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After making up my mind to bring Xiao Heitan to the Holy See Mountain, I seemed to have let go of a heavy burden in my heart. Not to mention how refreshed I felt. Of course, it was definitely not because this would satisfy me in the hell world in the future.

The reason why I feel happy because my daughter controls attributes is definitely not a superficial reason. Believe me, look at my sincere eyes.

Grandpa Wixon will have to wait a few days before he comes back, and the senior brother and second senior brother cannot go looking for him, otherwise Raphael's fragile little mind will definitely collapse and he will most likely do something strange and impulsive. I'd better not go there.

Well done to try.

The others, Sa Qili, Tulakov and Shashik plus the three adventure teams they led, have agreed to go to the hell world with me, plus Grandpa Wixon, if he is willing, the number of people can be counted.

It's not satisfactory, but it's so-so.

In this way, what I came to the third world to do was actually completed in just one day. It was terrifying. I didn’t expect that if I took it seriously, my efficiency would be so amazing. I’m afraid Akara will also be willing to lose, right?

But then, just like in the Rogge Camp in the first world, there was nothing to do. Everyone was busy with things on the Holy See Mountain. As the protagonist of the incident, I was not doing my job all day long. The impact was very bad. I had to force it.

Just find something for yourself to do.

At this time, I suddenly remembered, wouldn’t there be a lot to gain in the hell world? It just happened to be dealt with.

So I called Tulakov. When it comes to handling equipment, there are probably few people in the third world who are better than Tulakov. This guy has a wide network of contacts and is enthusiastic. Who needs something? Who has something good to use?

He wanted to change to something else, but he knew it well enough to help with transactions without charging intermediary fees. He also enjoyed it, but where could he find such a good person? If there was such a thing as a good person card in the dark world, Tulakov might

The whole house has been collected.

Hearing that I had obtained the equipment in the hell world and wanted to sell it, Tulakov didn't say a word. He put down the half-filled wine glass in his hand and stopped blowing on the cowhide. One of the greatest joys of barbarians was captured by him.

Throwing it aside, he rushed over happily. Although everyone has their own good points, I can only say that this guy's hobbies are rather weird.

"Quick, quick, take it all out. If you have any good equipment, let me see what the equipment in the hell world looks like." As soon as he entered the door, Tulakov couldn't wait to shout, followed by Shashik.

The two muscular men stepped on the wooden board until it creaked. It seemed that I had to remind them that whoever stepped on it would repair it, so don't let it slip.

"I knew Shashik that you would follow suit." Sa Qili took out the tea, glanced at her, and said as expected.

"We've known each other for so many years and you still say things like this. By the time you've completely taken over the magpie's nest, have you considered yourself the mistress of this place?" Shahik pointed to the apron on his body, looking like a wife and housewife.

Sa Qili, who was dressed up, asked.

"What's wrong? My younger brother originally lived here for me, right?"

"Ahem, of course, it's necessary. Even if I give this place to Aunt Qili, you can do it." I coughed a few times, but seeing that the trio was about to start their daily bickering again, I quickly interrupted.

"Uncle Tulakov, you are serious. What kind of equipment does the hell world look like? Isn't it the same as the equipment that exploded in the third world? It's just that there are more monsters and strong ones there."

As I said that, I poured out all the equipment I had prepared. In the blink of an eye, the originally empty hall was filled with all kinds of equipment.

The three of them were stunned and stepped back to avoid being hit on their feet by the equipment. They pushed them to the edge of the door before stopping.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, newcomer, are you going to the hell world to harvest wheat? How many elite lords have you killed?" Tulakov rubbed his eyes, stepped on the equipment, and looked left and right.

, tut-tutting, full of envy.

"God knows, apart from the few lords and demon kings I told you yesterday, I can't even count the others."

"Don't just envy the newcomer who killed so many powerful demon kings and dropped so many equipment. This requires absolute strength. If it were you, you would be able to get one or two of the worst things among them.

The equipment is pretty good.”

Shashik was relatively calm and cast a look of contempt at his old rival.

"Humph, I can't compare to you, the new guy, but you..." Tulakov's eyes widened, and his pupils seemed to be spitting fire.

"Why, it seems you are not convinced?"

"Are you kidding? You are scared, right? Why did I see your legs trembling?"

"Very good, it seems we can't do it without comparing."

"What kind of comparison?"

