Chapter 567: Attack (8000 supplements)

The cost of supporting a knight is quite expensive.
The big head of this is naturally the cost of baptism, as well as the Knight Plate and Manor!
These three things are juxtaposed because they have almost equal value.
A complete set of knight armor, often a family heirloom of a small family, has inherited several generations or even dozens of generations.
The craftsmen of the Highlands are famous for their craftsmanship. The armor on the high platform shines in the light, the smooth lines, and the precise bite between the various parts. It all means that it is a top grade!
Naturally, its price is also rising, and it was finally received by a black robes at the price of 3,200 Jin Delong.
"The next auction item... is the original blue blood, the conqueror, the king of the Fengying Plain, and the long-sword dragon used by Tale I!"
The auctioneer opened the second red cloth of the treasures and saw a blue-handed sword. The fluorescent flashed under the light. The sword was simple in shape, and the sharp edge and the dark red blood trough were scattered all the time. A ferocious breath.
"The starting price is 2,500 gold Deron!"
Along with the sound of the auctioneer, more intense bidding sounds come and go.
Wu Ming noticed that when looking at the big blue sword, the girl in her arms, Bitrix, obviously trembled.
"If it's really just a weapon, even if it has a historical bonus, it's too much..."
His eyes moved: "Is it... all weapons!?"
With this thought, Wu Ming immediately had a slight look.
The true spirit possesses, although the power is dissipated, but it also gives him a keen sense.
At this time, under the preoccupation, suddenly felt the top of the dragon heart sword, a deep and unpredictable power.
‘Specifically... have a little induction with Beatrice? Blood weapon? Limit the use of descendants? ’
He thought about it indefinitely, and finally looked at the dragon heart sword and was bought by a mysterious figure with a high price of 5,000 Jin Delong.
"If it's really just an antique, the deal is going to die... so... blue blood nobility?"
Wu Ming stared at the back of the mysterious man, and his voice was deep.
Since the other party is here, what kind of hostility will the person who buys the blue blood slave?
Maybe the black market is fine, but once you go out, it is hard to say.
"The last auction item!"
On the stage, the auctioneer smiled and said: "I must have guessed all of you... a tank of holy oil, there are two pints of reserves, absolutely enough for a knight's baptism... and a message is given to you. In the spring contest, the Earl of Blue Mountain deliberately rewarded the champion, not the previous Jin Delong, but the Jazz's album!"
Oh!
Underneath is awe.
Although I have long known that this time the contest is not the same, but I heard that there is a knight album, the atmosphere in the black market is still hot.
"So, in the next year's contest, there will definitely be many free knights, and the lost knights come... This tank of holy oil may be the opportunity for you to open the knight's road, the key to the door of glory!"
The auctioneer announced in an enchanting tone: "A can of holy oil, starting at 5,000 Jin Delong!"
Underneath is an inhalation sound. Obviously, this price is already a few times higher or even several times higher than before.
And, this is just a reserve price!
It can be imagined that relying on the hype of the contest of the contest, the final transaction price must be an astronomical number.
"Wait a minute!"
Just in the silence, a voice suddenly sounded.
"What is the question for this guest?"
The auctioneer smiled and looked at the little girl, the weird guest, showing excellent cultivation.
"Can you guarantee the authenticity of the holy oil? It must be the same as the church and the two great aristocrats? Guaranteed to be a knight!?"
After being watched by a large number of eyes, and even feeling the proximity of several dangerous atmospheres, Wu Ming was unafraid and shouted out his doubts.

Guest is coming for the first time?

