On the street, the way forward for Gray, Alice, and Hailey was blocked by someone.
The leaders were two young men two or three years apart in age.
One of them has fair skin and a handsome face. He is wearing a luxurious purple aristocratic costume. His head is slightly raised, and he has a sense of arrogance.
This person was the one who spoke just now. At this moment, the other person's eyes were staring at the leather wrapped with the silver metal ball in Gray's hand, with a hint of heat deep in his eyes.
Next to him is a young man wearing blue noble clothing.
He is older than the former, with a handsome face and deep eyes. He has a noble temperament from the inside out.
Behind the two people, there were five more people, all wearing combat uniforms, vaguely headed by two young people.
Gray glanced at a few people.
Judging from their attire, it can be seen that the status of the two young men is not simple. If nothing else, they should be children of noble families, and their status is probably not low.
Not only because of their clothes, but also because they also stared at the silver metal ball.
What is the silver metal ball
Gray didn't know it, but what a mysterious and powerful man like the Ghost Merchant needed was definitely something of extremely high value.
The other party is eyeing the silver metal ball, which means that the other party knows the value of the silver metal ball, but I don't know whether the other party knows the value of the silver metal ball itself, or knows that the silver metal ball can attract ghost merchants in exchange for high-value items.
Of course, even if he knew the identity of the two people, it would be difficult for him to sell such a precious thing.
"This thing is not for sale."
Gray said calmly.
"I said I want it, you make a price!"
The young man in purple eyes stared, a cold look appeared on his face, and there was an unquestionable tone in his voice.
"Sorry, I like this thing very much and don't plan to sell it to others."
The tough attitude of the young man in purple made Gray frown slightly, but thinking that the identities of these two people might not be simple, and that they were not in Sidney now, he finally endured it and spoke.
"1,000 gold coins, I want 1,000 gold coins!"
The young man in purple didn't seem to hear Gray's rejection at all, and said to himself.
"I said I wouldn't sell it."
Gray's face couldn't help but become a little cold. The other party's repeated tough attitude made him more and more dissatisfied.
"What happened there?"
"It seems that there was a conflict between two nobles..."
The sudden conflict immediately attracted the attention of many people. The most indispensable thing in this town was mercenaries, and mercenaries loved the excitement the most.
The young mercenary from just now was also there. When he saw that another noble actually sold Gray a silver metal ball, and the price was 1,000 gold coins, he felt so regretful that he actually sold something worth at least 1,000 gold coins for twenty. The silver coins were sold.
However, he also knew that these two groups were nobles and he could not afford to offend him at all, so he was filled with resentment and did not dare to go back on Gray's words.
Behind Gray, Alice and Hailey could not help but frown.
By now, they probably understood what happened.
It must be that Gray accidentally bought something of extremely high value, and this thing was spotted by the noble young man across the street and wanted to buy it by force.
This lack of hesitation made the two of them slightly worried. Although Gray's strength was not weak, judging from their attire, the identities of the two nobles opposite him might not be simple.
"Give him 1,000 gold coins and take it from him!"
The young man in purple raised his eyebrows, looked at Gray coldly, and ordered in a cold voice.
Whoosh!
The moment he finished speaking, one of the five people quickly jumped out from behind him, like a fierce blood beast, and rushed toward Gray.
This was a middle-aged man with considerable strength. He was in front of Gray almost instantly. His hands formed like eagle claws and grabbed the leather wrapped with a silver metal ball in Gray's hand.
"So fast!"
"Vicious Blood Warrior, this man is a Vicious Blood Warrior!"
Some discerning mercenaries suddenly showed surprise.
The strength of the fierce blood warrior can definitely be regarded as a master in this town where mercenaries gather.
Unexpectedly, one of the two young nobles would have the strength of a fierce warrior with just one of their followers. It is conceivable that the identities of these two young nobles are not simple.
"Another noble is going to suffer because he only has two female mercenaries with him..."
Some mercenaries looked at Gray expectantly. They were all a group of people who licked blood at the edge of their swords for fear of chaos. At this time, they all booed, hoping that a fierce-blooded warrior would jump out from behind Gray and fight with the fierce-blooded warrior on the opposite side, so that It was a feast for their eyes.
When they saw Gray behind him, they couldn't help but be disappointed. Except for the two female mercenaries behind Gray, there was no one else.
The two female mercenaries are quite good-looking, and they really know how to "enjoy" having them around to serve them. Unfortunately, they are not useful in situations like this.
