The internal space of the auction house in Maria Market is not large, it is like a small theater with dim light. The rows of chairs around the central'stage' are distributed upward in a trapezoid shape, but these are the seats for ordinary guests. Surrounding the four walls of the'theatre', the boxes decorated with silk and satin are distributed next to each other. There are three floors in the box. There is a brass telescope mounted on a mahogany shelf for the convenience of the nobles. Look carefully at the merchandise in the center of the table.
The cripple had a way to make a reservation for Brando, but the young man refused. His purpose is not to attract attention. As for participation, it is second, just to see if there are any unexpected gains.
A group of people received the numbers at the entrance, and then they checked the numbers in order. Although Brando is relaxed on the surface, in fact, under his knight's dress, he has a continuous crossbow tied at any time, and the cursed crossbow pistol refined by Tamar is pressed into the box with live ammunition, in case of emergencies.
Warnd's hand crossbow is a sophisticated and ingenious device. Its sight is like a standing box. It is difficult for novices to use such small things flexibly. However, Brando’s career as a mercenary gave him the skill of “familiar weapons”. The knowledge generated by this skill in his mind allows him to use this delicate weapon like a seasoned mercenary—he is even in the ring A simple aiming device was made on it for calibration in actual shooting.
Brando had just sat down shortly before the trade fair had begun. After disguising himself, the cripple in a long cloak came to their side and sat down. The cripple looked around carefully, and then replied, "My lord, the poisoned dagger and the potion are all sold-the dagger was taken by the brothers. Don't worry, they are very generous. A dagger is two thousand. Five hundred Thor, and did not ask the seller."
In underground transactions, not every transaction is concluded on the auction floor. In fact, most transactions are done privately. Sellers and buyers use middlemen like cripples to reach transactions—sometimes there are even several middlemen, which is safe and secret—just need to pay the middleman a small amount of money as compensation and The hush fee will do.
In the gray realm of Braggs, no one has a bigger mouth than these people, and no one has a stricter mouth than these people, everything is relative.
"Where is the potion?" Brando pretended to be arranged by the staff on the table below, but asked irrelevant things. He knows the rules of underground trade fairs, such as poisoned daggers and mana potions, which are marked with pseudo-magic items, which are generally not put on the table.
"The potion is a bit more troublesome. The person in charge of the Star and Moon Towers has been asking the creators of these potions. What they mean is that the method of making mana potions has not been circulated outside for a long time-they say so : "The Wizarding Guild welcomes professional alchemists to settle in."" The cripple said, while paying attention to Brando's expression with his small eyes.
He wanted to see what Brando's reaction was. If the young man found this information useful, he wouldn't be complimented if he could say a few words-whenever his position in the other party's group became more stable, he would be more at ease.
If Brando feels the problem is difficult, the cripple will feel a sense of revenge. Although he and the other party can be said to be in the same boat, in addition to taboo and fear, there is also a trace of unwillingness.
It's just that the cripple may not have the same thoughts as Antitina. He looked at Brando, hoping to develop with the other side, but faintly wanted to see the latter unlucky.
But Brando just shook his head and replied without a trace: "My friend is not interested in this. You should just talk about the transaction, lame."
It seems that he is not wrong, the mana potion is indeed much rarer in this world than in the "Amber Sword".
"Each bottle of potion is 1,000 Torr, for a total of 30,000 Torr." The cripple did not show the disappointment in his heart.
Brando nodded, the price of the dagger was 25% higher than he expected, and the price of the mana potion far exceeded his imagination—evening primrose, black mage, and fluorescent moss were just ordinary Magic materials, at this price, a bottle of mana potion can make a profit of more than 200%.
This is simply a huge profit.
He immediately classified this thing as a long-term cash cow in his mind. Brando couldn't help but glanced back at Roman. If the mana potion was used as the brand, it seemed that it would be impossible for Little Roman to establish a chamber of commerce.
Our Miss Romance certainly noticed Brando’s gaze. She couldn’t help raising her small eyebrows, folded her hands on her chest, and praised unreservedly: "Half of a hundred thousand, Brando, it’s like You said the same! I knew Brando would do it!"
"The good show is yet to come, Miss Roman." Charles sat down behind Brando and replied with a smile.
"No, Charles, you may have misunderstood! Our merchant lady is just to remind me that this one hundred thousand Thor is her principal." Brando said calmly while looking at the table below.
The merchant eldest lady seemed to be said to have been in her mind, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she was like a little fox who took advantage of her, and smiled with a small smug face covering her mouth.
Antitina, who was next to Shire in the back, couldn't help but raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw this scene. She was born in a noble family, and she was not without the cash of tens of thousands of Thor. However, it is impossible for Brando and Romain to talk and laugh so freely, completely improper.
After all, although her family background could be considered substantial, it was nothing more than that.
Therefore, this scene fell in her eyes, and it proved from the side that although the young knight lord came out alone, his family must not be simple.
However, this daughter is obviously wrong—Romain has no concept at all. Brando has handled millions of dollars in the game. Naturally, these little things are not in his eyes—but he insists. What background does he have, it is impossible to say.
The lights in the'Circular Theater' suddenly dimmed. The group turned their heads and noticed that the surrounding staff had extinguished the torch on the four walls in half, and it seemed that the trade fair was about to begin—
The cripple lowered his voice and said, "If it is in the box, the auction list should be sent to the nobles at this time. Sir, do you have anything you want?"
"I don't know yet."
Brando watched the light on the central platform lit up: "Speaking of which, have they ever troubled you after that?"
The cripple shook his head: "As you might expect, you and Mr. Bartom coerced me to go to Squirrelman Street that day. It was a well-known thing. Afterwards, the people of Tester came to me, and I pretended that I didn’t know you. —"
"Sounds like you are not happy?" Bartom teased aside.
