Chapter 526 Throwing Coins (Please subscribe)

Chapter 526 Throwing Coins (Please subscribe)

"Your wealth is amazing!"

The Count coughed.

"please continue……"

Zhong Shenxiu sounded like he was not short of money.

"Starting from the 5th position, they can all be called truly strong... Their methods are weird and unpredictable, and they have all kinds of incredible abilities. They are definitely not something that the top 4 professionals can compete with, even if they join forces... and then After the 6th one, the 7th one is still a 'demigod'!"

The count said slowly.

"Why are you still a demigod?"

A member of the party couldn't help but ask.

This opportunity to listen to the mysteries of higher order is so rare that no one wants to miss it!

"I've heard a saying that being a demigod is an extremely long stage. Just like a drop of ink dropped into a pool, and a hundred drops of ink, they are essentially dyeing, but the degree is different..."

The witch who spoke before suddenly said.

"Yes, I think it's worth £100!"

Zhong Shenxiu continued to give money.

Kerry next to him was already stunned, looking at the money bag that seemed to never be empty, and suddenly understood that it might be a cursed object with a huge space.

'I just don't know...how many gold pounds are in it. ’

"Sir, thank you for your generosity." The witch raised her clothes in salute and sat down.

"Then, I will continue..." The Count coughed: "Although they are all called 'demigods', there is still a huge gap between the ranks... The strong ones in the 7th rank are definitely beyond our imagination. They It is even enough to be called a hidden existence... Yes, many evil gods, demons, and false gods in sacrifices... A large part of them are disguised as high-ranking professionals."

"Two hundred gold pounds, that's what I think the news is worth."

Zhong Shenxiu continued to let the gold pounds in his wallet flow like a stream.

Countless greedy eyes were fixed on his money bag.

"I suspect...that there is something wrong with your wallet. Those gold pounds may be fake and should be carefully checked..." a member of the meeting said suddenly.

"This is not your power, it belongs to Mr. Count and the witch."

Zhong Shenxiu is very confident, after all, it is real coinage.

"I can guarantee that they are all true." The witch who accepted the money sighed, obviously knowing that this would bring even more terrifying greed to Zhong Shenxiu.

The count was silent, seeming to be hesitating, and then seemed ready to speak.

Finally, he said in a hoarse voice: "The 8th rank is still a demigod... I guess the guardian of the kingdom may be at this rank, but I don't rule out that there is a 9th rank... but I am not Don’t know anything about it, even just a nickname.”

"There seems to be a huge gap from demigods to true gods!"

Zhong Shenxiu nodded: "500 pounds, thank you Earl for your wonderful answer."

Kerry trembled.

He was both happy to hear advanced mysterious knowledge and full of fear.

He felt that the greedy gazes around him were like torches, almost setting him on fire.

This made him restless, and when it was his turn, he did not propose a deal and let it happen naturally.

"Wait a minute...let's leave separately."

At this moment, Zhong Shenxiu's voice came to his ears.

'Mr. Levi also knows that he is in danger. I don't know how many people are ready to rob his wallet...' Kerry sighed inwardly and suddenly realized: 'And he must have taken office and become an extraordinary person. I am A burden...'

He lamented his uselessness and hoped that Mr. Levi could escape successfully.

"I want to sell a cursed object that can grant people's wishes!"

At this time, another trader stood up and showed a black tinder box in his hand.

"It is a legacy of my ancestors. Just touch it three times and recite 'The Fire Stealer' to summon an elf, who will fulfill your three wishes..."

"A cursed object that promises to grant wishes... Haha, this sounds like a scam."

The witch from before spoke in a mocking voice: "If it is true, why don't you use it? Are you worried that it is a trap, or are you worried that you will offend some hidden existence and die in an extremely uneasy death? What are its negative effects?"

"I have no idea……"

The traders' momentum suddenly weakened.

No one at the meeting made a bid, so they obviously knew how deceptive this item was.

Putting aside the issue of authenticity, it is easy to deceive people simply by not knowing the negative effects.

'It is indeed a private gathering... I'm afraid no one in Flea Bottom would dare to sell such a cursed object openly, so I can only throw it here...'

Zhong Shenxiu thought for a while, his eyes were slightly dark, and he saw the complicated patterns on the black tinder box, and suddenly asked: "I am somewhat interested. I wonder what your psychological price is?"

"5,000 pounds, only 5,000 pounds!"

The trader said quickly.

"hehe……"

The earl changed his sitting posture and said in a solemn voice: "Items that can fulfill wishes, even if the result will be very distorted, or even just a wish, as long as the price is not too heavy, the price is more than 10,000 pounds... or even Just like the knowledge, materials, and items in the fifth rank, they have a price but no market, and only accept exchanges for equally cherished things..."

‘This reminds me that it is very likely to be a fake. ’

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and expressed his gratitude.

"I, I swear on the honor of my ancestors that it is true."

The trader was a little angry, showing his original youthful voice.

‘He always talks about his ancestors, he has a strong sense of honor, a fallen nobleman, or a descendant? ’

Zhong Shenxiu nodded: "Deal!"

In the eyes of a group of people who were "throwing money away", he continued to take out his money bag and poured out money whenever he disagreed.

Kerry even heard various subtle exchanges around him:

"I bet there's at least 30,000 pounds in it!"

"50,000 pounds!"

"This man must be a rich man!"

"Calleston has never heard of such a person. Maybe he's just a lucky guy who found an endless bag of money?"

…

The party ended quickly.

Zhong Shenxiu faced many complicated looks and was designated by the count to be the first to leave the venue.

"My image of 'spending money' is probably enough to attract people, and then two kinds of things will pop up..."

Zhong Shenxiu did not take off his mask, but turned into a more remote alley: "One is for those who are ready to rob, and the other is for those who feel that I am generous enough and are ready to continue the transaction in private..."

Before leaving, he felt that someone was secretly tracking him through various small means.

And he didn't erase the traces.

When Zhong Shenxiu came to the Wojin River, which was full of garbage and no one wanted to go near it, a pair of black and rotten hands suddenly grew on the ground and grabbed his calf!

Suddenly a figure appeared in the void, like a chameleon that had taken off its disguise. It was a handsome young man, holding a beautifully patterned stabbing sword in his hand, and he was stabbing Zhong Shenxiu in the chest!

Not far away, a pale woman let out a soul-shaking scream at Zhong Shenxiu.

However, the next moment.

Thick darkness descended, and there seemed to be countless illusory and transparent palms in it, grabbing the young man with the sword, making him unable to move.

His expression quickly became horrified and stiff, and he immediately fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.

Apart from him, the woman seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. She screamed and dug out her own eyes, and died just as quickly.

On the ground, the pair of big hands quickly curled back, and a corpse slowly emerged.

Immediately, three somewhat transparent figures walked out from among the three corpses, and they were clearly the three assassins from before.

They walked up to Zhong Shenxiu with dull expressions and bowed humbly, like the most loyal servants.

The young man Soul picked up the original stabbing sword, as if he had changed his job to a guard, with the sword tip pointing in a certain direction.

"The [Herder] of the Medici family?"

An extremely surprised voice came from that direction.

A man wearing a black iron mask walked out of the shadows, it was His Excellency the Earl!