Xiao Xiangzhi, you people on earth really know how to play

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the town of Connor where the Federation and the Empire handover.

The town of Connor was originally one of the post-apocalyptic survivor bases. The leader of the base at that time was Connor, and the town was named after him.

Now the survivors have merged into the two countries, but the original base has been preserved and become a small town, and as the hub of the two countries, it is full of people coming and going every day.

On the bustling main street, the headquarters of "Connor Firm" is located here.

A stooped man in a cloak walked towards the pawn window of the firm.

Jory deliberately lowered her voice to make herself sound older: "Hello, I want to send a spell card."

Mr. Pawn replied very officially: "This window is only for pawn transactions. For the auction delivery service, please go to the self-service auction delivery window to enter the information of the item you want to send. After picking up the number, go to the rest area and wait. We will send the auction according to the item you provided. information to arrange for an appraiser."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiao Rui followed the prompts of the self-service shooting machine to input the items to be sent.

Electronic female voice: "Please select an existing option or enter the name of the item you want to send."

——Psychic recovery spell card.

Electronic female voice: "Please enter the specific information of the item."

—— Quantity: one piece

——Level: Seven-star

——Shelf life: three months

—— Conversion rate: 60%

--confirm

Electronic female voice: "Sorry, the information you entered is incorrect, please re-enter."

Jory frowned, and re-entered:

—— Quantity: one piece

——Level: Seven-star

——Shelf life: three months

—— Conversion rate: 60%

--confirm

Electronic female voice: "Sorry, the information you entered is incorrect, please re-enter."

Jory: "..." What a broken machine.

"Mia~"

When Noah heard the mechanical female voice, he moved around on Jory's shoulders curiously. From the outside, it looked like an old man with a back spasm.

Unable to enter by himself, Jory had to go back to the pawn window.

"Hello, your machine does not recognize the information entered."

Mr. Pawn was a little puzzled, "What item are you sending for auction?"

"Seven-star mental power recovery spell card."

Mr. Pawn paused, "May I ask if you made this spell card yourself?"

Jory had been working behind closed doors before, and he didn't know the market value of high-star spell cards. He continued to lower his voice and said, "It's me."

Seven-star mental power recovery spell cards are considered limited items. The number of high-level spell card masters is scarce, and most of them have cooperative relations with big families. One party contributes to provide rare materials, and the other party contributes to the production of high-star secondary cards. Senior spell card masters They will not easily sell high-star spell cards to the outside market.

Therefore, high-star spell cards are in and will be in a monopoly state for a long time, and most of the spell cards that can be bought in the market are second to fifth rank.

Mr. Pawn had an idea, and his expression became more serious. As long as the level of the spell card is appraised, it cannot be faked. This is probably a high-level spell card master who is "wandering" and has not been kept by a big family. If the order is successfully sent He can get a lot of commission from the auction, and if he wins over this senior spell card master, he will not worry about having no money in the future.

Mr. Pawn took out a paper form, and respectfully said to Qiao Rui: "How about it, sir, please fill out the paper form, and I will arrange an appraiser for you."

Jory filled out the form carefully, and Noah continued to move around restlessly, but was grabbed by Jory and locked in his arms. From the outside, he could only see a small hairy ear tip shaking from time to time.

"It's written."

"Okay, let me take a look." Mr. Pawn took the delivery order, and when he saw the conversion rate, he opened and closed his mouth, as if he was a little surprised: "Uh...Mr. Bruce, you filled in the conversion rate incorrectly. Bar?"

"That's right, it's 60%"

……

At the same time, in the VIP box of the auction house on the third floor, an imposing man wearing a golden mask sat on the sofa casually with his legs crossed and looked at the booklet in his hand. The tall man is smoking a cigar with squinted eyes.

Xu Maocai patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile: "Haha, little brother, how is it, this place is not bad!"

The masked man threw the booklet on the table casually, propped his head and said casually: "That's it, tsk, didn't you say that there is Xuanfeng Lingyu tonight? Why is it not on the list? It can't be a lie Mine. I have a lot of broken things on it in my warehouse."

Xu Maocai smiled meaningfully, "Little brother, you don't know about this." He pointed to the booklet on the table with disdain, "These are all small gadgets, how can I get into my brother's booklet?" Fayan, this auction is just a joke, and the real highlight is coming later!"

The young man seemed to be aroused by him: "Is there any other auction?"

Xu Maocai leaned over and said secretly, "Have you heard of the black market?"

As if he had never heard of it, the young man asked, "Black market?"

"Haha, little brother, you are still too young." Xu Maocai said complacently: "There are many good things in the black market, and this Xuanfeng feather is a special item in this year's black market auction."

The young man wondered, "How do you know it's a special lot?"

Xu Maocai said: "Of course there are people inside. This black market auction is not accessible to ordinary people, unless someone introduces you, so you don't have to worry about it. With me and your huge registered card, little brother, that's a good deal." I can get in."

