Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system

July 10th, early morning.

slave market.

The sun had not yet risen when Lear arrived;

The light morning mist and high humidity suppressed the stench in the air.

This made him feel better again.

I've been here once before, and I feel much more familiar today.

Quickly come to the fifth area and find the Gray Mist Chamber of Commerce.

This is a much smaller chamber of commerce than the Longya Chamber of Commerce, with a facade less than 50 meters wide.

There were no iron cages for slaves inside, but all kinds of strange things.

A series of shackles of various models and thicknesses, and dozens of types of chains.

There are also shackles to lock the neck, gags to gag the mouth, and barbed whips.

The Gray Mist Chamber of Commerce does not sell slaves, but everything is inseparable from slaves.

On one of the shelves, there were piles of dry, cow dung-like feces.

Earth dragons are herbivorous monsters. Like cows, the smell of feces is not strong to begin with. After treatment, the smell is gone.

When he saw Lear, a thin and dry man wearing a luxurious robe studded with gems, a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks came forward to receive him.

"My lord, what do you need?"

The voice was sharp, with some accent.

This tone made Lear frown slightly.

I glanced around and immediately saw the conspicuous display of earth dragon excrement.

Judging from the appearance, they are all freshly baked, which is obviously different from the intelligence.

Just as he was about to speak, his eyes caught sight of a small, inconspicuous area at the bottom of the shelf.

The ground dragon feces on it is extremely dry, and there is still dust on the surface that has not been wiped clean. You can tell that it has been there for a while.

With a slight sense of touch, I could detect the subtle difference between it and the earth dragon feces, and my heart moved slightly.

A panel comes to mind.

Dragon excrement (dried)

[Level]: 2 stars

[Characteristics]: After soaking in blood, the dragon's power contained in the feces can be reactivated. Ordinary beings will be frightened by the dragon's power and dare not approach.

Good guy, just dried feces is a 2-star treasure!

The dragon is indeed synonymous with power in this world.

"What are these prices?"

The boss, who was about to brag, looked at Lear's gesture and his expression froze.

This was rubbish mixed in with the batch. He was also fooled. He originally planned to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear it, so he took it for a chance and sold it.

What if there is an ignorant person?

He rolled his eyes and said loudly.

"Earth dragons are usually level 10, but these are the feces of level 12 earth dragons!"

"We wanted to save it before selling it later, but we didn't think so. We kept it for too long and almost forgot about it. I just remembered it today."

"Although the value is much higher than ordinary feces, our selling price is only the same as ordinary earth dragon feces!"

"If you need it, I can give you a 10% discount!"

The corner of Lear's mouth twitched, he really thought the buyer was a fool, even he could say this.

This guy is incomparable to the fat boss of Longya Chamber of Commerce.

"There's no need to come here for free. No one else will want this thing if you give it to me. Please give me a real price. I'll go to the wilderness not far away, as long as it has some efficacy."

The sharp-tongued boss didn't feel embarrassed at all and said with a smile.

"I know you know your stuff and I can't hide it from you."

"Ordinary Earth Dragon excrement costs 1 gold coin per kilogram. I'll give you a 50% discount on these. If you take them all away, the total will be 10 gold coins!"

Looking at the pile, it must weigh at least ten or twenty pounds.

Buying a pile of giant dragon excrement at this price will give you brain congestion.

This is a 2-star treasure. Although it doesn't sound good to say it out loud, who would let it be something that fell from a giant dragon?

"20 silver coins, take them all away. No need to bargain with me. If I don't go too far, this won't have much effect, so I won't even give it to you."

"If you don't sell it to me today, I won't know what the price will be next time. Besides, are you sure that the effectiveness of this thing will not continue to be lost?"

This knife struck directly on the aorta.

But his few words immediately shut up the boss who wanted to speak.

This damn thing makes sense.

This thing has been here for three months, and no one asked. The dragon power, which is lighter than water, really makes people not want to take a second look.

Going to the wilderness means risking your life in a fight, but buying this thing doesn't mean you risk your life?

"You've already said that, what else can I say? Okay, I'll make friends and I'll give you away!"

He said waving to the side.

A staff member immediately ran up, quickly picked up the bag and packed the dragon excrement, and tied a few extra strong knots.

Lear counted out 20 silver coins and handed them over, picked up the bag and left.

From entering the store to picking up the goods and leaving, it takes less than two minutes, and the whole process is as smooth as silk.

This 2-star dragon excrement was accepted with 20 silver coins.

Make money with blood!

The boss with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks waited for Lear's back to disappear, then proudly raised his head and looked at his assistant.

"Did you see that? To do business, you need to have means!"

"Sir, I will sell this kind of inferior goods for 20 silver coins! You also said that you should throw it away as soon as possible. Tell me, garbage can also be sold at a good price!"

