Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 486 364: The Mysterious Evil [2/2]

Butler Kent led them in another direction while the two laughed.

The group stopped in front of a shop that occupied an exaggerated area.

It was like a stadium that could accommodate tens of thousands of people.

There was a huge signboard with the words "Solan Chamber of Comrce" written in the common language of the continent.

The outer wall of the building embossed dozens of flying horse statues that were more than ten ters tall. The flying horses kept galloping on the wall after enhancent with magic.

This scene had quite an impact.

Two rows of ten-ter-tall magic stone statues at the entrance held long-handled battle axes and guarded the sides.

They were all level 19 top-tier troops.

There were many people around, and it was very lively.

Richard's group of twenty or so people was nothing in this place.

It took so ti to settle down the level 15 soldiers of the two teams because they could not bring them to the shop.

Butler Kent then led them into the house.

The view suddenly opened up after they passed the magic stone statue.

One has carved complicated and exquisite patterns in the 20-ter-high sky and hung colored oil paintings on the surrounding walls.

A staff mber in his early forties ca up to him with a smile before he could look around.

"Dear guests, the Solan Chamber of Comrce welcos all of you. I will be at your service from now on.

"What are you here to buy?"

Richard returned to his senses and gestured to Xina.

"I need to buy a set of high-quality armor…"

"Armor? What level do you need?"

"Four-stars and above."

The middle-aged man's smile beca even brighter when he heard this.

"You need to go to the second floor to get a treasure of this level. Please follow …"

Richard nodded and followed.

However, he had just passed through the crowd and arrived at the stairs.

They could hear the sound of an argunt.

Richard turned to look.

An old man with a goatee argued with a few players behind the counter.

In front of them was a pile of severely damaged items.

It was obvious that they had just returned from the wilderness and were there to sell their treasures.

A rusty sword, a broken shield, a broken longbow... It was filled with the aura of ti as if one had pricked them up from an ancient ruin.

The middle-aged man awkwardly smiled when he saw Richard's curious eyes.

"My Lord, so grace mainland overlords usually co to sell things they got from god knows where. So are very valuable, and so are just junk, so there will be occasional disputes. Please, don't mind them. Please, follow ."

Richard nodded and turned his attention away. He looked away and went upstairs.

The argunt on the other side beca more intense at this mont.

"This is a piece of legendary equipnt! It shouldn't be worth so little money, even if it's heavily damaged, right?"

"That's all I have. It's not worth it to have one more serving! When has the Solan Chamber of Comrce ever lied to anyone?"

"Impossible, the price your people gave last ti was three tis higher than yours! You're lying!"

"Who is it? How co I didn't know about this!"

The players suddenly noticed the middle-aged man who had beco conspicuously halfway up the stairs, and their eyes imdiately lit up.

He pointed at the stairs and shouted.

"We sold it to him last week! Call him over. We'll confront him!"

The old man with a goatee behind the counter imdiately turned to look at Richard. It embarrassed the middle-aged man who led the way.

He wanted to say sothing, but he didn't know how to.

It was a complete joke to outsiders... Later, he would advise the president to move the acquisition area to the backyard.

At this mont, the commotion had already attracted the attention of many people.

The middle-aged man couldn't just leave.

He apologized to Richard with a smile and called for a staff mber not far from the stairs to accompany him. Then he turned around and walked down the stairs to the players with a dark expression.

It piqued Richard's interest.

He wasn't in a hurry to go up. So he brought Rebecca and the others down the stairs. He passed through the crowd and approached the people who still argued.

"The item I'm selling is the sa as the last ti. Why is the price not even half of the previous one? Tell !"

The leader held a rusty bronze sword and glared at the two who sold goods.

The middle-aged man's eyes grew even more unsightly when he saw Richard.

"Hmph, the last ti I bought that piece of equipnt from you, I brought it to a blacksmith to restore it... But do you know what the result was?

"Our top-notch blacksmith master said that it's impossible to repair it since it's so broken."

"It is not worthy of repair even if it could be.

"The resources needed to repair it are enough to forge a brand new one."

The players did not believe it.

"Hmph, who knows if you're telling the truth..."

"You can go to another shop and see if they have the sa price if you don't believe ."

They continued to argue.

Richard finally understood what the players argued about after he listened.

The price was high the last ti they ca to sell treasures. They got the sa treasure this ti, but the Solan Chamber of Comrce offered less than half of the previous price, which was unfair.

It was the sa for the Solan Chamber of Comrce.

Previously, he wanted to buy and repair it to make a fortune. However, he didn't expect the repair to exceed the price of the treasure itself. It was not worth it at all.

That's why this happened.

The players' treasure piqued Richard's curiosity.

He opened his attribute panel and took a few glances.

[Damaged Bronze Battle Blade]

[Level: None]

[Status: Severely Damaged]

[Description: Once a legendary weapon. Lost its power over ti. ]

...

[Broken Black Longsword]

...

[Broken Longbow]

...

More than 20 weapons. Each was severely damaged.

What was interesting was that half of them were legendary equipnt.

He has no idea where the few players got several glorious-level pieces of equipnt... It was tattered.

The appraiser with the goatee did not even want to offer half the price after the middle-aged man told him one could no longer repair these weapons.

He chased the players away as if he chased away flies.

The players were depressed. They cursed in a language the world couldn't understand and greeted the two's families. They took out a black cloth bag and unwillingly kept the broken equipnt on the counter.

An arm can't win against a thigh...

Richard chuckled.

These guys really didn't change their nature.

He didn't stay any longer and turned to leave after he watched the show.

The players collected the last few items on the table after they took a few steps.

[Ding~ Sugar palm]

One of the long blades was too rusty and broke, fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Richard turned around.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw the players pick it up while they cursed.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but at that mont, the leader took out a dried branch from his bag and swept the last two treasures on the table into the bag as if he was a garbage collector.

Richard's heart skipped a beat.

He fixed his eyes on the dried branch in the player's hand.

He felt a strange yet familiar aura.

It seed like... The god's ancient tree.

No, it was even more evil and dark than the aura of the god's ancient tree.

More importantly, this dried branch didn't seem one had passed it down from ancient tis like the other broken branches.

It seed very new...

An adamant curiosity rose in his heart. Where did these players get this branch?