Scrap Miss Nishiki

Chapter 155

There are some cages with magical beasts scattered in the woods. There are large and small magical beasts of different levels, but most of them are low-level magical beasts. Catherine is familiar with the first-level magic rabbits to the fourth-level wind wolves.

Of course, these things couldn't shock Catherine. What shocked her was the medicinal herbs in the hands of those half-squatting merchants. The man in the purple robe clearly held a cloud mist grass in his hand!How precious the cloud grass is, and judging from the mist emitted from above, it is still a top-quality cloud grass!
Heroin followed Catherine's gaze and felt happy. He knew that bringing Miss Catherine here must have some effect. It was a cloud mist grass, which was extremely precious, but it was nothing to him.

"Miss Catherine, let's go ahead and have a look!" Heroin invited.

Catherine nodded, and the Cloud Mist Grass was just outside the forest, so what precious things would there be inside?At this moment, the purpose of heroin is clear to her heart, and she has to admit that threats are useless to her, but flattery is somewhat useful. Seeing that heroin is such a good person, she reluctantly helps him.

Catherine didn't think she had anything that these shrewd businessmen could take a fancy to. What they were looking for was only the Feisal family and her status as a Templar Knight and Holy Viscount.

Catherine and Heroin walked side by side. The merchants here will not disturb others at will, let alone grab items that others fancy. Catherine already has a cloud grass in her hand. She shifted her gaze and looked forward.

Most of the merchants here bring their own things to exchange with others. They seldom buy directly with gold coins. Some people even take out ninth-level magic crystals. Only one step away, the ninth-level magic crystal is very ordinary in appearance, if it is thrown on the ground, someone may kick it out as a stone...

Just as Catherine was thinking, she heard a cry of exclamation from the front. She followed the sound and saw that a dwarf was fighting for a dagger with an old man with a white beard. Agile without any sense of clumsiness.

The white-bearded old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and cursed angrily, "Fazl, you bastard, you're just a dagger, grab your ass, grab your family!"

The dwarf snatched the dagger, ignoring the old man at all. He looked at the dagger carefully, with a trace of doubt in his expression. The dagger had not yet opened its edge, but it implied a sharp edge. There was a blood groove in the middle of the dagger, and the dagger itself was transparent. It is dark blue in color, engraved with mysterious textures, and it feels extremely rough to the touch. Observing the textures, let him understand that this dagger is a rare top-quality product.

After the dagger was forged, the white-bearded old man obviously sprinkled a layer of magic crystal powder on it. These textures formed a simple magic circle. When the magic crystal powder penetrated into it, the magic circle formed instantly, and the white-bearded old man even scratched There are a few traces, although they seem to be drawn randomly, but this technique cannot be underestimated. If the traces are slightly deviated, the diamond-forged dagger will be useless, and the magic crystal powder on it seems to be the water-type siren. magic crystal...

Catherine leaned forward, and the white-bearded old man glanced at her, and chased her away impatiently: "Go away, children, don't make trouble!"

"Diamonds, I have a lot of these things." Catherine whispered.

When the white-bearded old man heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and the dwarf Fazl raised his head. Now he feels that this dagger seems to be nothing. If he can get enough diamonds, then he can make a better one. s things!
"Master Fazl, if you were given enough diamonds and longan gems, would you be able to make a sword? Like this!"

Catherine transformed into the lightsaber in her hand. Her lightsaber was shaped like the famous Xuanyuan Sword in China. Looking at Master Fazl, Catherine couldn't help being a little disappointed when she saw his brows frowning.

"How do you know this kind of sword? Come on, tell me and I'll build it for you for free!" The white-bearded old man's eyes flashed with excitement. He stared into Catherine's eyes and asked forcefully.

Catherine frowned. The shape of this lightsaber originated from China. Has this old man seen it?
"This is a secret. Have you seen this sword?" Catherine's eyes turned cold. If the old man replied that he had seen it, did it mean that some seniors in Huaxia had traveled here?
"I haven't seen it, but my family has a map similar to this sword. I never knew how to make it. Now I understand!" The white-bearded old man stroked his beard and sighed. I met this girl when I was very old. Although I don't know her origin, but judging by her bearing, she is extraordinary.

"Then can you help me create it? I will provide enough diamonds and even magic crystal powder!"

"The magic crystal of the holy rank is needed to make the sword blade of the holy rank, and I prefer the grass mud horse of the Lamir prairie!" the old man with the white beard squinted his eyes and smiled wickedly. Have a little banter.

The corners of Catherine's mouth twitched slightly. She had never heard of a magical beast called a grass mud horse in the Lamir Prairie. Isn't this a product of a spoof by the Chinese people?
"Old guy, where are the grass mud horses and you didn't tell me?" Before the old man with white beard could answer, he saw a middle-aged man next to him take the conversation. Friends for many years, you didn't tell me, it's really immoral!"

"Fuck you, Matisse, I just said that if there is a magic crystal of the grass mud horse, I will create a magic sword of the holy rank! Hey, what a pity, although the grass mud horse is powerful, it is extremely rare!"

After listening to their words, Catherine has confirmed that grass mud horses do exist in the Lamir Prairie, but why is there no record in the books of the mainland?

The white-bearded old man looked at Catherine, pointed to Catherine and said, "If you have the magic crystal of the grass mud horse, then she has the longan gem! Hehe, Matisse, for the sake of our many years of friendship, you must share it with me at that time." a little!"

"Hey, you old guy, you snatched the material for this dagger. You are so shameless. You have no morals, no morals, no conscience, where is your humanity?"

Catherine broke out in a cold sweat. This Matisse is simply too tough. Thinking of this, she looked at Matisse with admiration.

"Hey, baby, if you have longan gemstones, I'd like to buy them, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)