The dark wind blew down, the sky became hazy, and everyone on the Volkov Plain looked sad.
"It's over, it's over, this year's food harvest may be gone."
The farmers on the ground are worried at the bottom of the valley. The grain they harvest twice a year has turned yellow in the first season, and they will definitely not be able to grow it in the second season. A natural disaster and several meteorites have affected the people on the entire plain.
Some people are sad, and some are happy. It's not that those who got rich by disaster are hoarding, but Gordon and his cousin Mafia are in a good mood.
"I'm finally free. I can enjoy all this with peace of mind. No one is coercing me." Gordon lay on the sofa in the bar and took a sip of sweet fruit wine into his throat. It was cool and comfortable.
Mafia drank wheat beer. The wheat on the Volkov Plain was very fragrant, but the price of wine has been rising recently.
"You seem a little unhappy." Gordon touched his bald head and put the bottle on the table: "Wouldn't it be better to get rid of those guys? They always order us to do this and that. Now we don't have to do it for them.
Got to work."
Mafia said: "I'll think about what to do in the future. I used to be a gang leader, but now..."
Gordon spread his hands: "What else should we do? Enjoy life. Now that we have reached the age where we can hardly do anything, do we still have to bother?"
"I have this idea to return to my old business." Mafia thought for a while and said: "I am familiar with the area on the western border of Saint Vicoia. After the Prisoner's Gate is over, I can go there to regroup..."
"Forget it, my brother, don't bother. I'm lucky to have survived this experience. Or is it because I'm short of money? Anyway, I saved some money as a hunter, which will be enough for the rest of my life."
“It’s really a bit lacking.”
"No way, you have been the boss for so many years, haven't you saved any money?"
Mafia said: "All the money I made at that time was minted by that guy. The rest has not been saved and is left on Mount Ilsius. It may have been discovered and taken away by the criminals."
"Oh my God, you're so confused."
Mafia raised her beer glass and took a swig.
Gordon thought for a while and said: "Tagore is dead. Considering that you are my cousin and have experienced such a dangerous situation, I still have an unearned income that I can share with you. You get it
Let’s take care of ourselves in peace from now on.”
"Oh?" Mafia looked at him willing to hear the details.
Gordon said: "Do you know why I asked you to come here? I have an old customer here who is a collector. I have a treasure in my hand that I can sell to him."
Mafia's eyes lit up: "What treasure?"
Gordon leaned forward and whispered a few words.
"pole……"
Gordon made a silent gesture and said: "Don't ask where it came from, it must be real. It's just that that guy is a person who likes to play tricks and eat black things. I'll go alone... It's really hard to say who he is.
Unless he knows how to do something, he will be wary of two people going together."
"Will he buy it?"
"Definitely. I'm very familiar with him and understand him."
Mafia couldn't wait: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go now."
"Don't worry, it's best to have a few more drinks and go there in half an hour."
After a while, Mafia asked again: "Hey, why don't you sell things to the owner of the manor on Apple Island? He is the richest man, and he will definitely be willing to pay an unimaginably high price." Mafia said.
Gordon waved his hand: "Putiste's status is too high, he is too famous, and his friends are all top celebrities. If he takes this thing, he must know that it comes from something wrong, and I am not familiar with him. Who knows what he will do
Decided? What if we are detained, our things are taken away, and it is even used against us? "
Mafia nodded: "It's quite possible."
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Gordon and Mafia arrived at the collector's house. Unfortunately, the collector was receiving other guests. Gordon did not want to come back another day, so the servant had to arrange for them to wait in the living room.
After more than an hour, Gordon and Mafia, who were almost impatient, finally waited until the owner of the house came to see them.
"I haven't seen Gordon Bald for a long time. What kind of rare magical beast have you given me this time?" A handsome man wearing a light gray-brown robe walked briskly into the hall.
Mafia glanced at her cousin Gordon, thinking that such a gentle and gentle person would play tricks on others? But then she thought about it, people should not be judged by their appearance, and there were guys under him who looked weak but were actually perverts.
Gordon stood up and said, "Mr. Shu, it's really hard to see you. It's past four o'clock, and we're all hungry from the wait."
"I can't keep you for dinner today. I have a beautiful woman to accompany you tonight." Mr. Shu, who seemed to be modest, did not apologize at all for keeping them waiting.
Gordon chuckled and said: "It turns out I'm meeting a beautiful woman. No wonder it took me so long to come. No need for dinner. This time I'm not here to give away the monsters, but I have a treasure..." Before he could finish his words, he moved his hand and placed it on his palm.
The ripples in space spread out, and a sword wrapped in thick cloth floated on the palm.
Mr. Book, who loves collecting, immediately became energetic when he heard that there was a treasure. He reached out and used magic power to absorb the sword.
Gordon raised his hand to stop him in time: "Mr. Book, please don't touch this treasure casually, otherwise the power of the treasure will be swallowed into your body, and your life may be in danger."
"Oh, what is so powerful? Open it and take a look." Mr. "Book" became more interested.
Gordon pointed a finger and the ice magic bloomed on the sword, and the thick cloth wrapped in it broke into pieces, revealing the true appearance of the sword.
"Extreme!" Mr. Shu recognized it at a glance: "How could you have this thing? Is it a fake?"
"You can give it a try, but be careful."
Mr. Shu reached out his hand and approached, but did not touch the sword. After two seconds, he withdrew his hand and said: "No need to try, I believe it is true. I don't ask how you got it, but you are so bald, you are so amazing, Ke
You have obtained the most precious treasure of the Ristin family."
Gordon smiled proudly and said: "I can only rest assured if I sell it to you. Isn't this exactly your hobby? Well, I don't want much..."
"Hey, there's no need to negotiate the price." Mr. Shu glanced at Mafia and asked, "Why don't you see the bearded Tagore?"
"There was some accident. He..." Gordon changed his words and said, "He was injured and is resting in the hospital. This is my cousin, Mafia."
Mafia wanted to say hello and say a few words, but Mr. Shu ignored him and said with one hand behind his back: "You also know my habit of collecting things, but you can't let the news out."
"Understood, no one will cause trouble for Mr. Shu, and we will definitely keep it secret."
Mr. Shu nodded, turned his back and said: "I want the things, please tell the housekeeper how much they cost. I won't chat with you anymore, the beauty can't wait too long." When he walked to the hall door, he said to himself
He said: "Well, you can take it over and show it to her." He drew back his hand and took away the sword wrapped in a thick mass of ice.
"What a stinky guy." Mafia was a little unhappy.
Gordon said: "That's the kind of person he is. As long as his money doesn't stink...it doesn't matter if it stinks. No matter how stinky the money is, you can still spend it."