Chapter 143： Storm gathering

Melita Bonnie is an elegant person. As a senior agent of Mithril Treasures, she enjoys a special status in the organization. She has always dealt with those super-great characters, no matter how big these characters are. The momentum is compelling, or fierce, or spleen, she can always maintain her elegance, and ensure that every transaction goes smoothly in elegance.

“How to sell eternal slate?”

"嘎噗"

You see, this is not elegant enough, isn't it?

Melita didn't come up and almost squirted her veil, but it was a man who had experienced great winds and waves. She calmed down for the first time, and her face calmed and looked at the faint Gaowen: "You ...Is it just talking about the eternal slate?"

"Yeah," Gao Wen nodded. "Of course, I am not talking about a whole piece, and the scraps are also fine."

"Your tone... It’s like buying cabbage, I was really scared by you," Melita whispered twice, confirming that Gao Wen was indeed a piece of eternal slate. "Know, this No one in the world will use this tone and attitude to talk about the gifts of the gods."

Gao Wen felt that his attitude seemed to be a bit problematic, but he couldn't help it: even if he inherited the memory of Gao Wen Cecil, his personality is still his own. From the emotional point of view, he really can't substitute himself. A purely local aboriginal, and how much awe of the eternal slate, those metal pieces in his mind are just a bunch of research materials and have died in the information stored in it scary point...

And again, even if it was the time when Govin Cecil was here, he would not have had much fear when he mentioned the eternal slate, because that Govin Cecil was not a believer, and as a second time. In the pioneering age of the mud-legged nobility, he rarely has awe of anything.

"Cough, the person who died once, seeing things look more open," Gao Wen casually put his hands on this point, then looked at Melita's eyes, "still said that the eternal stone is like Mithril Organizations like Treasury, are there pieces of eternal slate in the collection?"

"The pieces of the eternal slate are in the hands of the major sects. That is their holy things, but they will not be handed over to the secret bank treasure store." Melita shook her head. "You should be very clear about this."

"But I am more aware of another point: the major sects are only holding large pieces of debris, and many of the small pieces are scattered, falling in the hands of the kings and nobles, as well as collectors. And there are no collectors in the world who are bigger than your secret silver treasure."

Merita slightly wrinkled her good eyebrows, and then whispered after a long time: "You are right, the secret silver treasures do have some slate fragments on hand, but most of our collections are kept in the custody of the generation. If the crystals that you handed over to us in the past, the treasure house will strictly implement the agreement for this part of the collection, and will never let it out. Unfortunately, the original owners of all the eternal slab fragments are still alive, and there is no Give up the meaning of ownership of the collection, so please forgive me not to sell them, I can't show them to you without the original master's permission."

Looking at Melita’s attitude, Gao Wen knew that this matter had not been discussed.

The reputation of Mithril Treasury is well known, and their power to maintain credibility is well known.

However, after a few seconds of silence, Melita went on to say: "Of course, if you are willing to wait, there may be one or two pieces of slate that are negotiable..."

"Oh?"

"I can't disclose the original information, but I can tell you that there is a customer who made the wrong choice in fulfilling the contract and made a very irrational breach of the secret bank treasure. We have reason to believe that he can't make compensation. So what he has in the treasure house will soon become a sale."

Although Melita smiled and said these words in an elegant and gentle tone, the amber standing behind Gao Wen couldn't help but squat, and a cold air came from head to toe.

"Hey, you guys are really scary to do business." Miss Half Elf couldn't help but groan.

Gao Wen didn't ask who the mysterious defaulter was, and he didn't care about the secret business of the Miyin Treasury. He just nodded. "I just waited. But I still have to confirm the eternal slate." Sell?"

It is necessary to find out the price clearly. Otherwise, if the cowhide is blown up, it will be inevitable if you don’t have the money to buy it. It will even be worse than Melita’s “嘎噗”. Although Gao Wen, who is sitting on the kingdom of the kingdom, feels that he has quite a few spare cash on hand, the value of such an eternal slate cannot be measured by money. What kind of price does the secret silver treasure have to open?

Melita has adapted to Gao Wen’s reality at this time. She smiled faintly: “The value of the eternal slate cannot be measured by money, and the Mithril Treasury does not need to use it to sell money, so we need something else. It is best to collect the rare treasures, such as the ancient relics of the Gangsui period, I believe that you can take them out, if you don't want to, the crystals you handed over to the treasure house can also be. Of course, the best You can have another piece of eternal slate on hand, that is the most convenient, we can exchange directly."

