"As you said just now, there are not many people who can use this pair of arm shields at this stage because it requires special skills." The other party paused for a moment, "And if you buy 18 gold coins for such non-essential items, will there be anyone else besides you guys who used their lives to fight?"

According to the official statement, six of the original testers had to undergo permanent psychiatric treatment. Although it was not explained what the reason was, their image in the public eye was frozen as the guinea pigs in the laboratory.

"It seems that you deliberately put these things out to attract the attention of our successors!" By this time Barrett was still unclear about the other party's meaning, and that was a real fool. "Tell me! What is your purpose? There is something that is not easy to take on publicly and want us to eat!"

"As a matter of fact, the heirs who can do well are smart people. That's right! There are indeed some things. Is it interesting to say something?" The other party's expression was obviously a fried dough stick, and he wouldn't show off the hawk without seeing a rabbit! The other party's words meant to sell stolen goods, but even the heirs are not everyone who has a channel to sell stolen goods. So someone here deliberately clicked it.

"It's interesting, why is it boring? But you don't look like you wear that kind of thing on your body at any time, and it's not a place to talk now!" Barrett gave the other party a look, "Ask a suitable time and place!"

"Tomorrow at noon, go to the sheep and the Spicy Tavern to meet! I think the small room there is a suitable trading place. You should be able to remember my appearance." After saying this, the guy seemed to have no desire to continue setting up a stall and had already turned around and packed up his things.

"So what should I call you then?" Barrett said as he looked at someone who was packing up his things quickly.

The other party said without looking back: "You can call me Darth."

Then Barrett never saw a suitable furniture at these stalls again. It was not that there was no good product at all, but it was useless to him.

But I heard a lot of rumors, such as a pair of ogre bosses on the Siutered Mountains, who were vicious and powerful. They killed three and four teams in a row to encircle it. There were countless casualties and injuries to players at one time. Or Borham was preparing to organize an adventurer team to go to the northern fortress to participate in the war with the nomadic tribes, etc. What he paid the most attention to was the local news in Shafir City. According to reliable news, a big fat sheep recruited people in the city to protect him to the dark area. I don’t know if it was trade or for other purposes...

Barrett began to analyze the news he heard one by one to see if there is anything he can mix with: "The elite ogre boss is a completely invincible target for current players. As long as I fail to get mentally retarded, I will definitely not provoke it now. As for the so-called adventurer action of the official organization, I am even less interested. I don't plan to join those cannon fodder camps, and the northern front is not so easy to survive. With the current strength of the players, the risks of dealing with ogres are not lower than those of dealing with ogres! The indigenous people are simply using resurrected players as consumables!"

However, about a big customer who is not short of money, Barrett's heart was a little turbulent: "Is it possible that the rich second generation from a consortium in reality that comes to the game to be happy? But if you really want to go to the dark area, with the strength that players can get in touch now, there is no way to ensure safety!"

Barrett achieved his established goal and started his daily work before trading with the stall setter tomorrow. Although there were not many returns in a stable environment, no matter how small the mosquito was, it was still a piece of meat! When the sun set, Barrett, who was on the way home, grabbed a piece of black bread more than two feet long under his armpit and added a piece of dried cheese that looked good in his hand.

Under the blue velvet sky, it was almost noon, and it was about to meet with the agreed time. Barrett stretched his waist and walked towards the tavern - you should know that for today's meeting, Barrett put other tasks behind his mind: 'I just hope the goods that the guy took out would not disappoint!'

The tavern is located on the east side of the small town's commercial area. This tavern run by a dwarf is the only fully service industry in the prime location of the Safir City commercial area. The dwarf who runs the sheep and spice tavern is called Jinbao Folk. As his name is, he is simply a living treasure. He is obviously a big-time man who regards humor as the highest form of art. As an excellent performer, he is one of the two major store treasures in the store.

The other is his halfling wife, Amalis Zhidi, who is a great chef who has made the tavern famous for selling the best home-cooked food in and around Safir. So rather than a tavern in the usual sense, it is a very famous restaurant. Although its gin is good, it is far inferior to the food.

