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Chapter 278 0277: Exchange
Sarek pushed the treasure back without hesitation.

He likes to make money, but he has no interest in exploring the mysteries, unless it contains the treasure of the Dwarf Emperor or the golden river of Usua.

"The problem is solved, and the debt is settled."

Sarek stood up and pursed his lips, as if he had eaten a plate of steak that wasn't delicious enough, but he couldn't express his dissatisfaction with the chef in charge of making it.

The Moor Frog could read the expression of the wanted man.

He took out a waterproof paper from the huge vest that was soaked in his own body fluids, and inside it were the tasks that were recently delivered to him - no one knew how the magic bog frog left the room and how it touched these things .

"Don't worry, friend, I'll introduce you to business. Since you unlocked this code, I happen to have a batch of goods for you to handle."

Ja Poehler said so.

He opened the corner of his mouth, revealing a big mouth with a smile in the air, which seemed to be able to swallow the ambition of the entire underground trading area.

"Thank you very much,"

Sarek bowed and thanked, "I like your fairness the most. Generous traders can always have various repeat customers, hehe."

"Hahaha."

The Demon Swamp Frog laughed.

His chubby figure was shaking, the flames were swaying, and the monster's skin looked even more strange in the mottled grayness.

He said: "If you like it, you can also learn to be fair. Business can never be finished. Only by being patient and down-to-earth can you make money in your stomach. I always put other people's needs first, Sarek , and this is my mystery."

The wanted criminal also laughed.

When the two exchange employer clues, the middleman mission of this shop is officially over.

Thackeray will find the raider leader himself to make a deal.

The magic marsh frog watched the opponent leave.

He is in a good mood today, holding up the thin pot of unknown material at the corner of the table with his webbed hands, and patiently adding fuel to the lamp, as if this is the happiest thing in the world.

When he was full, he raised his head again.

He opened his mouth wide and drank what was left in the jug.

The lights flickered, and shadows struggled on the wall.

A snake died at the port last night, and the scene was very tragic. It seems that a certain young mercenary has successfully completed the task.

The dragon bird is about to leave Ambera Ice Harbor.

The doorbell swayed at the right time, making continuous and crisp sounds. As expected, familiar guests entered the shop one after another.

"Good afternoon, Burke, I think you must have brought good news."

The magic marsh frog has a round belly.

Norlin's chief engineer also smiled, and the two old goblins seemed to be comparing the width of their belly in the air, which looked very funny.

Langmingway stepped forward to take out the container.

After Poehler finished checking, he accepted the items. Burke didn't intend to stay at all, but turned around and led everyone out of the shop.

McGonagall was a little puzzled.

"Why don't we wait in the store, as long as the employer comes to trade the animal blood with the ticket, we can take it away immediately, so as not to make mistakes."

"This is actually very dangerous."

Langmingway touched his sister's head. Although he looked a little tired, his gentleness towards Mag would still make the Knights jealous.

Ken explained:
"In the underground trading area, no one wants to reveal their identities. This kind of thing can't be brought out in the open, so middlemen are needed. We complete the task, everyone gets what they need, and no one will affect the other's life. "

Mag nodded and began to reflect on his impatience.

In fact, they didn't leave too far, and they waited quietly in the alley near the trading area, with a quiet narrow road behind them.

It was quiet and cold, and the adjacent shops were all closed, waiting for customers to open.

"Hey, something is wrong."

Mag suddenly said suspiciously, "The floor tiles are clearly worn out, but none of us have met anyone else here, both times, and we haven't even seen a customer."

Langz patted his head with a dazed look on his face, as if he had just realized it.

Everyone looked around under Mag's reminder. Indeed, as she observed, the shops in this street were all quiet, and there were no pedestrians.

"McGonagall, you are very smart."

Burke smiled. He was praising the students for their carefulness.

He also explained to everyone: "This is the cursed area of ​​Abela Ice Harbor. It was originally called the Forgotten Trail. It is said that passengers passing through will always leave the team unintentionally."

Until the change of power in Ambera Ice Port.

"A rule-maker, cracked and mastered the secrets, and then developed this place into an underground trading area, specializing in activities that are not seen but can bring in a lot of tax dollars."

Ken walked a few steps into the empty alley and backed away.

He spread his arms and said, "I didn't disappear, is it because of the distance, or is there any triggering condition."

But Burke shook his head: "The rules here have been changed. We will never meet anyone other than the team in this alley. If there are guests, you can't open the door of the shop."

"What the hell."

Lanz spoke very rudely, but he was actually covering up the panic in his heart.

McGonagall's curiosity was mobilized.

But because Langmingway seemed to be preoccupied, she didn't show it.

"Interesting, let's verify it."

With his hands behind his back, Ken walked in the empty streets and alleys, looking left and right, wanting to see what was going on in the other shops.

But the room is airtight.

Even if he opened the gray horizon, there would be nothing behind the door, as if this place no longer belonged to the original dimension.

The same is true for Lanwu Space.

Ken and Selina have traveled through reality and illusion, so they are more able to accept similar phenomena.

The team followed him.

It didn't take long before everyone returned to the door of Jia Pole's shop.

The windows and doors are quiet.

"Closed?"

Lanz muttered.

The strong giant was shrinking behind Lang Mingwei, looking a little ashamed.

Ken reached out and pushed, and it fit perfectly.

He felt that what he encountered was not wood or any building material, but some kind of hard barrier that was difficult to overcome.

This further verified his conjecture that he was in another dimension.

"It seems that Boss Poehler is already handling business."

Ken waved his hand.

They didn't leave this time. After a while, a coldness suddenly fell on them, and everyone shivered.

Ken is the most intuitive.

He turned around and touched the handle again. It felt sticky, and the wooden door creaked open without any hindrance.

The oil lamp of the Moor Frog swayed a little due to the breeze from the door opening.

The light couldn't illuminate its whole body.

The monster is inlaid in a familiar corner, wearing a wet and exaggerated vest, with a mouth of unknown size.

"Welcome back, my old friend, here is what you need."

As Mr. Poehler said, he used his webbed palm... to push two strange iron plates to the other side of the table.

(End of this chapter)