"I need to learn more in the future!"

"Yes, yes, you are right! If we want to do business, it has to be you, President!!"

Dude sucks up a lot.

The next day, July 11, the entrance to the black market in the 9th neighborhood.

A one-armed old man wearing a black robe, with dozens of ores placed in front of him.

He slowly rubbed the dark ore in his hand, ignoring the people walking back and forth.

Based on his many years of experience in setting up stalls, it is easier to do business on the black market by pretending to be superior and appearing indifferent.

The ones who cheat are those who don’t understand.

Those who know what he is doing will not give him a second glance. He bought these ores from the garbage dump of the dwarf forge for a silver coin.

It's all junk, there isn't much metal left in it.

What ore could escape the eyes of a dwarf?

It's a pity that if he hadn't broken one of his arms while cheating, he would still be able to do more. Now that he's old, he can only rely on this method to wait for the fat pigs to come to him.

After a long time, I felt a little tired from holding the ore, so I stretched out. I saw a young figure approaching from the corner of my eye, and my eyes lit up.

Isn't this the guy who spent more than 20 gold coins at the stall next to him a few days ago to buy things from tomb robbers?

It's here again! !

This guy saw it first at his booth that day! !

After looking at his stall for so long and even buying things from grave robbers, how fat does this guy have to be? !

Wait for the other party to get closer and cough lightly.

"Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a few days. I have collected a lot of good things. Do you want to come and see me again?"

It's good to act superior to strangers, but when you find a fat sheep, you have to take action.

Lear looked at the one-armed old man saying hello, his expression a bit subtle.

Is this delivered to your door?

"What ore is there? Take it out and have a look."

The one-armed old man smiled proudly.

"These are all new goods. I bought them at a high price. The last batch were all bought by others. I heard that one of them contained dragon's blood gold about the size of half a thumb."

The last batch of goods was sold, but one person bought them all for 5 silver coins.

Because there is half a piece inside, and there are a few strands of rare metal hidden inside. If you smelt it all, you might be able to earn two or three silver coins.

He knew there was nothing he could do, he didn't have the technology.

The black market is not just about big business, people who rely on three melons and two dates to survive also occupy a large part.

Dragon blood gold?

Lear smiled, and his bragging was enough to make him go to heaven.

Seeing through it without saying anything, I started rummaging around silently.

After going through everything, his eyes seemed to have discovered something, and he looked at the one-armed old man.

"What is this piece in your hand? Can you get your hands on it and take a look?"

The one-armed old man was stunned and admired from the bottom of his heart.

"Your Excellency, you have such a good eye! This ore is extraordinary!"

Of all the ores, this was the only one he picked up from the river outside the city last month. He kept it because it felt good and he had a tray when he was showing off.

The other party actually took a fancy to it. This vision was really amazing!

Such a good fat sheep, why did he let it go last time? He still has to change his strategy and can't just show off.

He introduced with a slight cough.

"This is a treasure I received from a dwarf craftsman with a lot of money. It contains a slight amount of mithril!"

A piece of mithril the size of your thumb can buy a manor in the center of Lorain City!

"It's so expensive, so forget it. I can't afford it."

The one-armed old man narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this.

"The price is high for a reason. The ore below is quite cheap. Do you think you can appreciate it?"

"That's right, but I don't have much money left. I spent it all in the past two days."

Damn, it’s too late.

What others said may be false, but a few days ago, I watched the other party buy a few rags with more than 20 gold coins, and he seemed to be happy.

It's strange that this prodigal son can keep money.

He couldn't sit still for a while and looked directly at each other.

"I see that you have come here twice. If you like it, it doesn't matter even if the price is higher, right?"

"You get what you pay for, you should understand this."

"It's impossible to spend a few copper coins to get the quality of dozens of gold coins!"

"Well, tell me how much you are willing to pay. If it's too expensive, forget it."

After thinking for a moment, the one-armed old man slowly raised five fingers.

"50 gold coins!"

Then he saw his fat sheep throwing down the ore without even looking at it, and just wanted to leave.

He stopped immediately.

"This is my previous selling price. Seeing that you like it so much today, you only need 30, not 20 gold coins to take it directly."

The other party was silent and slowly took out 10 silver coins.

The one-armed old man looked at the opponent's open palms and took a deep breath.

"Your Majesty is really going to kill me."

Before he finished speaking, all the silver coins in his hand were in his hands, and then Lear felt like a stone was stuffed into his hand.

"In that case, let me make you a friend!"

A random stone can be sold for 10 silver coins. Where can I find this business? I'll go to the river tomorrow and pick up a few more.

This fat sheep is so easy to slaughter.

The one-armed old man felt delighted.