"His Excellency the Great Druid, someone has paid a higher price."

Hearing Malone's bid, Driste Rem, who played the down-and-out Paladin, closed the "Book of Ely" that was originally spread out in his hand without hesitation.

The gold coins of one hundred thousand rand are indeed an extremely attractive and huge wealth, but the rich experience of adventure tells Driste-Rim that he must now ignore the gold coins of one hundred thousand rand and continue to cooperate with the young man who can control his fate - Malone.

"A mixed-race boy, are you going to disrupt the situation?"

The sharp-cut druid turned half-human and half-bear's cheeks toward Ma Long, and his round little eyes were full of displeasure.

"This book with unknown words is not something that a little guy like you can hold. It is given to a respected and erudite scholar in depth research, which is its destination."

The sharp-cut druid Conchita-BobWin continued to stare at Malone, and he even slapped Ma Long's wide and huge hand at Malone with a deterrent attitude.

"Your Excellency Druid, you are indeed right. This book should be given to a erudite for in-depth research." Malone nodded at the Claw Druid. His words calmed down the expression of the Claw Druid, but before the Claw Druid spoke again, Malone continued to speak: "So, I bid 110,000 rand, now it's you, Lord Great Druid."

After saying that, Malone looked at the sharp clawed druid Conchita-Bobwin so calmly, and expressed his meaning with silent expression-

Want to take the Book of Eli?

No problem, as long as you offer a price higher than mine.

"You..."

The facial expression of the claw druid became very exciting. He seemed to want to scold something, but he stopped halfway.

"Very good! It..." The clawed druid reached out and pointed out the Book of Ely in the old paladin's hand, and continued word by word: "Go back, you, it's here."

"Thank you, Lord Great Druid, for your accomplishment."

Ma Long was owing his body, looking very polite.

But unfortunately, Lord Kruik Conchita-BobWin did not intend to give up so easily. He did not leave, but said again: "Boy of mixed race, don't thank me first-what is the money? Tell me, where is your 110,000 rand?"

Very smart.

This sharp-clawed druid was really smart. He easily found a way to defeat Malone.

The 110,000 rand banknotes are not a small amount, and there is no magic fluctuation in Malone's body.

The druid's natural sense of sensitivity made Conchita Bobwin know clearly that Malone was tightly clamped in the kraft paper bag under his armpit, which contained ordinary paper instead of banknotes equivalent to gold.

So, the onlookers also focused on Ma Long.

Unlike the sharp-cut druid Conchita-BobWin, the other onlookers who joined in the fun wanted to see the slightly thin and handsome young man Ma Long, who poured out 110,000 rand green paper money from the kraft paper bag in an understatement.

This is how people's psychological expectations for stories of fighting for wealth.

Perhaps feeling the thoughts of the onlookers, Ma Long finally moved after smiling. He took the big kraft paper bag that was originally clamped under his armpit into his hand, and slowly untied the thin string of the kraft paper bag in circles.

Then, Ma Long took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from the big kraft paper bag.

Yes, as the Claw Druid smelled, Malone's kraft paper bag contained manuscript paper, full of manuscript paper.

A sharp-eyed onlooker even saw clearly the manuscript that was bound on the top page, and there were a large row of Luo Ling's words with the title of the book written on it-

"snow White"

"Pinocchio"

"The Cat in Boots"

"Cinderella"

"sleeping Beauty"

"Shrek Monster"

The Earl of Monte Cristo

"The Badge of the Wang Family"

...

There are smart people who have guessed it.

These are eight new stories I have never heard of!

"I don't have 110,000 rands in my hands. But I have these stories, these stories worth at least 500 rands per thousand words."

Ma Long raised the manuscript paper in his hand, shook it against everyone's eyes, and said in a confident voice.

Make a show.

This is self-hype.

But in this world that doesn't know that the earth is full of bombardment and endless shows and hypes that are missing even the lower limit.

Even though there are newspapers, the top advertisements in the newspaper are nothing more than "xxx products, the highest quality in Baisha City, and the lowest price in Baisha City". The effect of Ma Long's action is really obvious!

This show and self-hype were like a bombshell, causing the onlookers who had just woken up from the temptation of countless golden coins to fall back into a state of frenzy and incredible.

"It's amazing! Could this child be the descendant of the God of Knowledge and Thinking?"

"Oh, it's really five hundred rand per thousand words?"

"No wonder! No wonder this kid dares to buy this book of "The Book of Ely"!"

"A erudite, this child is definitely a erudite!"

"Young man, sister, I'm in love with you! Oh, actually, sister, I am also a literary young woman..."

...

The onlookers were chattering and talking.

"Rand 500,000 words per thousand words? Humph, mixed-blood boy, who do you think you are?" The onlookers' discussion made the face of the clawed druid Conchita-BobWin become very embarrassing. He snorted coldly and pointed at Ma Long and said, "Boy, do you dare? Let me see your manuscript!"

“As you wish.”

Malone once again felt graceful.

Haha, Ma Long, would he be afraid that the sharp-clawed druid would read his manuscript?

"Very good!" The sharp-clawed druid snatched Ma Long's manuscript without hesitation, turned the title page with a loud bang, and began reading by reciting loudly.

"On February 24, 18357, the lookout at the lighthouse of the Alonso, the God of the Sea, sent a signal to the people that the three-masted sailboat Christ arrived. It came from St. Viland and Brest, who had departed from Ruse. Immediately a pilot was sent out, and bypassed the Blue Storm Fort, boarded the ship between the St. White Rock and the Island of Nactor.

The platform of the port trek was immediately crowded with people watching the fun. In Baisha City of that era, the entry of a large ship by a large ship was ultimately a big event, especially a large ship like Christ. The owner was a local and the ship was built and assembled in the Ester Shipyard, which was particularly eye-catching…”

As I read, the sharp-clawed druid holding the manuscript of Malone could be described as if he could not come to Taiwan.

The onlookers also came to the final conclusion from the face of the sharp-clawed druid and the content of the reading - Ma Long's manuscript is really worth 500 rand per 10,000 words!

And Ma Long knew that he would soon become a household name in this White Sand City.

The first win of the three-win plan is achieved by this unexpectedly emerging Druid's blessing.
Chapter completed!