352 Chapter 351

After the tool treatment was completely completed, each returned to their workshop.

"Well, let's gather a lot of information for the auction."

Since it is the work of craftsmen from here on out, there is nothing Atari can do.

"That's right. Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Real."

See you later.

Both of them called out, but there was no response because the real that was starting the work was completely in concentrated mode.

"Haha, after all, this is what craftsmen look like."

Fufu

Atal and Carlo smiled and watched and left the workshop.

Outside, Balchias and Iflia will be waiting for you, and we will all act together.

"Anyway, what we're going to do in the future is we can't really move until the auction starts."

Even if you collect information, it is difficult to determine where to get the information and what kind of information to have.

First, is it a tavern? Then there's the Adventurers Guild, and I think it's one way to speak to the people watching us... "

Carlo said so and looked at the right rear with a smile.

Someone noticed what they saw and tried to evacuate the scene in a hurry, but at the same time as Carlo's movement, Balchias was moving and was caught immediately.

"Shit! What, what, what, what, you guys!

The man brought by the neck is staring at the athletes with a stance of being trampled on by Balchias.

"What are we talking about? I wouldn't be suspicious if I followed such a good traveler... well, I guess I belonged to one of the three."

Hearing information from swipe, Atal looked at the man's face with astonishment.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be too rough... but could you be honest with me?

Carlo bends over and asks the man for help with a troubled look.

Carlo's flexing chest approached as he bent over and unexpectedly grew under the man's nose in this situation.

"Ah, I don't really want to do this...."

Atal grabbed the rifle and shot a bullet a few centimeters above the man's nose.

I didn't want to stand out, so I fired it with a silencer effect, but it stayed powerful.

There are holes in the shape of bullets.

"Now, where do you think there's a hole next?

With a nasty smile on his face, Atal pointed his gun at the man to set his next goal.

Of course this is a bluff, and I'm not going to shoot you seriously.

Still, men don't know if they're serious or joking, so it's enough to scare them.

I thought I'd get a hole in my body like an empty hole in the ground, and I got sick.

"Okay, I'll tell you anything I know! So pull it in!

The man who knew nothing about the gun seemed desperate.

Let's go somewhere quiet.

Atal picks up a man by force and moves to a nearby park. There were no children there and they were idle.

A park close to the artisans' area, or surrounded by trees, with few playground equipment and some benches and fountains.

"What do you want to know?

The angry man who already told me the information is giving up and seeing calm.

"Well, for now, about the next auction. And I want you to tell me if you have a good vigilante or a mercenary."

"Hmm, you're good at it. Well, let's start with the auction. But I've never been there before, so it's just information.

It doesn't seem that there was a big catch, and the man proceeds without worrying.

"That's all right. Talk to me."

I didn't intend to swallow all the men's information, and Atal herself thought it would be worth asking and scrutinizing first.

"Okay. The auction will open soon. It is said that it is once a month and only the upper part of the slave trade knows the day of implementation."

There are athletes in front of me who know the date, but of course they don't know the end man, so they keep talking.

"There are a lot of big nobles and merchants who participate. So I don't know what you're after, but you should give up competing."

Speaking of which, Atal is thinking of rescuing a fairy, but it is his story that we should stop competing with the rich. Those who have money do not spare for what they desire.

"I see. Money, of course. Money is a problem."

"It will be difficult for poor people like you....."

The man looks at the equipment of the athletes in a silly tone.

Never seen a weapon, never seen a material defense...

They don't look so powerful as adventurers, and they don't look like nobles or merchants.

"Ah, no, I don't know...."

Atal and his adventurers probably have money, too. There is a good possibility that

"Well, we're not dressed luxuriously... are we going to sell materials to get the money?

Atari, who have a lot of pretty rare materials, can easily earn money if they really want it.

There is also quite a bit of money in the magic bag.

But I never thought I'd get past the odd auction when I thought about the rich who would come all the way out here for the fairy.

"What should we do? I still have a lot of ingredients...."

Because of the scale of the blue dragon and the materials of Xuanwu, it is not difficult to imagine that those who see them will be quite a sum of money.

"Whoa, who the hell are you guys?

Atal leans his neck to the second man's question.

"No, that's why I told you. An ordinary adventurer. It's just a bit of a rare experience."

"What the hell is normal..."

What is it like to have as much money as possible to compete with the rich? And the man starts asking himself questions.

"Well, anyway, you guys stay out of our way. I've come into contact with one of the three factions, so I can't be as powerful as the others."

It refers to swiping and has some friendship with him.

However, Atal did not intend to compromise any further because the other factions did not come into contact with him at that time.

"Okay, okay. I don't think I'm going to make it up to anyone like you, so it's gonna be okay."

The man said it himself and didn't realize it, but it also meant that he could turn Atal into enemies...

So, finally, do you have any information on the awesome guard stick, the skilled mercenary? Some of them are called beasts. "

When Atal asks his last question, the man thinks with his arms together.

There was already no consciousness of secrecy among men...