Lord of Hyranza

Chapter 73
In the past half month or so, the troops arriving at the forest farm camp have gradually made the somewhat depressed temporary market outside the camp become more and more lively.

Many caravans keenly sensed business opportunities, and they gathered from all directions at the foot of this lush mountain.

The white tents erected are like mushrooms after the rain, emerging from the hillside one after another.

He Boqiang returned to the campsite of the businessman Larkin, and just as he was about to get into the tent, he saw Gabi, the curly-haired boy, sticking out his head from another tent, winking and smirking at He Boqiang.

He Boqiang walked over and looked at Gabi quietly.

The curly-haired boy looked at He Boqiang's body armor with envy, and said with a smile:
"Little Duck, your leather armor is so handsome."

He Boqiang was sitting on the grass at the entrance of Gabi's tent, and together with Gabi, he looked at the Gandal Mountains in the distance.

On the other side of the sea of ​​clouds, a golden sun is about to end from the mountains.

The curly-haired boy lay on the grass and said to He Boqiang:
"Are you going into the mountains with Surdak and the others tomorrow?"

He Boqiang nodded.

"Be careful on that road." The curly-haired boy had some light freckles on his face, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit. He reached into the tent, took out a tin can, and placed it on He Boqiang. in front of him, said:
"I think you might need this..."

He Boqiang took it and felt heavy in his hand.

This thin subway leather box looks a bit like...

Curly-haired smugly, "It's canned meat. Larkin invited me and Ulysses to eat it once. It's delicious."

Unexpectedly, there are cans in this world. He Boqiang thinks that no matter how it tastes, it is worth trying.

"It's a bit expensive. I can't buy a few boxes with my monthly salary, but it's very convenient to carry around. Would you like to bring a few boxes?" Gabi said.

He Boqiang nodded, gestured with his hand, and asked the price of this thing.

Gabi's eyes widened, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he couldn't believe it. He asked He Boqiang, "Are you really going to buy it? Actually...I think it is more economical to have wheat cakes and jerky."

He Boqiang reiterated that he was very sure.

Like a mouse, Gabby got into the tent, took out a few more cans, and handed it to He Boqiang, adding:

"Well, actually, you don't have to worry about logistical supplies. There will be caravans that will organize transport teams to send food supplies into the mountains."

He Boqiang patted the curly-haired boy on the shoulder, expressing that he didn't care about this, then he took off his purse from his waist and counted out the full amount of silver coins and handed it to Gabi.

These goods are all owned by the boss, Larkin, and Gabi usually sells them on a street stall. Gabi counts the silver scorpions carefully. He has not learned arithmetic, so he can only line up the cans of meat, and put a foot on the front of each can. After the forehead was full, he took away the silver, while He Boqiang took the cans.

He Boqiang put six boxes of canned food into his backpack, and pushed the remaining one in front of Gabi the curly-haired boy.

"Are you going to give it to me?"

He Boqiang nodded.

"Oh, no, no, I can't accept this gift from you..."

He Boqiang didn't push it hard on the curly boy, but pulled out the dagger from his calf, cut open the lid of the can, and found that there was a whole piece of cooked beef inside, he tried to cut a piece with a knife and put it in his mouth, The beef is crispy and full of flavor, but the spice is a little special.

Then he handed the opened can and dagger to Gabi, Gabi widened his eyes, took it in his hand with a cheer, cut out a large piece and put it in his mouth, and said to He Boqiang, "I think this thing is different from roasting. Oatmeal is simply the perfect match."

"I really can't think of how the orcs put such a large piece of beef into a tin box, and this thing can be kept for a long time."

"I am very envious of the orcs in the Pai Plateau. I heard that when they drove their cattle to wander in the wasteland, their luggage was full of this stuff. They eat canned meat just like we eat oatmeal cakes. I envy the lives of those orcs!"

He Boqiang got up and returned to his tent after listening to Gabi, the curly-haired boy.

Larkin has been importing a lot of goods one after another recently, which made the tent even more crowded, and there were even some oily paper bags under the bed.

He Boqiang sat on the bed and poured out all the coins in the money bag. In the clanging sound, there were a lot of silver scorpions mixed with copper plates, gold coins, and three magic spar the size of pigeon eggs. This is all He Boqiang's property. .

Tomorrow, I have to pay the blacksmith to transform Roman swords, more than 80 silver coins will be less than a dozen.

He Boqiang picked out four gold coins from the money pile. The money was distributed to He Boqiang after the second team sold the spoils.

According to Red Socks, the money can be worth half a year's army salaries. Since the denominations of gold coins are relatively large, silver coins and scattered copper plates are the main currencies in circulation.

Thinking that he was about to leave the forest farm camp, He Boqiang suddenly wanted to go to the street market again.

He re-packed these coins into different categories and put them into the money bag, and when he held them in his hand, they would make a series of crisp sounds, and he would feel much more at ease.

After walking out of the tent again, the big man Ulysses had woken up, and was sitting on the wooden shelf outside the tent with an iron rod in his hand. His main task every day was to keep vigil at night to prevent the homeless and thieves from taking Larkin. goods were stolen.

He Boqiang and Ulysses waved.

Ulysses said to He Boqiang in a simple and honest voice: "Little Duck, where are you going so late?"

He Boqiang pointed to the street outside and walked straight out.

The sky gradually darkened, and the stars appeared one after another in the night sky.

The soldiers in the barracks returned to the camp one after another, making the market deserted.

Some turpentine torches were lit in the street market, and some booths were also propped up with colorful magic street lamps. He Boqiang walked along the market stalls one by one. When he saw some magic cores on the stalls, he would stop and look at them.

The stall owners chatted with him, but found that the young man who gambled on magic cores didn't say a word. If there are selected magic cores, as long as the price is not ridiculously expensive, they will basically buy them at will.

However, the stall owners didn't see him. When they opened any magic core, they usually put it into the money bag and left silently.

After walking around the market, He Boqiang didn't expect that he had bought eight first-class demon cores before he knew it.

Not only did he take out the [-] silver coins in the purse, but he even spent all the four gold coins in the purse.

I saw a small file sold at a street stall, and I bought one for five silver coins. When I returned to the tent, I found that there were only a dozen or so lonely copper plates, gold coins and The silver scorpion all turned into eight small magic cores.

He Boqiang sat at the entrance of the tent, using the weak street light outside, holding the small file in his hand to file open the hard skin of the magic core. Layers are peeled off.

After filing dozens of times, I saw a spar like broken diamonds appearing in the magic core.

As the magic core was opened, those fine spar the size of a grain of rice were scattered in He Boqiang's hands...

He Boqiang was a little dumbfounded. Looking at the finely broken magic spar in his hand, he didn't expect that the first one would turn out a bunch of not very valuable magic spar fragments.

These shards of magic spar are too broken to sell for any price, they can only be ground into powder and become ingredients for magic ink.

The next five first-level magic cores only produced magic spar fragments, four of which were as fine as gravel, only two were distributed in flakes, and only the value of such magic crystal fragments would be calculated. slightly larger.

Each of the eight magic spar can feel a touch of magic power.

After grinding, He Boqiang discovered that not all the magic nuclei that emit magic power have magic spar, and more magic nuclei only have some fine shards of magic spar.

He Boqiang was a little speechless and file the last two slightly larger magic nuclei away from the hard skin. Looking at the magic spar that looked like a longan grape, He Boqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, the first six of the magic spar can only be said to be no loss, and the last two are only a small profit...

(End of this chapter)