Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 471 Some Lovers Will Tell It

The shop owner was shocked again. He had sold those broken pieces of junk to Xingluo at the price of low-level magic equipment. He didn't expect that the other party would sell them to him as mage-level magic equipment. He wanted to lower the price by relying on the fact that he was a local, but then he thought that the other party was someone who could repair mage-level magic equipment, and he was no match for him. Even if he relied on the large number of people in their town, he probably wouldn't get any benefit in the end. So he suppressed his greed and said, "Yes, two mage-level magic equipment. I will buy them at the market price. Is this a cursed item?"

Xingluo nodded and said, "I am a dark scholar and would like to live in this small town for a while. If you have any magical equipment that needs repairing or want to make cursed items, you can bring the materials and magic cores to me. Of course, we can also barter."

The shop owner heaved a sigh of relief. He heard that the other party wanted to stay for a while. There were still many damaged magic equipment in his shop. He could ask Xingluo to repair them and make a small profit.

"Okay, I can help you spread the word, and they will come to the hotel where you are staying to find you." The shop owner said casually.

Camilla's tentacles froze, but Xingluo didn't think it was a big deal. The town was not big, and the two strangers coming here were very conspicuous, so it was normal to know their movements.

Xingluo sold the three items to the boss at market price, bought some alchemical materials he often used and walked out of the shop. Next, he only needed to meditate in the hotel room. No one might come in a short time, but there would always be people who would try, and then it would be a busy period. As long as he could fix it, during the repair process, he would get a steady stream of information just by asking casually. Moreover, the reward for repairs did not necessarily have to be magic cores, a piece of useful information would also be fine. Xingluo knew the value of information very well, which was sometimes priceless.

Sure enough, after a few days, the hotel where Xingluo stayed became busy. The owner thought at first that it was a business trip, but when he saw that they were all people from the small town, he left the door disappointed. There were rarely outsiders in the small town, and his hotel was almost closed before. If Xingluo hadn't been generous, he might have closed it.

However, repairing magic equipment is not a matter of one day or one night. Some people who were worried actually lived next door to Xingluo. Seeing this, the innkeeper immediately regarded Xingluo as his god of wealth. Those who could bring him wealth were good people and his own people. From then on, the owner no longer paid attention to Xingluo's strange requests, and even took the initiative to ask Xingluo if he needed help.

After Xingluo repaired the magic equipment of a resident in the town, some residents who had been on the sidelines came one after another. These guys had some assets, so the magic equipment they took out was naturally of high quality. However, no matter how good the damaged magic equipment was, it was meaningless.

Xingluo began to repair the magic equipment piece by piece. These residents were curious and did not rush to leave, so the inn was crowded with visitors from morning to night. It was a rare lively time. The inn naturally had drinks, so these people would buy some butterbeer to quench their thirst when they were thirsty.

On the edge of the town, this originally quaint inn became lively with the arrival of Xingluo. The creaking sound of the wooden door never stopped, and the innkeeper's mouth was raised. He was in a rare good mood. The residents of the town filed in, with expectant smiles on their faces, and their eyes looked at Xingluo's room from time to time. The interior of the inn is decorated with pine siding, paintings by local artists are hung on the walls, and there is a fireplace burning with warm flames in the corner. The whole space is filled with the warmth of home. Behind the bar, the owner is busy pouring cups of butter beer. This beer is a specialty of the town. It has a strong milky aroma and a light malt flavor. A layer of golden foam floats on the surface, which looks very tempting. The owner skillfully poured the beer into heavy glasses and handed them to the waiting customers. The customers sat around the wooden round table, some alone and some in groups of three or five. They talked about Xingluo, the dark scholar, but occasionally exchanged the latest news about the town. At this time, Xingluo's mental power would cover them. Although he didn't want to eavesdrop, his mental power was too strong, and any sound around him would squeeze into his mind. He didn't deliberately block it, so he could hear it clearly. Whenever someone raised a glass, laughter and drunken words would echo in the air.

An old fisherman sat in a corner, his face was covered with traces of years, but his eyes were shining with youth. He took a sip of butter beer, and then began to tell the adventure stories of his youth. The audience around him listened with great interest, exclaiming and applauding from time to time. In such an atmosphere, he would even tell how many lovers he had, and of course some other secrets would be blurted out. Everyone likes to brag about themselves, especially after drinking. With the encouragement of men and women around, they will tell the secrets hidden in their hearts.

At another table, several young people were discussing the upcoming festival. They planned how to decorate the town, how to organize games and competitions, and their enthusiasm and energy infected the people around them. Next to the fireplace, an old couple sat in a rocking chair hand in hand, drinking butter beer slowly, enjoying each other's company and the warm atmosphere of the inn. Their eyes revealed deep love and satisfaction with life. The atmosphere in the inn was warm and lively, and the aroma of butter beer and the laughter of the residents intertwined to form a vivid picture of small town life. In this small inn, everyone can find their own corner and enjoy the simple and real joy of life. Even Xingluo did not expect that his actions would bring such changes to the town.

After the inn where Xingluo stayed became lively, even though Xingluo was an outsider, after he kept helping them repair their dark alchemy equipment, they were more or less grateful to Xingluo. Even though they were particularly xenophobic about such things, they could not control this subtle psychological change. Xingluo had already obtained a lot of information from their drunken chats, and some of them even had nothing to show for it, so they had to give some rather secret information as payment.

Xingluo finally began to hear news about this town serving the devil. These people didn't really regard Xingluo and his friends as their own, but when it came to interests, not to mention news, even relatives could sometimes be betrayed. This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, whether it was the four empires or the abyss.