Back in the square, Mo Wen was about to go back to his tent to rest, but Lilian suddenly pulled him and pointed outside.

I saw that there were many adventurers sitting on the ground in the square covered with tents. There were a lot of items in front of them, shouting hard, and from time to time, you could hear the sound of people quarrels.

"It's another trading day?" Mo Wen scratched his mind. Adventurers often get some equipment that they cannot use or are not easy to use when they are in the wild, so necessary exchanges are essential. In order to allow more people to exchange the equipment they want, Roger Camp organized a large-scale trade fair almost every period of time.

Mo Wen and his team have also arrived at the camp for almost a month and participated in two transactions, but they have not received any equipment. After all, these adventurers are much different from their level. They can only kill the little monsters, and Mo Wen almost doesn't like the things they get.

However, Mo Wen thought about it again that he had accumulated a lot of equipment under his command, especially during the trip to Tristrime, whose backpack was already full, and it was impossible to transport these things to Lu Gaoyin. It would be better to clean it up. Although Mo Wen had magic stones on his hand and almost didn't have to worry about gold coins, it would be better to change some gems, after all, it's still easy to inlay the gems in the dark.

"Okay, let's set up a stall, too."

Lilian's eyes narrowed, as if she showed a smile, she walked into the tent and then carried out a bunch of equipment.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Mo Wen took it with a wry smile, and he was doing these things alone again.

Originally, the two of them were acting together for the first time, but unfortunately, within five minutes, Lilian almost pulled out the javelin and killed the adventurer who was trying to bargain with her. Since then, this kind of work has been Mo Wen alone.

A carpet was laid on the ground, and Mo Wen placed the equipment directly on the ground, and then sat down.

He didn't shout like others, but closed his eyes and rested.

However, Mo Wen's equipment in his hands is very good. Although he doesn't like it, it can also be used as the mainstream equipment for these adventurers.

"How do you sell this dagger?" A man with the appearance of a necromancer came over, picked up one of the daggers, and looked at the faint red light surrounding it, and suddenly felt a little moved.

"A broken gem." Mo Wen looked a little careless.

It's so cheap, this adventurer showed a hint of surprise. You should know that this dagger with fire damage can be said to be a good choice for necromancers. Although a staff that is more conducive to casting is the best choice, there are so many good staffs in the camp for him to choose. When approaching, the dagger can be said to be the most reliable weapon for necromancers. After all, the second-level skill of the poison-tempered dagger can be regarded as their only close-range attack skill. The stable explosion of the flame element makes the damage of this dagger not low. Coupled with the toxins that continue to take effect, it can be regarded as a good melee weapon.

"Can't you be cheaper? Your dagger..." Seeing Mo Wen's indifferent look, the necromancer gradually became greedy. After all, a broken gem can also increase a lot of power when inlaid with a weapon. "How about using gold coins? For the good appearance of this dagger, I can add a little more-" Obviously, he regarded Mo Wen as a sucker.

"If you don't buy it, get out!" Mo Wen's eyes suddenly widened. A small red hammer flew up and surrounded him, and he was very tempted to smash it with one hammer if he dared to talk nonsense.

"Fourth-level Paladin! You are the one who killed Bishuboshu and the Blood Bird--" Necromancer almost exclaimed, and the fourth-level paladins in the entire Rogge camp were not without, but they were all old knights who were older, and there were only one young like Mo Wen. Moreover, both are fourth-level paladins, and their strengths are different. They can solve Bishuboshu and the Blood Bird. Mo Wen's strength is obviously the top among the fourth-level paladins.

The necromancer's face turned red. He, a second-level necromancer, could not challenge the fourth-level paladin. He wanted to throw the dagger and leave, but he was a little reluctant. After all, this was a life at a critical moment.

Finally, the Necromancer threw down a shattered purple gem in disappointment, picked up the dagger and left.

With this dispute, Mo Wen's stall suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Many people came over. After all, it must have gained a lot to solve two leader-level monsters.

"How to sell this sickle?" "Two broken gems."

"Where is the dagger?" "One"

"Can this pair of leather armor be cheaper?" "Three broken gems."

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"How to sell this boxing sword?" Mo Wen raised his head with a familiar voice.

"Motaya, are you Anna?" Mo Wen was somewhat surprised at the combination of an assassin and a mage in front of him. After all, he was a companion who came with him. He hadn't seen them for a long time.

Motaya's expression was very unnatural, and a faint blush appeared on her ice-like face, but Anna naturally pointed at a fist sword and asked, "How to sell this fist sword?"

Mo Wen looked up and down at the two of them, wearing only a piece of equipment that was barely plausible. The aura on his body was not much stronger than when he broke up last time, and he should still be of the second level.

He sighed secretly, Mo Wen looked at the fist sword, a fist sword with two elements of frozen and lightning, and it seemed to have a blood-sucking effect. It can also be regarded as the top three among all Mo Wen's products.

"Five broken gems." Mo Wen pondered and reported a number. This can be said to have barely reached the minimum value of this fist sword. If this fist sword is really priced, many assassins will be willing to pay about ten.

Looking at the two people who were a little down in front of me, Mo Wen also wanted to help them.

Motaya's face turned redder, obviously knowing that Mo Wen was intentionally helping them. Her fists clenched. As one of the geniuses in Ista Town, she grew up in admiration since she was a child. When have she been pityed like this? Especially the partner is still-.

But then her fists relaxed again, and a bitter smile on her lips. She stayed in Roger camp for nearly a month, but her strength still did not break through. Although she was skilled in martial arts, she was unable to advance for a long time. The teleportation array was only opened to the dark forest, and she could not move forward any further. The monsters became denser and stronger, and she and Anna had encountered several dangers. A series of encounters had already made Motaya understand that although she was a little genius in Ista, she was nothing compared to Mo Wen, Lilian, and Bruce, such as heavenly prides. Moreover, there were not a few days left before the gathering in the Bodhidharma Highlands, and they probably wouldn't have any intersections.

Anna glanced at Motaya with a wrong face and sighed slightly, "It's a bit expensive."

Mo Wen was stunned. He didn't care about such a boxing sword, and it didn't matter if he gave it for free. He just wanted to worry about the self-esteem of the two.

"Those three-"

Mo Wen's words were interrupted, and Anna said as if nothing had happened: "I'll ask Motaya to accompany you for one night. How about you give us this boxing sword?"
Chapter completed!