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Chapter 262 0261: Old friends

"Stand back, Miss McGonagall."

Ken guarded the female scholar behind him, carefully staring at the dark area in the center of this spacious old shop.

sizzle.

There was a crackling sound of a tinder in the air.

Fleeting light.

It revealed a skin that was mottled and dull, smooth as a swamp creature.

It was lumpy and seemed to have some weird sheen to it, the source of all the dampness in the room.

The dying flames fell into the dark oil.

The warm and bright flame climbed along the wick made of grass leaves, and finally propped up a piece of orange, locking everyone in the shop...in a cage made of bright light.

Pat, babble.

A windproof lantern with a brass buckle rests on the tabletop.

It is rusty, and the rubbing characters are hidden by dark green moss. The whole thing is an antique, as if it was broken off from the mast of an ancient beast sailing ship.

The copper lamp handle is covered by a monstrous hand.

Its skin is slippery and disgusting, with a human-like structure, but with webbed fingers, like some kind of amphibian.

"Huh, it's full of unfamiliar faces. Mr. Poehler is looking forward to it."

The store manager spoke.

Everyone finally saw that the viscous voice came from the mouth of a toad as tall and strong as two Langz.

[Character: Jay Poehler]

[Identity: Black Market Vendor]

[Description: Most of the rare magic marsh frog race in the Usua continent live in warm regions, and there are also some freaks who like ice and snow. 】

It wears very exaggerated clothes.

The two eyes are as big as Mag's head, and the eyelids are drooping. They seem to have no energy, as if they are not interested in anything.

It invites everyone to sit down very casually.

The body of the magic bog frog is quite bloated, and you can hardly imagine how it moves, judging from the degree of slipperiness around it...

Ken is skeptical:
Is this thing rooted in the corner of the shop, never leaving, as if the whole building is a living body, and the weird giant toad in front of it is just a beating heart.

Burke wasn't surprised at all.

He greeted the monster calmly.

The two parties came and went, and the communication was very smooth, but Mr. Poehler seemed to be more lazy than Engineer Nolin, with almost no ups and downs in his tone, and he never took the initiative to provoke the topic.

Burke said: "I wrote you a letter, and you promised me that you would set aside two tickets for me."

"A dragon and a bird, understand. I entrusted two mystic friends to say that I found suitable animal blood. If this thing comes true, they will stay in Ambera Ice Port for more than half a month. The places vacated by the birds are yours."

Poehler spoke calmly.

Its huge body is still covered with clothes.

It seemed to be a custom-made waistcoat, the fabric couldn't see its true color, there were a lot of pockets, and it was stretched loosely. Who knows what strange things had been stuffed in it before.

Ken is watching.

The magic bog frog reached into one of the grids, and then took out a wet cigar.

Poehler dried it by the fire, lit it, and took it in his mouth, revealing several differently colored teeth inside.

Call ~
The store was instantly covered by the smell of tobacco.

The white mist fell loosely around him, and the flames illuminated by the copper lamp made people feel as if they were in a hazy illusion.

Ken suddenly realized that the other party was also staring at him.

Poehler continued to smoke, not concealing his observing gaze, but the eyes looked too loose, making it look like a half-asleep guy, staring blankly at the air.

Ken was also not sure if the other party's line of sight really had focus.

Burke continued: "So when can we go, and where are the tickets?"

Poehler shook his head.

It should be shaking his head. After all, the other party has no neck. The shaking of his body just now may be an expression of rejection!
"what do you mean?"

Langz opened his mouth without any scruples, but was pushed back by everyone's eyes.

Jia Pole showed a very helpless expression.

When it moves, it can show how big the mouth is - the lips are like slowly closing waves, and the length of the gap can be used to measure the height.

Burke understood what the old friend meant.

Poehler puffed out a few puffs of cigarettes unhurriedly, and then explained to the new faces around:
"Let me tell you, the premise for me to cheat these two tickets is to promise to have the freshest monster blood. Of course, this matter has to be resolved by yourselves. If you can get it, everyone is happy. If you don't get it, people will Take the nearest Yalong and fly to the Red Maple Heights."

Ken and Langmingway looked at each other.

Flying vehicles are currently very precious, and the supply is in short supply. If this opportunity is missed, it may be difficult to have other ways for Burke to reach the Red Maple Heights in time.

呋~
The white mist is still being stirred.

The tobacco in Poehler's hand always burns with a few wisps of extra smoke because of the moisture, which smells slightly unpleasant.

Ken and everyone were still thinking.

Poehler was calm.

First of all, it has nothing to do with him, and as the owner of this shop, he doesn't seem to have the enthusiasm to entertain customers, and he always chooses to watch silently.

All middlemen are like this.

He stretched out his hand, patted the long table lightly, and said, "I have to remind everyone that the Flying Dragon is resting and will be leaving early in the morning the day after tomorrow. You have to make a decision quickly, or it will be too late."

[Mission: Beast Blood Trading]

【Progress: 2D】

[Description: According to the requirements of the magic marsh frog, go to the wasteland to obtain the freshest blood of monsters, and purify and refine it according to the needs of customers. 】

Ken wants to take a shortcut:
"Is there still a shortage of animal blood in the northern border? The Norin Kingdom's military supplies must be able to meet most of the alchemy needs."

"Fresh, my friend."

Poehler relentlessly pushed the idea away.

He said: "When the secret technique is brewed, whether it is fresh or not has a great impact on the quality. Unless you keep it in the way I said, otherwise the things in the inventory will not be able to satisfy the taste of picky ghosts."

"Can't we fool around?"

Lowndes made a very stupid suggestion.

Ken said: "A mystic who can demand the freshness of the materials, can't tell the difference? Besides, we can mess around, and the reputation of the Norin Kingdom may not be allowed to be trampled on at will."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the Dragon Thorn Knight Commander.

Lang Mingwei continued to ask: "Then may I ask, what kind of fresh blood does the other party need?"

"Cangcuo snake, and it is a Cangcuo snake that has shed its skin more than twice."

Poehler would demand to be spoken, and then he would draw the scrawled note from the honeycomb pocket of his suit.

The above are the specific requirements of the employer, including fresh-keeping methods and matters needing attention.

Ken pouted.

This kind of monster is simply a shadow in his life, even though the current self has become stronger countless times...

He didn't want to look back either.

(End of this chapter)