There are some strong women among the Blood Warriors, but they are obviously very rare. They don't think these two female mercenaries are one of them.
The middle-aged man's hands turned into eagle claws, making a roaring sound, and he was about to snatch the leather from Gray's hand.
Snapped!
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's outstretched hand stopped just a few centimeters away from the leather. A pair of slender white hands grabbed the wrist of this hand, stopping it from moving forward.
When his hand was caught, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and his hand shook suddenly, trying to break free from the hand that was holding him, but he found that his hand seemed to be clamped by iron pliers, unable to move at all.
He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, knowing that the young man in front of him was not simple in strength, he clenched his other hand into a fist and punched out like a heavy cannon.
Click!
Just as the fist hit, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became twitching, and his wrist bones were crushed.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to punch out with his other fist, hoping to force the opponent to dodge and save his own hand.
But the next moment, his whole body flew up.
Gray grabbed his severed hand, suddenly lifted it, and then threw it to the ground.
Bang!
He fell heavily to the stone floor, causing the stone to crack and fly.
There was a burst of pain in his back, and he could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking in his body. His face was distorted again, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead in pain.
"I've already said that I won't sell it. Are you still planning to buy it and sell it by force?"
Gray looked at the young man in purple with cold eyes.
Although he was wary of the background behind the opponent, he was not willing to swallow his anger to the point of giving up the silver metal ball.
Seeing the entourage lying on the ground in pain and unable to get up for a while, the face of the young man in purple suddenly had a touch of frost on his face, and he said in a cold voice.
"There's nothing I can't buy... I'll break whichever hand he hurts."
The latter sentence was obviously addressed to the entourage behind him.
Whoosh!
Behind the young man in purple, an old man in his 50s rushed toward Gray.
The old man had a skinny appearance, as if he were wrapped in skin and bones. He jumped out and was already in front of Gray.
He extended one hand flat, like a palm knife, and slashed towards Gray's wrist.
Hooray!
The opponent's withered palm actually made a sharp whistling sound, as if what was slashed down was not a withered palm, but a real sharp knife.
Gray's eyes suddenly turned cold. He faced the opponent's palm sword and swung it out with the same palm sword.
boom!
There was a violent collision, and Gray's hand collided with the old man's hand.
The clothes and sleeves of the two men were smashed into pieces with a hiss.
The ground beneath the two of them suddenly cracked and cracks appeared one after another.
The next moment, the old man's expression changed, his figure suddenly retreated, and he couldn't help but look at his arm.
I saw a clear bloodstain faintly appearing on his withered iron-wood arm.
Gray's fingers are long and slender, and his arms are white, as if carved from jade. People can't help but worry that they will break like jade at the touch of a touch.
But what is surprising is that after the collision with the old man's arm, there was not a single scratch on Gray's arm, and it was like a beautiful jade without any flaws.
"The ground was shattered? Isn't this strength too exaggerated? What is the strength of these two people?"
"Blood-mad warriors, these two are definitely the same mad-blood warriors as our captain!"
The onlookers, some of whom were from large mercenary groups with outstanding eyesight, suddenly exclaimed.
"What? That old man is a Berserker? Who are that group of people, and they can actually be protected by a Berserker!"
"That noble young master... is also a mad blood warrior? For such a young mad blood warrior, what family does this noble young master come from?"
Everyone who heard this couldn't help but look surprised.
In their eyes, the Mad Blood Warriors were definitely extremely powerful, but they didn't expect that there would be two of them as soon as they appeared.
But what surprised them even more was that the backgrounds of both parties were not simple. One of them was able to drive the Berserker to protect them, while the other was already a Berserker at a young age.
"Come on, young master!"
"Come on, old man!"
…
Of course, they don't care about this. What are the backgrounds of the two parties and who has a stronger background? They don't particularly care. What they care more about is the battle at this moment.
Fights at the level of crazy blood warriors are rare. After all, that kind of existence is very rare among mercenaries, and even fewer take action.
This couldn't help but make them extremely excited, staring at the two people with great interest. Many people were even more afraid to make noises, shouting "young master, come on, old master, come on" and so on.
The old man's face darkened slightly.
A man in his 50s actually suffered a loss at the hands of a young man in his 20s. He couldn't help but feel that his face was dishonored.
Whoosh!
A cold look flashed in his eyes, and like a bolt of lightning, he rushed towards Gray again.
"stop!"
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
The one who remained silent from beginning to end was a man who was a few years older and dressed in blue aristocratic clothing.
(End of chapter)