you did a good job."
John said excitedly as he patted the three pieces of leather.
Sheyan shrugged his shoulders.
"Dear John, that's not important to me. What's important is that it can be sold at a price that matches the quality. “
John laughed.
"You will be satisfied. What was the price we discussed at the beginning? “
Sheyan immediately replied.
"The white and brown ones weigh 400 pounds each, the black and gray ones weigh 200 pounds each. “
John immediately pulled out a thick wad of cash.
"The quality of the centaur skin you brought is unexpectedly good. I'll give you 300 pounds each, how about that?" "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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