The auctioneer is still gentle and courteous: "The auctioneer's holy oil can guarantee that there is no difference between the original and the original... There have never been complaints about quality problems, and... the baptism of the knight has a certain possibility of failure. This is something that the gods can't guarantee!"
Wu Ming certainly knows this, so she took a deep breath and asked the most crucial words: "Can I identify it?"
"It turns out that this guy must be a pharmacist!"
The auctioneer on the stage has not yet opened, and the people underneath look at Wu Ming with the eyes of a wise man, as if he already knows everything: "Another idiot who tries to crack the secret recipe!"
Obviously, this kind of thing has been born and I don’t know how many times.
"no problem!"
The auctioneer obviously has experience as well: "According to the rules, every time we auction the holy oil, we will provide three copies of each sample, about one tenth of an ounce, for the buyer to check!"
He blinked and looked awkward: "Of course... to get a sample, guests need to pay 50 Kindron fees first!"
A knight baptism, the normal standard of holy oil is two pints, according to the world's weights and measures, equal to forty ounces, and the price of the last auction is around 5,000 to 6,000 Jin Delong.
In other words, Wu Ming needs to use fifty Jin Delong to buy only 15 pieces of Jin Delong's goods, which is obviously a loss-making business.
"can!"
Wu Ming immediately took out Jin Delong and bought a tenth of an ounce of holy oil. He did not care about the idiots around him. Of course, he also took the position of his pharmacist.
"I have no problem!"
He got the heart of what he wanted, and he didn’t care about the auction after the episode, and slowly came to the entrance.
He chose to leave. After all, there were only a few Jin Delong left on his body.
Bang!
Seeing the wall-like door, he knocked on the front and the stone wall opened open, showing the smile of the former waiter: "Would the guest leave?"
......
"I can only send you here, I wish you good luck! Sir!"
It was still like that black carriage, the waiter left and left, and finally said, let the carriage slowly start.
The axle is rolling.
Wu Ming is the girl who collects the holy oil and looks at the side of the huddle: "Can you talk?"
"..."
After waiting for a long time, he got silence.
"Okay! I remind you, if you have a bad thing, if you are really scared, just close your eyes..."
"Of course, with your experience, maybe you don't care much, then protect yourself!"
Wu Ming silently closed his eyes, and his right hand has already grasped the steel sword in his waist.
"Sir, come..."
After a lot of fun, the carriage stopped in a remote corner of the Southern District.
"Thank you!"
Wu Ming took a taxi and left. He saw a garbage dump around him. The stinking ditch was flowing beside him. Even when the poor passed, he would try to leave as quickly as possible.
"It's a good grave. How about burying you?"
Wu Ming smiled and put Beatrice aside and looked at the six or seven figures that appeared around him.
‘The black market auction house is unlikely. After all, I didn’t really disturb its auction plan... So, is the fortune of the wealthy? Or is it a blue blood aristocrat who looks at my unhappiness? Or what other inexplicable forces? ’
He pulled out the sword: "Just... what does it matter?"
Hey!
While talking, he has already rushed out like a gust of wind.
boom!
The sound of gold and iron strikes, a black man resists the sword, but he is easily smashed by a huge force, and his chest overflows with blood.
"knight!"
This degree and strength suddenly shocked several other black people, and some of them put their hands behind their back and took out the short bow.
"kill!"
Wu Ming’s action is like a wind. In the moment when the black man is sluggish, the steel sword in his hand seems to have survived. He has his own life, and he has two flashes, and took away the lives of two black people.
Hey!
When he killed the last positive attacking enemy, his ears moved, and immediately turned his head, and he escaped the two smashing arrows without the prophet.
"Hell!"
The two archers immediately turned and ran as if they saw a monster.
Don't run! They are not without killing the knight, but even if they have experienced the baptism of the holy oil, they are only a little more prominent, or the strength is amazing, or the skin is hard, rapid, or quickly recovered.
But this person in front of me seems to be an all-round reinforcement, without the slightest shortcoming.
This fighting power is more horrible than the average knight!
"Want to go?"
Wu Ming laughed loudly, chasing behind a black man in three or two steps, directly grabbing his wrist and returning to his spurred wrist, and sent the blade tip into his heart.
Later, he looked at the last person who fled, took a deep breath and threw the steel sword in his hand.
call out!
A streamer flashed, and the man screamed, and was pierced by silver light and nailed to the ground.
"The body is very clean, there is no proof of identity!"
Wu Ming came to him and turned it over carefully. He immediately shook his head and pulled up the sword.
"Is it okay?"
He looked at Beatrice again.
The little girl didn't have a slight threat at first sight. Wu Ming was too fast to do so, so she actually went to the present for good luck, and even a little skin was not cut.
Of course, seeing Wu Ming’s killing scene like cutting vegetables and vegetables, the girl finally could not maintain the indifferent expression on her face, and there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in her eyes.
"Go!"
Wu Ming leaned over and picked her up and left the scene of the murder.
It will not take long for the mice in the stinking ditch to appear, and to touch everything that can be used on the body, and don't need to worry about it. 8