Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 45: Sant Chiaro

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"Huh? Throw it away? Why?" Ron was puzzled.

Huo Meilin smiled and pointed to his finger, and said with a smile, "The soul ring in your hand originally has the function of a space ring, and there are so many things to hold, you still keep these useless space bags for dryness. Huh?"

"Huh? It can hold things?" Ron was startled and looked at his hand.

"Of course, it still has many functions, but your current strength is too low, and some functions can't be used..." Huo Meilin said triumphantly, "If your strength reaches a certain level, you naturally know how powerful it is. !"

"Oh—" Ron nodded, and he said after thinking for a while, "But Grandpa Khomelin, these space bags can't be thrown out yet, they can sell for money..."

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Sant Chialo is a medium-sized town in the western part of the Holy Roman Empire. An ancient city wall more than ten meters high surrounds the entire city of San Chialo. The gate spanning 20 meters is open to welcome people from all sides. At the gate of the city, there are a few guards from the Holy Roman Empire standing at the gate. They are wearing simple armor and holding sharp spears. They are watching the crowd with vigilant eyes.

The city of San Chialo is small, compared to other big cities, but in fact, the trade here is extremely developed.

Walking on the streets of San Chiallo, Ron was at a loss. There were too many people here. Ron, who had stayed in Maple Leaf Town since he was a child, had never seen so many people.

At the gate of the city, Ron found a wanted portrait of himself, and he hid his face with interest.

"Where should I go?" Looking at the pedestrians coming and going, Ron was unwilling to hesitate, he was holding a lot of weapons and equipment in his hand, but he didn't know how to do it, like he had a fortune. Don't know how to spend the same.

It's not difficult to find the Chamber of Commerce, but can the things in his hand be traded in a fair manner?

However, these things don't need Ron to worry about, because in the city of San Chialo, there are such a group of people who are dedicated to solving problems for past merchants.

They have an official name called Guide, but in the mercenary world, they are called "Luzi".

In every city, there are people like this. They provide guide services for mercenaries and merchants from afar, as well as contact transactions, etc., and charge tips or commissions.

They are the local snakes of the city. There is nothing they don’t know about, ranging from trade in chambers of commerce to small meals and lodging, even if you find a woman, as long as you can afford to pay, they will take you to the most famous city Pinjinku, as long as you find them, it is like getting a living map of the city.

They are "the way".

Ron, who was shaking his head in the city of San Chialo, was caught by a "path", a shabby little felt hat, wearing a thick cotton coat with holes, and shaved his face clean. Looks as decent as possible, with small eyes savvy.

Seeing Ron, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a golden mountain.

To be a "luzi" requires vision. The first rule of the "luzi" rule is, "Never judge people by their appearance."

In addition to wealthy merchants, they also serve as dirty and sloppy mercenaries. They may have just returned from hunting places where strange beasts are infested. Although they seem to be in poor clothes, they may be in the pocket of space. It is loaded with the priceless core and fur of Warcraft. There are also various materials.

Thinking merchants may be stingy, and those mercenaries who have just returned from hunting tend to be generous.

The deer-headed deer walked quickly to Ron and saluted deeply, "Brave mercenary, do you need a "path" to serve you? Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Pi Pools, is the "path" of the city of San Chialo......"

Faced with this person who suddenly appeared in front of him, Ron was full of vigilance. He wrapped his hand tightly and asked, "The way?"

At this moment, Ron hula-la-hugged the people around him. These were Pepples' colleagues and "paths". Obviously, they also discovered Ron, the gold master.

Ron’s current dress looks nondescript. He is wearing armor, a leather robe, and a magician’s cloak. He holds a large package in his hand. He hasn’t taken a bath for some time, and he has a sour smell. In this way, it is as miserable as it is, and as alternative as it is.

It’s different in the eyes of those “roads”. The big package may be full of space bags, the worn-out clothing may be a fierce fight with the alien beast, and the clothes that I don’t know may be After fighting with other mercenaries, it is more normal to not take a bath. How can there be such a condition in the wild?

"My mercenary, I am the best "roader" in this city and I can provide you with all the services!" A "roader" took off his hat and said politely.

"My mercenary, I will take you to a place where there are a lot of beautiful women with beautiful looks, tall stature, first-rate kung fu, and the most important thing is fair price! Hehe." A wretched man with a lewd face Laughing, he took out his biggest selling point, and many mercenaries like it.

"My mercenary, are you going to sell exotic animal materials? I'll take you there. You can tip whatever you like. The price is guaranteed to be reasonable..." The other is obviously a price war.

