While talking, he threw out ten pieces of low-grade spar, "I'll treat these spar as a beggar, take them and leave quickly!"
Muyan didn't even look at the ten low-grade crystals he threw out.
Instead, he slowly took out a thick stack of talismans from the item warehouse, and patted them on the table.
In an instant, the surrounding area fell into silence.
"Why, how come there are so many talismans? There must be more than fifty of them?"
"My store has been collecting talismans for a year, but I haven't received twenty of them!"
"Could it be that these talismans are fake? They don't work at all?"
The fat steward came to his senses suddenly, he frowned, "Don't think you can fool me with a few pieces of broken talisman paper!"
As he said that, he took the talisman paper and directly picked up one and put it on the test stone.
Drop, the test stone lit up, showing the light of the first grade.
The fat steward sneered, "Is this the only one of your stack of talismans that is real? And it's a first-class one. Hah..."
Then, he picked up the second, the third...
drip... drip... drip... drip...
One after another, the talismans were put on, and each one made the test stone make a sound of passing the verification.
And the fat steward's expression changed from complacency at the beginning to shock.
Even... Even if it is a first-grade talisman, this, this is too much, right
Moreover, after thirty-five pieces of first-grade talismans passed, what the next test stone showed was no longer first-grade talismans, but second-grade talismans.
Another lengthy beep.
The fat steward's forehead was already dripping with sweat.
A total of... fifteen second-grade crystals.
There was the last one, and the obese steward shook his hands, and put the talisman on the test stone.
"drop-"
The light on the test stone was twice as bright as before, and it turned out to be a third-grade talisman.
"Three... third-grade talismans, there are not many third-grade talismans in the entire lower three districts!"
"And, she, she also took out thirty-five first-grade talismans and fifteen... second-grade talismans."
In the end, a third-grade talisman was detected, even Muyan showed a surprised expression.
Because this talisman was accidentally drawn wrong when she was drawing the second-grade healing talisman.
At that time, the last few strokes had been drawn, and Muyan was really reluctant to waste a talisman like this.
In a hurry, she instinctively mobilized the Tianmoqin in her body.
Using the sound of the piano to control the cinnabar pen, he snapped back the wrong rune.
After the talisman was completed, the talisman pattern on it looked a little weird, different from the "template" left by the little uncle.
Muyan originally thought that this talisman should be of a slightly lower quality than ordinary second-grade talismans.
Unexpectedly, not only is it not bad, but it has directly become a third-grade talisman.
The fat steward's facial muscles couldn't help twitching.
Thinking of the words that mocked Muyan just now, he felt his face ache.
Muyan took a thousand steps, raised her foot and gave a light hook.
The two crystals that the fat steward threw to her just now were thrown back in front of him.
Muyan looked at him with a half-smile, "Now, can you settle the bill for me? Oh, yes, for the sake of the steward's hard work in verifying my fifty or so talismans, these ten low-grade spar, I'll just send it away... and give it to you."
Although Muyan didn't say the phrase "Send the beggar".
But compared to what Steward Fat said just now, everyone immediately understood what she meant.
Someone couldn't help laughing out loud.