Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 215 Trading
At ten o'clock in the morning, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the Qingshi Department is located.

The old witch doctor Qing Zhagu's eyelids trembled, his mood was completely opposite to the weather.

His smile was stiff, and his tone was dry: "Guest, our Qingshi Department does not produce Gale Potion."

Gale Potion is more valuable than Red Heart Grass. The output of Red Heart Grass is not small, and there are other places on the mainland where it can be cultivated.

But the secret recipe of Gale Potion is in the hands of those big tribes, and it cannot be kept secret.

For small marginal tribes like the Qingshi tribe, if they need this kind of potion, they have to buy it from the big tribe.

Ren didn't care so much, with a bright smile on his face: "Inventory, you always have some reserves, don't be too polite, I know you can't sell that stuff.

I am a kind-hearted person. Your tribe has just suffered a huge loss. The money for buying medicine should be considered as my donation to your reconstruction after the disaster!
Not much, just three bottles, I will pay a sky-high price of 50 gold coins, no change required! "

Gale Potion is hard to get in the market, usually you can sell it for 200 gold coins for a small bottle, and you may not be able to buy it.

Looking at Ren who was talking nonsense and feeling good about himself, Suzanne stretched out her palm to cover her lips to prevent herself from laughing out loud. Scholar Dennis wanted to roll his eyes when he heard it.

Taking a deep breath, the old witch doctor was so angry that he had a heart attack, his face flushed, and finally he nodded helplessly.

The Qingshi Department has lost the ancestor spirit. He also summoned the carefully cultivated insects and ants before, and he has already used his hole cards. The chief was severely injured and has no fighting power for the time being.

Only the 7 surviving totem warriors of Tier [-] and Tier [-] couldn't stop Ren, who was still stronger than Ugo the Iron Fist, let alone a very powerful [Druid] on the opposite side.

Insufficient strength, can only be reduced to fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Seeing that he agreed, Ren smiled and handed the money bag to the old witch doctor Zaku, which contained only 350 gold coins.

One hundred red heart grasses only gave 200 gold coins, and three bottles of Gale Potion cost 150 gold coins. If the transaction is normal, even if the mouth is worn out, there is no more than 1500 gold coins, and it is impossible to get it.

"Zack, take the guests to trade items." Holding the somewhat light purse in his hand, the old witch doctor Zaku's heart was empty, and his tone was very depressed.

A totem warrior with thick eyebrows and big eyes came over, and he greeted Ren and the others to go to the warehouse on the west side of the tribe.

It was probably Ren and the others who saved the Qingshi Department once. Zach was quite polite. Of course, he didn't understand much natural language. He didn't know that the old witch doctor was blackmailed and hemorrhaged once.

After Ren and the others left, a dark-skinned little boy ran over. He looked at the old witch doctor in confusion: "Master witch doctor, why do we have to make a deal with them? The gold coins they gave are not enough!"

The old witch doctor touched the child's little head. The little boy was talented, and he was one of the candidates for the next witch doctor. He could understand most natural languages.

"This result is not bad. At least the Qingshi Department is still there, and he paid back some money." The wrinkles on Zaku's face stretched out, revealing a kind smile.

"Outsiders invaded our land and killed our people...all of them are bad people and should be cursed!"

The little boy said in a low voice, there was hatred in the eyes that should have been childish and innocent.

Sighing, the old witch doctor shook his head: "Son, don't be dazzled by hatred, distinguish the two groups.

It is impossible for you to be an enemy of all outsiders, because compared to foreigners, we have more terrifying enemies, such as those ogres..."

Speaking of those man-eating monsters, the little boy showed horror.

A few months ago, the ghouls plundered the population on the plains, and some attacked the Qingshi Department. He had seen ghouls eating people before, and it was a nightmare.

Zhagu looked at the little boy with a frightened face and sighed leisurely, remembering that half a month ago, he went to attend the Kangao tribe's witch festival ceremony.

At that time, the patriarchs of the three ancient totem tribes with a scale of [-] people (in the culture of the Kangao people, only the leaders of large tribes can be called patriarchs, and small and medium-sized tribes are called chiefs.) and the great witch doctor were present.

They said that since the ghoul rebellion broke out a few months ago, a dozen small tribes had perished, and the casualties and losses were enormous.

They made it clear that they must strengthen ties with foreigners, suppress conflicts and hatred, maintain restraint, and tide over this wave together.

For this reason, Yuan Zharo, the patriarch of Yuanshibu (one of the three ancient totem tribes of the Kangao people), has gone to Wisteria City, the capital of Faroran, to visit the director of Bureau 7, Karl Mordred, and ask for help.

In a word, the ghoul chaos this time is very deep, far from being as simple as it seems on the surface, and the undercurrent is raging, and the Kangao people are a little bit unable to support it.

"Son, aliens are human beings after all, and the descendants of those devils regard us as ants!"

The old witch doctor Zaku had a look of exhaustion on his weather-beaten face. He didn't like those greedy and sinister foreigners, but the devils were more dangerous.

He taught the little boy, and the child nodded half-understood.

Time passed slowly, the sun rose three poles, the sun was scorching the earth, and the yellow sand was shining brightly. The fresh human palms still stood up, like a group of green guards, guarding this ancient land.

Ren carried a black cloth package on his back and bid farewell to the scholar Dennis. The purpose of this trip for Ren and Susanna has been achieved, but the scholar will stay to investigate.

He gave Dennis 10 stalks of red heart grass, and originally wanted to give him a small bottle of blast potion, but he refused.

Because Dennis once got this potion from a friend, which is one of the reasons why he was curious about the Kangol people.

"Mr. Scholar, we are going back, do you know the way back alone?" Suzanne asked.

Dennis smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I've already walked through it once, and I've marked the plants along the way.

Two days later, after the inspection, I will run away immediately. After all, I have offended the Skeleton Gang. You two had better leave here as soon as possible. "

Leaving some kind of imprint on plants is also one of the abilities of the druid profession.

Ren showed a mysterious smile when he heard the words, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you don't need to run away, the ghost hand won't live long, and you will hear about his death soon."

With a surprised look on his face, Dennis sized up Ren: "Is this why you want to take Ugo away?"

Iron Fist Ugo didn't die, but he was seriously injured, tied up, and fed a lot of anesthetics.

The other captives, Ren, ignored him, but he brought Ugo with him, so naturally he had his plan.

He was planning to do something at the Spring of Yan next year, but now there is an excellent opportunity in front of him, and he certainly won't miss it.

"That's right, let me just say it, if you follow me these few days, you can make a fortune." Ren said with confidence.

Scholar Dennis adjusted his glasses, shook his head, and said very calmly, "No, I'm not short of money!"

Damn, Ren curled his lips: "Forget it, I'll give more to my female secretary. She can't afford cosmetics anymore, and she looks at me with resentment all day long."

Suzanne gave Ren a white look, and the revenge was avenged. She had no worries and was already planning to hang out with him.

The two waved goodbye to the scholar, took Ugo who was tied into a brown bun, turned and walked out of the tribe.

At this time, the scholar Dennis suddenly said: "Remember, leave the Pugani Plain as soon as possible after killing Marcello!"

"Don't worry, I know very well that this incident is just a prelude."

The Rebellion of Ghouls is no longer a simple ceremony for the promotion of Grand Duke, and it may be the opening ceremony of a new era.

(End of this chapter)