"My mercenary..."

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The "Luzi" introduced themselves one after another, and it looked like a group of prostitutes saw the outrageous clients.

After working for a long time, Ron realized that these guys called "Luzi" are a group of guides. They can take you anywhere and save you the trouble of finding your way. Of course, a tip must be given.

The "Luzi" looked at Ron with hopelessness in their eyes.

"I do want to sell something..." Ron hesitated, he pointed at Peeples, "Just him, he was the first to come!"

"Oh--" Except for Pipples, the eyes of the other "ludes" showed disappointment. They were professionally ethical, saluted and left.

"Thank you, Mr. Mercenary, Pepples is honored to serve you..." Pepples flushed with excitement, he took off his hat and saluted, "Tip you just watch it, my lord, I want Not much."

Ron nodded. He seized a lot of gold coins from the guards of the Holy See, adding up to a thousand.

A thousand, Ron didn't even dare to think that one day he could have such a large fortune, such a fortune would be enough for ordinary civilians to live comfortably for decades.

"Dear mercenary, where are you going?" Piples sorted his clothes and looked more formal. He started his work.

Ron pondered for a moment. The things he wanted to sell were mainly the equipment and weapons of the guards of the Holy See, and some miscellaneous things, etc. These things were not seen in the Holy Roman Empire.

If someone reports this matter, Ron is afraid that he won't be able to get out of San Kiaro.

Looking at Ron’s hesitant expression, Pepples suddenly thought of something in his heart. He pulled Ron to a corner of no one, then lowered his voice and said, "My mercenary, is there something wrong? Easy to shoot?"

Ron nodded.

"So it's like this..." Pepples laughed, patted his chest and said, "My lord, you can find the right person. In the entire city of San Chialo, only I have such a "path" and channels. Can help you solve this problem..."

Piples is bragging that he is naturally not the only "path" that can provide the same service. He said this to highlight his service advantages.

"Black shops! Those things whose source is not clear can only be sold in black shops. They dare to accept everything, even if you killed someone and grabbed something yesterday, but the price will be lower. Adults, you need to be mentally prepared. Of course, if you go to a formal chamber of commerce, there is no problem. I can take you there, but I will not trouble you!" Pepples said softly.

They are just guides, so naturally they dare not and will not cause trouble.

Ron thought for a while, "The things I sell will indeed cause some unnecessary trouble. Well, go where you said it!"

"Lead the way ahead!"

Piples was overjoyed when he heard it, "Okay, my lord, please come with me. The shop owner is very familiar with me, I believe he will give you a good price..."

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Ron followed Pepples all the way, walked into the alleys along the road, turned around, stunned Ron, and came to the house where an ordinary family lived.

"My lord, here it is!" Pepples stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and an obese woman walked out. She yelled as soon as she saw Pepples, "Wow, Pepples, I can't find you these days, you still have a face? You? When will my money be given to whoring?"

Seeing the fat woman, Piples’s face was a little embarrassed, "Don’t shout, I’m bringing a mercenary here this time, is Scarf? We have a big deal to discuss..."

The fat woman saw Ron following behind, and immediately changed her face and smiled, "Oh, it turned out to be a mercenary, please come in, please come in..."

Ron covered his face and couldn't tell his age, so fat women had to be called "Mercenary Master".

This humble house is what Pepples calls a "black shop". The owner, Scarf, is a miser. In addition to starting a small business, even his daughter has become a tool for making money, but it is obvious Her business is not very good.

Ron Subaru walked in. The "black shop" was not dark at all. On the contrary, it was still bright, just like ordinary people. At this time, he heard the fat woman ask softly, "Piples, you brought it The mercenary is fine, right? I won’t bring in a fool like last time, who doesn’t even understand the rules."

"No, I think he's pretty good!" Pepples said softly, "I don't even understand the rules."

Last time he was embarrassed, and brought in a mercenary who didn’t know the so-called. When the guy heard of Scarf’s offer, he was immediately anxious and threatened to tear down his black shop. In the end, he had to find someone to settle it. It's up.

For the same goods, the prices offered by black shops are definitely low, and everyone in the industry knows it.

Walking into an ordinary house, an equally obese old man stood up, nodded slightly to Ron, and said straightforwardly, "You are the mercenary brought by Pepples? Very good, sit down... …"

He glanced at Ron, with a smile on his face, "Just take out what you have. We dare to accept anything that is valuable and what kind of goods..."