"At least 500 gold coins." Roger broke out his psychological reserve.

In fact, Roger knew in his heart that such items could not be sold so much. After all, they were products of cults and were quite dangerous.

But there must be room for bargaining.

However, what Roger did not expect the most was that Ogna agreed in one fell swoop:

"No problem, deal."

The small abacus clanged in Ogna's heart.

Although this kind of thing is generally not expensive, it is very popular on some underground black markets.

The filthyness of certain nobles will stir up such things at sky-high prices. If two people with the same hobbies fancy it together, it is possible to sell 1,000 gold coins while competing with each other.

Things will have different prices in different places.

If you sell him as an ordinary weapon, it's worthless, but if you exaggerate its sadistic ability, you put it on the aristocratic underground plaything market. Or at the door of the sale and purchase of beautiful slaves, that would be different.

You have to find the right position for things.

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Roger was very puzzled, but because he could get more money, he didn't ask too much, what if he was bargained for it, right.

He touched his head and came out of the small room of the bar, ordered a Delta beer, and planned to sit in the bar and grind the foreigner.

As the saying goes, sharpening knives don’t cut wood by mistake!

Proper rest is the guarantee of good work. Those who take six hours a day are enough to deceive the capitalists.

Delta's Delta beer seems to have a slightly different taste from Droll City.

How should I put it, the taste is lighter and the wine is clearer.

Probably because of transportation.

Roger thought helplessly.

He saw a little green-haired **** sitting next to him, a thornhead who had just been recruited recently, to work for himself.

Roger didn't look good to him, and he didn't like such things either. If it wasn't for work, and there were no good choices, he would never let such an idiot become his subordinate.

"What's the matter?" He sat on the high stool near the window, looking at the crowd outside the window, and said in a bad tone while drinking wine.

It has been a week and a half since Elok asked him to look for information.

There is really news about drugs, but not too much. And it's mostly about who is taking drugs, and who is selling drugs.

But most of the so-called intelligence is useless, because you will never find the owner of the goods.

And if you can't find the owner, you can't find the anti-will.

The little **** leaned on the table beside Roger and said without a word: "I'm a little tight lately, I don't know if I can borrow some money from the boss."

Roger squinted at him, wondering how he lived to this day, and then Shen Yan said:

"Then do you have any news?"

"Of course." He smiled evilly.

"Then have you told anyone?" Roger asked again.

"Of course not." He replied again.

"Talk about it."

"The money thing.~~" He rubbed his hands and looked at Roger expectantly.

Roger glanced at his disgusting look with a bit of disgust, and said, "I didn't say that if I can find it, I won't treat you badly."

"That's good. I hope you can keep your promise." The little green-haired **** said with a smile. "Otherwise~~~ Hey."

"I heard that someone was looking for a drug addict named Jack Fasma recently. After counting, he has been missing for five or six days. How about this news. Is it worth 10 gold coins?"

He smiled evil intentionally, looked at Roger, his eyes lit up and his hands were behind his back.

Jack Fasma?

Is it a counter-voluntary trick, or a ecstasy shot by Elok?

interesting.

But on this point of news, 10 gold coins. You really don't want to live anymore.

Roger glanced at the **** who didn't know where he came from. He sighed helplessly, shook his head and said:

"Anything else? Go on."

"Of course there is. The person looking for him appointed a detective, and he is still eagerly inquiring. But obviously, he didn't find it."

Of course you can't find it, that is, a character made up in a random manner. There is no such individual as Jack Fasma, only Captain Jack and Elok Fasma.

It looks like the captain has put a ecstasy bomb.

Does this mean to stun the snake?

Or something else?

Threatening counter-volition. That's not enough.

It's really incomprehensible.

He pondered for a moment, took out a golden German gold coin from his pocket, pressed it on the table with a "pop", and pushed it to the green hair.

"That's it?" It seemed that the green fur was obviously dissatisfied and said, looking at Roger ferociously.

"That's it. I can give you money with such worthless news, even if I can count on you. If you are not satisfied, you can leave it alone, and then go out." Roger suppressed his tone and said with a gloomy face.

He was fed up with this kind of fool with IQ like a monkey. If it were not useful, he would be able to drag his intestines out on the spot and wrap it around his neck.

Working with these people is simply an insult to me.

Have to find a way to open a breakthrough.

You say, how about the temple.

Based on my previous relationship with some people in the temple, cooperation again is not a problem.

The point is that the temple is hidden deep enough in Delta.

Besides, I don’t know the responsibility of the temple in Delta.

I met Roman before because I knew him before, and now in a strange environment, it's very difficult to think of connecting.

He shook his head and sighed, probably for a while.

Looking at the green hair who hadn't gone, Roger said:

"Why? Haven't left yet? Not satisfied?"

"Of course you are very dissatisfied with the price you have given. Recently, it is indeed very tight. If you lend you 100 gold coins, it can be considered worthy of you. Second officer." The green hair looked at Roger provocatively and said.

The second mate is the nickname he gave himself to hide his identity.

Roger glanced at the green hair, completely disappointed in him, and suddenly an angry flame burned in his heart.

You deserve to yell with me, too confident. The somewhat messy situation in itself made his heart suppress a flame, coupled with the stupid behavior and robbery of this idiot, made Roger a little unable to control himself, and his proud aristocratic politeness and euphemism were also released. Come down.

He jerked the gold coins that were on the table back into his pocket.

Say loudly: "Get out."

The green Mao's face was gloomy for an instant, he glanced around, did not choose to make trouble here, gritted his teeth, and said viciously:

"Hmph, you wait for me."

If nothing else, ~lightnovelpub.net~ the green hair was a decomposed unclaimed corpse in the sewer for a while.

But Roger still felt distressed by these things.

He poured the remaining half of the beer into his throat and burped.

After a sigh, I am ready to go out and "expand business".

Hope to have some other news.

All day long, this kind of little nutritional value makes me feel bored.

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Elok will still wake up at noon, and Sebas will still choose to practice violin or guitar in the afternoon.

Nothing seems to have changed.

However, Sebas’s violin sound has some extraordinary characteristics.

This makes him more mysterious and artistic.

Elok did not ask about the nutritious topic of how Sebastian felt after becoming an artist, nor did he ask, ‘what are you doing these days? ’And ‘what are you thinking about lately? ’This kind of stupid question of looking for words without words.

"What do you have for lunch today?" he asked casually.

Questions like this are the main theme of life, and of course, they are also the most important issues in life.

"Albert Drum came this morning, but I told him that you haven't come back when you went out. Let him come back at noon." Sebastian did not answer Elok's question, but put down the book in his hand and sat on the sofa. Said.

"You mean to have a meal at noon and talk about it?" Elok asked puzzled.

Sebas quickly denied: "Of course not, why invite him to dinner. I just said we can't miss it anymore."

When Elok was distressed that he couldn't eat lunch on time, the doorbell rang.

It looked like Albert Drum, and it was a coincidence.

He shook his head helplessly, and had to take care of his work first.