"Aren't we going to the hell world? For a period of one month, let's see who drops more equipment and whose equipment is better."

"It's a deal."

"Pfft!! Pfft!!"

They had just made a manly agreement, and the two men were so powerful that they were hunched over in the next moment. The hero was late. Needless to say, they were naturally affected by Sa Qili's aging finger.

"You're going to die in the hell world. I don't care, but don't drag your teammates down with you. Do you understand what I mean?" Sa Qili glared at the two of them with an angry look. Under the power of the camp witch, Tulako

Husband and Shashik nodded like chickens pecking at rice, not daring to take a breath.

Well, Sa Qili taught her a good lesson. Even if she didn’t tell me, I would have stopped the two of them. The hell world is indeed not a place where you can mess around. Even I have to be careful. If they want to compete for equipment, they may risk their lives.

Go up.

"Everyone, please help me classify the equipment."

With that said, I took the lead on the equipment mountain and squatted down to start sorting it into categories. Little Heitan also jumped up to help me. He was so good. It felt like he could happily eat five bowls of rice just by looking at my precious daughter.

After turning over and over, I was suddenly stunned and took out one of the items.

"Aunt Qili."

"What's wrong?" Sa Qili, who was immersed in helping, raised her head and wiped the slight sweat from her forehead.

"Okay, take it. This is the reward I agreed to give you last night. Do you like it?"

Sa Qili stretched out her hand to take it, and when she saw Huang Bu Laji's head in her hand, she was startled and almost wanted to throw it away, but she quickly came to her senses.

"Withered Head?"

"And it's at the dark gold level, the Necromancer's exclusive equipment, the Withered Head!" Tulakov appeared beside her at some point, shouting in a louder and more surprised voice than Sa Qili.

"What?" Hearing Tulakov's voice shouting, Shashik couldn't sit still.

Exclusive dark gold equipment? This is a unique item that is said to have a lower explosion rate than the last four runestones prefixed with three. Its rarity can almost be regarded as an artifact in an era when artifacts are lacking.

"I remember there are three types of dark gold-level withered heads. No matter which one is the best necromancer equipment, Sa Qili, come and see which one it is. Don't be in a daze."

After shaking the stunned Sa Qili, she finally came to her senses and revealed the attributes of the withered head that had been identified.

Gnome.Priest Mark

Defense:213-288

Durability:20/20

Required level: 70

Strength required: 80

+268% defense enhancement

+10 mana gained after each enemy killed

40% increased chance of blocking

30% faster block rate

+2 Necromancer Skills

+75 energy

Mana regeneration 33%

All resistances +80

+2 Curse Skills (Necromancer only)

+5 skill points

Tulakov and Shashik's big mouths opened little by little until they opened as wide as possible. Their surprised expressions were as dramatic as any, making people unable to help but laugh.

"Good...good stuff, why, why isn't it exclusive equipment for barbarians?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? The Paladin's exclusive dark gold equipment is obviously better."

Even in the midst of great shock, Tulakov and Shashik could not forget to quarrel.

"How about it, Aunt Qili, is the reward enough? Can you agree to my request?" Looking at Sa Qili who was still in a daze, I asked impatiently.

"Little... little brother, you are really, what should I say? Although I don't want money to measure me, what you gave me is too... too precious, and I can't accept it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't want it, who else can? I'm definitely reluctant to sell it. Do I want to keep it for myself?"

"No, I can't accept it. Little brother, you should exchange it for something else." Although Sa Qili was very excited about the sacrificial mark in her hand and wanted to put it on immediately and try it on, she also had her principles. No matter how familiar she was,

Nor would he easily accept such a gift that was comparable to a divine weapon.

"I didn't expect Aunt Qili to be more stubborn and conservative than I thought. What should I do?" I was a little embarrassed.

"You're absolutely right. Despite Sa Qili's usual generous appearance, this guy is actually a deadbeat and insanely conservative. According to unreliable information, she may be the oldest girl in the camp... Pfft

oh!"

As always, Tulakov likes to talk nonsense, especially this time, it is so extreme that the old horse is about to give up. After eating the enhanced version of Sa Qili's old finger that went berserk in shame, he was summoned by another one.

The freshly baked skeleton was dragged out, and a moment later there was an explosion outside. I silently made a sign of the cross to Tulakov on my chest, may you rest in peace, Amen.
Chapter completed!