"Don't dare." The cripple has now understood Bartom's position clearly, and naturally he is not as low as before. He looked at the table below and turned the subject away: "Speaking of which, Lord Lord, what is the psychological price of your sword? In my opinion, it is really a perfect work of art."
Brando knew that he was talking about the brass-level magic weapon made with a dwarf sword. He thought about it for a moment and estimated: "At least one hundred thousand to one hundred and fifty thousand Tor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Antitina behind him gave a soft "Ahhh". Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then turned around to see this noble daughter blushing and waving his hands: "Hold, sorry, it's okay."
She couldn't help but gently press her chest to prevent her heart from beating too fast. The girl’s light blue eyes gleamed with a bright and witty light-one hundred and fifty thousand Torr is one hundred and fifty small gold coins of Eruin. As an assistant, she understands Brando's financial situation-it can be said that when they came in Still empty-handed, I didn't expect to have a fortune comparable to the life savings of some little nobles in a blink of an eye.
Two hundred thousand Thor, it is not impossible to buy a knight collar in a remote country.
In the eyes of Antitina, a girl who was born in an aristocratic family and has a certain mind, funds should be invested in further reproduction to be called mobile wealth. She was obsessed with her own design before. Lost his possessions, but after all, it is impossible for a wise man to make the same mistake twice in the same place.
She quickly calculated what the 200,000 Thor could do. With so much money, whether it is engaged in business activities or upward development seems to be a broad road. She expects that with such a sum of money, she can increase its value by 30% within a year at the shortest time.
But then she frowned again. She recommended herself as Brando's staff. The young knight had no objection, but it was hard to say whether the other party would let her send such a large sum of money arbitrarily.
But Brando saw the changing look on his new subordinate's face and couldn't help asking: "Miss Antitina?"
"What?" Antitina was taken aback and raised her head.
"Are you thinking about our funding?" Brando asked.
Antitina's face turned red, but she returned to normal. The girl nodded earnestly and replied: "Yes, as your assistant, sir. I think it is necessary for me to consider this issue—"
While she said, she looked at Roman with a little lack of confidence. After all, as Brando's nominal fiancée, she seemed to have a more say in this regard.
But the merchant lady smiled, as sweet as ever.
Brando showed a thoughtful look after listening. He looked at other people again before repliing: "If you have an idea, I will divide the money in two and you will have a share. , Roman, you can spend these funds according to your own ideas, but—"
Before he finished speaking, Antitina showed an unbelievable look: "Mr. Cavalier, are you serious?"
Brando nodded naturally. This is his habit of being the leader of the "Amber Sword". He has always used people without doubt-or in other words, to examine a person's abilities by letting him go.
The girl took a breath and nodded seriously: "I will definitely use this money for you, Mr. Knight, I have already thought of a plan to increase the value of this money in a short period of time..."
Brando interrupted her and said, "No, I am giving you this money to tell you. I will hand it over to Little Roman to help me make money, and Miss Antitina, I want you to help me spend the money—"
"With money?" Antitina was stunned.
At this time, the bells of the following trade fair rang, Brando turned his head and replied: "You will understand soon. Of course, if Miss Antitina is interested, you might as well help us. The merchant eldest lady in for reference, she has a big plan next!"
The first thing Brando thought of was territorial matters. If little Roman established a chamber of commerce, it would not be appropriate to associate it with the territorial surface. If so, he needs a steward.
Now that Antitina volunteered, he was happy to sit back and enjoy it.
"Big plan?" Antitina was stunned. She really couldn't think of the plan for this "Miss Merchant" who seemed to be energetic all day. To tell the truth, Brando wanted to hand over the burden of making money. She still wants to dissuade such a young lady, but it's not easy to intervene for a while.
But she immediately let go of this thought, because she suddenly remembered something.
The girl’s eyes lit up slightly, and she immediately connected the business lady who had been pestering her over the past few days about Bragg’s holding of festivals over the years—she almost immediately sorted out the whole piece from the details. The general outline of the matter.
She thought about it, and turned her head to ask a side of Charles in a low voice, "Mr. Charles, where is Madara's army before you enter the city?"
"It's been almost half a month since I stopped in the Dragos area," Charles replied casually. He was taken aback, and immediately asked, "Did you think about it? Miss Antitina?"
The apprentice wizard couldn't help being a little surprised, and deduce the cause and effect of the whole thing from just one sentence. It seems that the staff member the Lord Lord looked for is really not an ordinary person.
"If Miss Roman's plan works, the profit will be at least 80%!" Antitina couldn't help looking at the business lady who was talking to Brando in front of her and smiling, as if she had realized the other side of the other side for the first time.
"Miss Romant previously calculated twice." Charles replied.
"That's because I haven't calculated the channel problem—" Antitina gritted her teeth secretly, feeling a bit of a blow to her self-confidence. She thought for a while, and said seriously: "But if we work hard, because Mr. Cripple is here, even if it reaches ten percent, it's not impossible..."
Brando in front of course did not notice the whispers of his two subordinates, because at this moment the highlight of the underground trade fair—the auction had already kicked off. What he did not expect was that the first product would cause it. His interest.
The sheepskin scroll, lying flat under the light, has an ancient contract written on it in the language of the four ethnic elements. Its four corners curled upward slightly because the magic of the four elements of wind, earth, fire, and water drove the edges of this mana scroll to bend toward the center.
This scroll, its existence is to open the way for those who are not gifted to lead to the Elemental Envoy. Many nobles use such things to open the door to the magical world for their family children.
There is no doubt that it is very valuable.
But for Brando at this moment, this thing is more expensive than a thousand dollars.
Because in his eyes, it has only one name:
'Elemental Pool Opening Scroll'