Chapter 2259: sell swords

The whirring wind blows down, the sky is hazy, and everyone on the Volkov Great Plain has a sad face.
"It's over, it's over, this year's food may be out of harvest."
The farmers on the ground are at the bottom of the valley. The grain that is harvested twice a year is already yellow in the first season, and the second season will definitely not be able to grow. A catastrophe and several meteorites affected the people on the entire plain.
Some people are worried, some people are happy, it's not that those who made a fortune are hoarding, but Gordon and his cousin Mafia are in a good mood.
"Finally free, you can enjoy all this with peace of mind, and no one is coercing." Gordon lay on the sofa in the bar, sipping a sweet fruit wine into his throat, cool and comfortable.
Mafia drank wheat beer. The wheat on the Volkov Plain was delicious, but the price of alcohol was rising recently.
"You don't seem so happy." Gordon touched his bald head and put the bottle on the table: "Isn't it bad to get rid of those guys? They always order us to do this and that, and now we don't have to do it for them. work."
Mafia said: "I'll think about what to do after that. I used to be a gang leader, but now..."
Gordon spread his hands: "What else to do? Enjoy life. Now that we have reached the age where we can't work anymore, do we still have to toss?"
"I have this idea, go back to the old business." Mafia thought for a while and said, "I am familiar with the western border area of ​​Saint Vikya. The gate of the prisoner is over. I can go there to regroup..."
"Forget it, my brother, don't bother, I'm lucky enough to survive this experience. Or is it because of lack of money? I saved some money as a hunter anyway, enough for the rest of my life."
"It's really a bit lacking."
"No way, you've been the boss for so many years and haven't saved any money?"
Mafia said: "The money I made at that time was minted by that guy. The rest have not been saved, they are all left in Mount Ilseus, and may have been found and taken away by the prisoners."
"Oh my god, you're so confused."
Mafia raised her beer mug and took a swig.
Gordon thought for a while, and said, "Tiger is dead. For the sake of you being my cousin and going through such a dangerous situation, I still have an unearned income that I can share with you. You get it. You can rest assured in the future.

"Oh?" Mafia looked at him intently.
Gordon said: "Do you know why I asked you to come here? There is an old client of mine here, a collector, and I have a treasure in my hand that just happens to be sold 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, the thing must be real. It's just that the guy is a person who likes to play black and black, I'll go alone... It's hard to say whether he is or not. He will do something, and he will be apprehensive when the two of them go together."
"Will he buy it?"
"Definitely, I know him very well and know him well."
Mafia couldn't wait: "Then what are you waiting for, go now."
"Don't worry, have a few more drinks, it's best to go in half an hour."
After a while, Mafia asked again: "Hey, why don't you sell your things to the manor of Apple Island? He is the richest man and must be willing to pay an unimaginably high price." Mafia said.
Gordon waved his hand: "Putist's status is too high, too famous, and all the top celebrities he has made friends with. He must know that he is coming from this thing, and I am not familiar with him, who knows what he will do. Decided? What if we are detained, something is taken away, or even disadvantageous to us?"
Mafia nodded: "It's very possible."
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Gordon and Mafia came to the collector's house. Unfortunately, the collector was receiving other guests. Gordon didn't 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 Maffia, who were impatiently waiting, finally waited for the owner of the house to see them.
"I haven't seen Gordon's bald head for a long time, what kind of rare monster are you giving 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 well-mannered person would play black and black? But after thinking about it, people can't look at their appearance. He has seen weak and perverted guys under his hands.
Gordon got up and said, "Mr. Book, it's really hard to see you. It's past four o'clock, and we're all hungry."
"I can't keep you for dinner today, I have a beautiful lady to accompany me tonight." Mr. Shu, who seemed to be modest, didn't apologize for making them wait for a long time.
Gordon chuckled and said, "It took me so long to see a beautiful woman. I don't need dinner. This time I'm not here to deliver the beasts, but a treasure..." Before he finished speaking, he moved his hand and opened the space in his palm. The ripples spread out, and a thick cloth wrapped sword floated on the palm.
When Mr. 'Book', who likes to collect treasures, heard that there was a treasure, he immediately came to the spirit, stretched out his hand and sucked it with magic power, and then he would absorb the sword.
Gordon raised his hand to stop him in time: "Mr. 'Book', this treasure cannot be touched randomly, 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 me and see." Mr. Book was more interested.
Gordon pointed the ice magic on the sword, and the thick cloth wrapped torn to pieces, revealing the true face of the sword.
"Extreme!" Mr. Shu recognized at a glance: "How could you have this thing? Is it fake?"
"You can try it, but be careful."
Mr. Shu stretched out his hand, but did not touch the body of the sword. After two seconds, he retracted his hand and said, "Don't try, I believe it is true. I don't ask how you got it, but it's a big bald head. It's amazing how good you are. Ke You have the treasure of the Ristine family."
Gordon smiled proudly and said, "I can only rest assured if I sell it to you. Isn't that what your hobby is? Well, I don't want much..."
"Hey, there's no need to discuss the price." Mr. Book glanced at Maffea and asked, "Why didn't you see the bearded Tagore?"
"Something happened, he..." Gordon changed his words: "He was injured and resting in the hospital. This is my cousin, Mafia."
Mafia wanted to say hello and made a few chats, but Mr. Shu ignored him and said with a hand: "You know my habit of collecting things, but I can't reveal the news."
"Understood, no one will trouble Mr. Book, we are absolutely tight-lipped."
Mr. Shu nodded his head, turned his back and said, "I want something, how much will I pay to the housekeeper. I won't chat with you, the beauty can't wait for a long time." When he walked to the hall door, he said to himself After a sentence: "Well, you can take it to her to take a look." He sucked back, and a thick ice cloud wrapped the extreme sword and took it away.
"What a stinky guy." Mafia was a little unhappy.
Gordon said: "He's that kind of guy, as long as his money doesn't stink... It doesn't matter if it stinks, it can be spent."
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