Under Xu Maocai's earnest and kind temptation, the young man seemed a little tempted, and he continued: "Little brother, I won't hide it from you. At that time, when I approached you, I was also attracted by your courage to spend a lot of money. The aura of my little brother It must be the children of some big family who come out to play and relax. My brother, I don’t need a place to play. I used to respond to everyone. It’s just that these years have become more and more desperate, and money is a little tight..."

The young man is Mo Sen. After hearing this, he already understands what Xu Maocai means. He has no shortage of places to play, but he lacks money, so he just acted in a show where he spends a lot of money. .

However, it is not certain who is taking advantage of it. He took out a cigarette in the corner of his mouth in a leisurely manner, and said lazily: "Brother Xu, it's not my brother. I don't believe you, but look, I can't even get into it." You don't even have the qualifications for the black market auction yet, isn't it too early for you to ask me for money?"

Xu Maocai wasn't angry when he said it so bluntly. Young people always speak straightforwardly, which is much easier to deal with than some old foxes.

"Haha, little brother is really joking, I'll take you to register later." Xu Maocai picked up a glass of fruit wine, "First of all, I wish my brother wins Xuanfeng Lingyu!"

Mo Sen maintained his character as a playboy, and clinked glasses with him, "Okay, let's take a look at the black market auction tonight. If it's as good as you said, then you can ask for as much money as you want."

"Okay! I just like cheerful people!"

……

In the VIP reception room.

It has been a while since Mr. Pawn invited Jory to this reception room, saying that he was asked to wait for a while and ask a special appraiser to appraise it. Only then did Jory realize that this 60% conversion rate of mental power recovery Spell cards may be more valuable than I imagined.

Knock-knock on the door.

Mr. Pawn came in with an old gentleman.

"Mr. Bruce has been waiting for a long time. Your lot is quite special. We have arranged for an experienced spell card appraiser to appraise it for you."

Jory replied, "Okay, it's all right."

The old man sat down at the table, and put the tools he brought on the table, "Please put the spell card on the instrument."

Jory inserted the spell card into the card slot, and seven lights of the instrument lit up in sequence, but the brightness of the seventh light was slightly dimmer than the others.

The old man said: "Seven-star low-grade spell cards, Mr. Bruce should have just broken through not long ago, and the mental power reserves are not consolidated. After a few more years of practice to consolidate the mental power, you can make high-grade spell cards."

Jory listened carefully. This old man is an expert, and he can tell the level of the person who made the spell card just by looking at the spell card.

The old man took out the spell card, picked up a magnifying glass and looked carefully, "Well, yes, the handwriting is smooth and flowing. Huh? I've never seen this rune pattern before."

The old gentleman looked at Jory curiously.

Qiao Rui saw that it was a pattern on a broken ancient book, and he replied indifferently: "I will not tell you."

The old man looked away regretfully, but he could understand.

Some very talented spell card masters can develop their own special rune patterns to enhance the effectiveness of the spell cards. This is a top-secret technology. Even if others copy it, they don't know where to start, what is light and what is heavy, and the pattern cannot be effective.

"Next I'll test the conversion rate."

As the old man said, he input a bit of mental power and quickly withdrew it. The spell card lit up with an orange light, and then dimmed again.

The old man was pleasantly surprised, "This... this is really a spell card with a conversion rate of 60%! This is really a miracle in the spell card world!" He turned his head and shouted to Mr. Pawn, who was also beaming, "Hurry up and call Manager Lister, come here."

"Mr. Bruce, do you only have one spell card like this?"

Looking at their actions, Jory estimated the value of this spell card much higher. Originally, he only thought that this spell card was rare at best, and maybe he could get access to the black market through the spell card. Now it seems that he should Can go more smoothly.

Jory said, "There's only this one at the moment."

The old man: "Yes, such a high conversion rate may not be able to be produced smoothly every time, but being able to have one is already far behind other spell card masters."

"Mi woo!"

——Noah is so boring!

The old man heard a voice coming from Jory's cloak and asked, "Is it your spirit beast?"

Jory appeased Noah and replied, "Yes, I'm a little angry, where is the bathroom?"

"You'll see the sign when you go out and turn left and go up the stairs."

"Okay, thank you."

Jory took Noah to the bathroom, and a man wearing a mask passed him by at the corner. The moment they passed by, the two of them resonated, and Jory hurried to the bathroom to appease Noah without noticing. The masked man stopped and turned around to look at Jory's back.

Mo Sen wondered, just now... he and the hunchbacked old man resonated?

The twilight love that Heber said suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and Mo Sen quickly shook his head, bah!Illusions, all illusions, how could he still resonate with others after he has already combined!

He turned and walked quickly back to the box.

The author has something to say: I just sent it to the manuscript box by mistake, crying.

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