Gao Wen listened, and suddenly there was a movement in the heart: the crystals that I handed over to the secret silver treasure house, in the eyes of the other party, have the same value as the eternal stone slab?

He believes that Mithril Treasures will not talk about it in this respect. The other party's ability to identify treasures is well known. They never make a loss, so... Do they know the origins of those crystals? Or at least know its value?

However, Gao Wen was not sure whether this question could be directly raised by Melita. After careful consideration, he decided to use a natural attitude as much as possible: "It seems that in your eyes, those crystals are valuable?"

"According to the classification of Mithril Treasures, there are three types of treasures besides natural products. The first one is a treasure that comes from human hands and can be reproduced. Most of the so-called jewels are of this type; the second is from Treasures that are manpowered but not reproducible, such as the ancient relics of the Gangyan Empire or older treasures, belong to this category; the third are extraordinary creatures, they...not from human hands."

Melita said, her eyes were slightly curved, and she smiled at Gao Wen: "The crystals, and the fragments of the eternal slate, they are not from the hands."

......

Boundless, moody, sometimes calm, sometimes swallowing, when the fury can destroy the most sturdy sea boat and reef, when calm, it is like a cradle, but under the cradle hides another dark and deep world.

This is the ocean.

Humans have conquered the entire land, but they have not conquered the ocean. Outside the mainland of Loren, they are far more impermanent than the mainland. But in the last seven hundred years, the farthest steps humans have taken to the sea will not. Beyond the range where the coastal lighthouse can shine, because the sea is far more arrogant than the light of the lighthouse, the fragile wooden boats made by humans cannot resist the storms of the distant seas, and the dense fog and the magical environment that appear from time to time at sea will Let the most experienced captains lose their course.

Before the Lord of the Storm Church was transformed into a dark sect, the priests of the Storm Lord were the only asylum and guides for humans to sail outside the lighthouse. The priests who were sheltered by the gods could find the returning harbor in chaos and darkness. The correct route, however, after the Church of the Storm broke with all the Orthodox Church and fell into the dark sect, all the ocean routes ended, people had to stay away from the sea in fear, and the captains and sailors who used to dare to go to the sea to hunt for wealth. They also became cowards who dared to sail along the coastline, and the priests and priests of the storm masters left the mainland and left the world's sight. They stepped into the sea and changed their name to the son of the storm.

They no longer believe in and worship the Lord of the Storm, but instead worship the storm itself. They firmly believe that the tide will destroy the entire world, whether it is through the tide or the tide.

In the depths of the endless sea in the east, on a large, unnamed island reef, the sons of the storm are nervously renovating the fortifications, mending the totems, setting up temporary barriers, and the cloud-filled sky is like a drooping whirlpool. The wind and the thunder are there. Brewed in the whirlpool, the torrential rain continually spilled from the sky, blurring the boundaries of the sky and the sea, and even giving people a feeling that the sea is about to fall over.

Even in the endless seas where the storms are frequent, such horrible celestial phenomena rarely appear. It only means one thing: those pirates are coming again.

A storm main sacrifice stood on the observation deck in the rain, the black robe hunted in the wind, the rain seemed to be unable to affect his sight, he just stared at the more violent sea, as if watching an abyss.

The endless sea, which wraps the world with impermanent water, hides the truth that is maddening, and leaves the mortal a watery gentle illusion, and those stupid mortals who have the only reason they are sane and Wisdom has a role. These intellects and wisdom instinctively make them fear the endless ocean and stay away from its deepest in awe.

This weakness may be the best talent left by the Creator for humanity, but unfortunately, the children of the storm who once faced the truth have lost this escaped happiness.

The whirlpool of the dark clouds in the sky has dropped again. The horrible wind and thunder are constantly pouring into the ears. The main sacrifice of the storm raises its head and sees that the sea waves are rolling up abnormal waves at distant sea level. Some vague things are coming from Under the surface of the sea, it is a horrible, deep-sea beast that is dozens or even hundreds of times larger than normal creatures, and between them, there are some small female figures.

Ordinary people see this scene at first sight. I am afraid that those "witches" are trying to make those behemoths, but the main festival of the storm that has been dealing with the Kraken many times is very clear. Those monsters are not what is being instigated. Monsters, like the female figures mixed in them, are the Krakens.

"They" are the same race, but they have an infinite number of horror incarnations.

The sea spirit horn was blown, and the children of the storm rushed to the battle position. The sound of the main sacrifice ran through the storm and resounded throughout the island:

"The Kraken is coming!!!"