Marceau took out a cloth bag full of coins and threw it on the table in front of Deadline.
"No matter how much your thing is worth, these should be enough."
Marceau saw Deadline's desire for the two original spar, and she knew that the more laughter mixture, the weaker the effect.
Dead Thread is the person who drinks the most in the entire sewing gang... Now, aside from the laughter pills that the city lord handed out every month, the efficacy of the laughter mixture made by these pharmacists has no effect on Dead Thread.
Blacktail took the purse on the table, opened the string on the purse and counted the coins inside.
Each bottle of the mixture of laughter it makes is only sold for three eagle claw coins, and the money in the purse is enough to buy ten bottles of the mixture of laughter it makes.
But Heiwei still only threw one original spar to the dead line, mainly because he was also a little reluctant to hold the "game currency" in his hand.
Deadline firmly caught the original spar it threw, but still stared at Heiwei murderously.
The original spar was instantly crushed into fragments and turned into tens of thousands of inscriptions and poured into the dead line's body, and the spiritual pleasure returned to the dead line's body again.
This made the expression on his face a lot softer, and the picture of "Super Mario" lit up in front of the dead line again. He didn't care about the others, picked up the handle and started his journey of stepping on mushrooms.
"How much of this stuff do you have."
Marceau keenly noticed the change in the expression on Dead Line's face, and she was more concerned about the light that appeared in front of Dead Line.
But now, more important than her curiosity is business... She sees a business opportunity from this rough spar.
"I don't have it anymore, that's the last one."
Blacktail chose to lie at this time, and now it just wants to leave this ghost place with the purse in his hand.
"I heard from the doctor that you are buying the original spar? The original spar is an absolute contraband in this city. If I tell the inspection team that you have the original spar, your end will be very miserable."
Marceau's words made Black Tail's whole body stiff. He turned his head and clenched his teeth and stared at the woman, not knowing what to say.
Privately-made laughter mixture is also a kind of contraband... but it is only a superficial regulation, and the inspection team will not pay attention to it in private.
But holding the original spar is different! It will be caught in prison, or even executed outright.
"Are you threatening me?" Blacktail asked loudly.
"Let the friend behind you come forward and talk to me... I think we can cooperate." Marceau replied.
"It's a good proposition."
An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in the tavern, and an orange cat jumped off the beam and landed exactly on Hei Tai's head.
"Who is it?" Marceau's eyes glanced around the tavern, trying to find the figure of a stranger.
"it's here… "
Heiwei held the orange cat on his head to the table in front of the dead line in a panic, and then pointed to the orange cat and said.
"It's that friend of mine."
"Are you fooling me?"
Marceau stared at the orange cat who was half-squatting on the table and yawned, as if being teased by the black tail.
If a cat could master such powerful magic, the city would have been ruled by cats long ago.
"It tells the truth, Madam Marceau."
Joshua's voice came from the orange cat, and the moment the voice sounded, many of the sewing gang around Marceau took a step back in fear.
These retreating Sewing Gang members were all bruised by the orange cat in the alley.
"Who are you in the quest? Why... control a cat."
The woman with the inscription Marceau quickly calmed down. She also has a lot of magical knowledge. Otherwise, as a woman, she would not be able to gain a foothold in this block just by her body and appearance.
"It doesn't matter, what matters is the deal you talked about earlier."
Joshua controlled the orange cat to use his tail to pull a wooden plate on the table to his side, and rolled up a small dried fish with his tail and threw it into his mouth.
The body of this orange cat is still in a "alive" state, and all the needs of eating and sleeping are necessary.
The last original spar hidden in the black tail pocket flew into the air under the action of the inscription of order, and finally fell into Marceau's hand.
"You know magic, I can see it... So you also know how to judge the quality of the original spar." Joshua said.
Marceau smashed the original spar in her hand by referring to the dead line, and a large number of inscriptions were immersed in her body. She closed her eyes and felt it for a short time, and a charming smile appeared on her face.
"You want me to provide you with the ingredients and you make this?"
"Fortunately, talking to smart people won't be too tiring," Joshua said.
"This is not a place to talk about business." Marceau turned around and walked towards the depths of the tavern. The orange cat jumped from the wooden table onto Hei Tai's head.
"It's absolutely impossible for me to go with you..."
Before the black tail was finished, he obediently followed Marceau's pace in front of the orange cat's sharp claws.
Under the Sewing Gang's tavern, there is a passage leading to the underground. This passage is very long, so long that the black tail wants to quickly turn around and escape from here.
In the end, they came to a warehouse where a lot of debris was piled up. The goods in the warehouse were covered under a layer of gray cloth. After Marceau pulled the gray cloth, a large pile of original spar appeared in front of Joshua.
"This..." Heiwei swallowed while watching this scene, and looked at Marceau in front of him with fearful eyes.
"This is one of the secrets of the sewing gang, and only a few people know it." Marceau turned to look at the black tail and said, "Of course, including the top of the inspection team."
"The quality isn't great."
Qiao Xiu has already controlled the orange cat to jump on top of these original spar. These original spar are very large, and each one is as tall as a person, like a coffin.
But the amount of inscriptions that can be carried inside the original spar can only be said to be average, and it is far from the level that can carry the magic net system.
"Raw spar is a scarce commodity in this city, and it takes a lot of effort and human life to collect these," Marceau said.
"Okay, okay... I probably know, do you have any talents here who are good at carpentry or blacksmithing?"
Joshua jumped back and forth on these huge original spar, although it could be divided into small pieces of original spar by relying on special magic cutting.
But if the stock is limited, making a one-off product is a... very wasteful behavior.
"If I cut these original spar into small pieces, I have enough manpower." Marceau has been vigilant about the orange cat's every move from beginning to end.
"There is no need to cut, I need to put a shell on the outside of these things." Joe Xiu's next plan has a prototype.