I gently pushed open the hotel's solid wooden door, but before I stepped in, I heard a loud cheer in my ears - it seemed that the atmosphere was really warm.

"Oh! Another new person is here, please let me express my sincere welcome to you. Sir! You will definitely find everything you want in sheep and spices." There is no doubt that this is the voice of a dwarf. Standing on a beautiful carpet in the middle of the tavern, he greeted Barrett who had just come in while juggling in an upside down.

At this time, the chef of the tavern was at the chef who was seasoning behind the bar. He used her spoon to stir the vegetables in a large iron pot for a few times, and took the ingredients below to the top. The brown ones were beef, the yellow ones were potatoes, the red ones were carrots, and the white ones were onions. As her stirring was immediately a strong fragrance floated out, and the smell even Barrett, who had just entered the tavern, felt his index finger moving.

Barrett looked around the small part of the tavern. After seeing the fresh visitors, the people in the tavern went back to continue their previous topics. Barrett finally locked in the corner with an old male human who seemed to be quite old. Because there was another young man on the table where he was - the guy who had discussed with Barrett today to trade today. Barrett had to be wary of a certain unplanned person who suddenly appeared.

With caution, Barrett did not take a step immediately. However, the other party obviously noticed Barrett's arrival, and the one he came into contact with yesterday waved his hand.

Barrett, who sat between the two, immediately showed a gesture of asking for help: "Okay! Can you please tell me to introduce this person?"

"He is my partner Paxinjie." A guy who looks old and young said, I'm afraid the middle-aged man next to him is in line with the real age of the guy in front of him! Just like the game name Barrett, both of them try to avoid the characters in the game having a direct connection with reality.

"Since that's the case, let's change the place." Barret snapped his fingers in numbers, and not long after, a bar girl with freckles came to the table: "Does this gentleman need my help if I have anything?"

Barrett, who took out two silver coins and placed them on the table, asked: "Is there any spare room in the small dark room upstairs?"

"Yes sir! You can get about an hour. I will pull the bell at that time. Now I want to follow me." The little girl swept the silver coins onto the tray with a smile, and at the same time, she did not forget to explain to the boss lady when she passed by the bar.

The so-called black room refers to the secret talk room in the tavern. Most taverns have such a facility - the roof and four walls are covered with double-layer linen cloth sandwiched with cotton, and the floor is covered with thick blankets, which are enough to block the keenest ears from the kever. Since the door can only be locked from the inside and is tightly sewn, once the guests enter the secret talk room, they can talk about some confidential topics without any worries about ears in the partition wall.

After locking the door from the inside, Barrett opened the chair and sat down first: "It's time now, gentlemen, please show your sincerity!"

The middle-aged man's cloak was opened first, and from there, a luxurious heraldic shield was placed on the table. Then there was a brooch with fine work. Even under the dim light indoors, both still emitted dazzling brilliance.

"A beautifully decorated etiquette shield (usually the one used to hang on the wall), and a noble brooch that is likely to be marked on the book." Barrett's face suddenly became a little ugly: "Two gentlemen, are you allowed to swear?"

"Please don't. We only realized later that we were cheated by the indigenous people!" Das was worthy of being the person in charge of the transaction among the two, so he immediately started to smooth things over.

It seems that when the spoils were divided before, the two players with inexperienced seemed to have been fooled by the indigenous people. This is not only a financial loss, but also a major psychological blow to the players - humans always have a natural sense of superiority for these "life" generated by data in the game.

"If possible, I will forget everything related to these items after leaving this door today. As a player, I will give you a piece of advice, you have really gotten into trouble." Barrett said as he frowned.

The middle-aged man among the two seemed to be the real person: "Then how much is the price you can make for your debut."

"I'll probably give out 50 gold coins for the shield. The brooch is so hot." Barrett shook his head, "I must think about the impact of my current life."

"There is too little 50 gold coins." The expressions on the faces of the two people in front of them were not very satisfied.
Chapter completed!