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Chapter 1019 The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (6)

The Cursed Dragon and His Human Knight (VI)

"Five parts of stonefly eyeballs, twenty parts of thorn vines, three parts of one-eyed snail mucus..."

The young man standing behind the counter was holding a piece of coarse tobacco in his mouth. The smoke rings he exhaled sprayed accurately on the goods on the counter, and a light hum came out of his hoarse voice.

"You're lucky, kid. You got a great harvest this time. Do you want gold coins or something else?"

He quoted a figure that was equivalent to a month's income for a C-rank mercenary.

The thief in front of him brightened up his eyes after hearing this, and he quickly stated his needs while praising him.

"Boss Ning, yours is the best value. I honestly think there's no better grocery store in this town. Please exchange half for gold coins, and I'll exchange the remaining half for eight kilograms of B-grade monster jerky. Also..." He licked his lips and asked cautiously, a strange glint in his eyes, "I also have three mid-grade recovery potions. Boss Ning, do you have any in stock?"

The young man half-leaning on the high chair slowly turned his head, took out the coarse tobacco in his mouth, and leaned forward, exposing his cheek, which was originally hidden in the light, completely to the orange light. A series of hideous scars spread from his collarbone upwards to the corner of his eyes. The thief subconsciously took a half step back.

Young man: "Huh, you're so timid. Where did you get the news?"

His question was strange, but the thief felt relieved and quickly pulled out a small badge carved from a strange material from his waist.

"I, I have a very good friend who saved a Miss Misha. This is a token of love she gave him. However, my friend is not a mercenary, so he gave it to me."

"Really? Then it seems like you have a pretty good relationship."

The thief only felt a black screen before his eyes, and then when he came to his senses, the small badge in his hand was gone.

He subconsciously took a step forward to take it back, but the young man who had just been exposed to the light had already disappeared into the darkness holding the badge.

"I only recognize badges here, not people. Since you have a real token, I can sell you one."

The gray figure turned his back and opened a cabinet behind him. The thief's eyes greedily locked onto that position, and then he saw a recovery potion that all mercenaries would yearn for, although it was only a medium-grade one.

This mid-grade recovery potion emits a warm white light, and there are a few green spots in the milky white liquid - this represents that the quality of this mid-grade recovery potion is very high, and it is already the top quality among mid-grade products.

So the legend is indeed true, this place can really...

The thief swallowed and tried to bargain, "But I want three. I think the price of these things is more than enough for three. Isn't this a bit unfair, Boss Ning?"

"Everyone can only exchange for one per month. This is the rule."

A smoke ring came over, with a slightly fishy and pungent smell, which made the thief who was sensitive to smells feel a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to say something else, but everything he wanted was already on the table, and the owner knocked on the table - this meant to end the transaction, and no one here didn't know this rule.

Although the thief was unwilling to give up, his intuition as a thief made him vaguely feel that if he continued to pester the person, things might become worse for him.

So he hesitated for only a moment, then carefully counted the bag of gold coins to confirm that Boss Ning only took the gold coins for one potion, and then quickly put the other things into his bag.

Soon, he pushed open the secret door and left quietly.

The young man standing in the shadows waited for a while, then extinguished the smelly tobacco in his hand with his calloused fingers, and threw away the badge in his hand to cover the back of his hand.

"Transferring? Since when did murder and robbery become justifiable as such a high-sounding excuse?"

He touched the hideous scar on his face, thinking about something.

"Misha actually gave this badge out. It seems that the highly anticipated hero is finally about to officially embark on his dragon-slaying journey."

He lowered his head to look at the badge, his hoarse voice filled with hatred and resentment. "Then Alpha, you should follow your hero and leave the 'turtle shell' that the royal family and the Temple of Light have set up for you."