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"Ah?" Throw it away? "Why?" Ron didn't understand.

Hou Meilin smiled as he pointed at his finger, "The soul ring in your hand has the ability to store spatial rings, moreover, you even have so many things, why do you still have these useless spatial bags?"

"Ah?" It can actually hold things? " Ron looked at his hand in surprise.

"Of course, it still has a lot of uses. However, your current strength is too low, so you can't fully utilize some of your abilities …" Hou Meilin proudly said, "If your strength has reached a certain level, you'll naturally know how powerful it is!"

"Oh," Ron nodded, he thought for a while and said, "But Grandpa Homerin, these space bags can't be thrown away, they can sell …"

… ….

The city was surrounded by an ancient city more than ten meters tall. The city gates, which spanned twenty meters, were open to receive guests from all directions. At the city gates stood several Holy Empire guards.

The city of San Chiallo was small, compared to other large cities, but in fact, the trade there was extremely developed.

There were too many people here. Ron, who had lived in Maple Leaf since he was young, had never seen so many people.

At the city gate, Ron found his wanted portrait and tactfully covered his face.

"Where should I go?" Looking at the passing pedestrians, Ron was reluctant to hesitate. He had a bunch of weapons and equipment in his hands, but he didn't know how to use them. It was like having a fortune that he didn't know how to spend.

It was not hard to find the Chamber of Commerce, but how could the things in his hands be openly traded?

However, there was no need for Ron to worry about these things, because there was a group of people in San Diego City who were just there to solve the problem for the passing customers.

They had an official name, the Guide, but in the mercenary world they were called the Road Man.

In every city, there were people like this. They served as guides for the mercenaries and merchants that came from afar. They also contacted people to trade with them and collected tips or commissions.

They were the head of the city, and there was nothing they didn't know. From trading at the Chamber of Commerce to having meals and lodging, even if you wanted to find a woman, as long as you could afford it, they would take you to the most famous place in the city. As long as you could find them, it was like finding a living map of the city.

They are the way.

Ron, who was hanging his head in the city of San Chiallo, happened to be being watched by a "street" man, a battered little felt hat, and a thick cotton jacket with holes in it, shaving his face clean and looking as respectable as possible, with small, shrewd eyes.

To be a "roadside" requires insight, and the first rule of the "roadside" rule is, "Never judge a person by his appearance."

Other than the wealthy merchants, there were also a few dirty mercenaries. They might have just come back from hunting strange beasts, and even though they didn't look fully clothed, they might have had priceless magical beast cores and furs in their space bags. There were also various materials.

Businessmen might be stingy, but mercenaries who had just come back from hunting tended to be generous.

The scoundrel quickly walked in front of Ron and gave him a deep bow. "Lord Brave Mercenary, do you need a 'way' to serve you?" Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pipes.

Confronted by this man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, Ron's face was filled with vigilance. He tightened his grip on his bag and asked, "The way?"

At that moment, Ron was flanked by a ring of people, all of whom were Pipes's colleagues, who were also "roaders." Clearly, they had spotted Ron as a potential customer as well.

He wore armor, a leather robe, and a mage's cloak. In his hand was a large package, and he had not bathed for an unknown amount of time. His body emitted a sour stench, and his appearance was as miserable as it could be.

However, it was different in the eyes of those 'passers-by'. That big bag might have been filled with spatial bags, and those tattered clothes might have been the result of a fierce battle with the beast, and those clothes might have been the result of a fight with other mercenaries. How could they have such conditions in the wild without taking a bath?

"Master Mercenary, I am the best person in this city, I can provide you with all the services!" One of the "roaders" took off his hat and said politely.

"Master Mercenary, are you selling beast materials?" "I'll take you there. You can just casually give me a tip. The price is guaranteed to be reasonable …" The other was clearly going to be a price war.

… ….

The "roaders" introduced themselves one by one. They looked like a group of prostitutes who had seen a straightforward customer.

It took Ron a long time to understand that these guys called "Pathways" were just a bunch of guides. They could take you anywhere and save you the trouble of finding your way. Of course, they would definitely give you a tip.

The Pathfinders stared wistfully at Ron, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"I do want to sell some things …" Ron hesitated, then pointed at Pipes.

"Oh —" Other than Pipes, all the others had a look of disappointment in their eyes. They saluted and left.

"Thank you, Lord Mercenary. It's my honor to serve you …" He took off his hat and saluted. "You can take care of the tip, my lord. I don't want much."

Ron nodded. He'd taken a good deal of gold from the Holy See's guards, which added up to a thousand.

A thousand gold coins. Ron hadn't even dared to imagine that he would ever have such a large fortune, a fortune that would allow ordinary people to live a comfortable life for decades.

"Esteemed mercenary, where are you going?" Pipes straightened his clothes, looked more formal, and began his work.

Ron pondered for a moment. The items he wanted to sell were the equipment and weapons of the Holy Empire's soldiers, as well as a few other random items. These items were not to be seen in Holy Empire.

If someone reported this to the police, Ron wouldn't be able to get out of San Diego.

Looking at Ron's hesitant expression, Pipes suddenly thought of something. He pulled Ron to a corner where no one could be seen, and said in a low voice, "Mercenary, is there anything that's not convenient for you to do?"

Ron nodded.

"So that's how it is..." "My lord, you have found the right person. In all of San Chiallo, I am the only one who has the means to help you with this problem …"

Mr Pipes is bragging that he is not the only "way" to provide the same service, in order to highlight his service advantages.

"Black shop!" They can accept anything, even if you killed someone and robbed something yesterday. But the price will be a little lower, so Sir, you need to be mentally prepared, of course, if you go to the official Chamber of Commerce to trade, there will be no problem, I can take you there, but I'm not involved in the trouble! " Pipes said softly.

They were only guides, so they naturally wouldn't dare to cause trouble.

Ron thought for a while, "The things I sell will indeed cause some unnecessary trouble. Hmm, then let's go to the place you mentioned!"

"Lead the way!"

"Very well, my lord. Please follow me. The owner is very familiar with me, and I believe he'll give you a good price …"

… ….

Ron followed Pipes all the way down the main street into the alley, and after a series of twists and turns that knocked Ron out of his wits, he came to a house where ordinary people lived.

"Sir, we're here!" Pipes stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door opened and a fat woman came out, and when she saw Pipes she cried, "Well, Pipes, I can't find you these days, and you still have the nerve to come? When are you going to pay me for my whoring? "

Seeing the fat woman, Pipes looked a little embarrassed. "Don't shout, I brought a mercenary with me, is Scarfe here? "We have a big business to discuss..."

Only then did the fat woman notice Ron, who was following behind her. She immediately changed her face and smiled, "Oh, so it's a lord mercenary. Please come in …"

Rönn's face was covered so it was impossible to tell his age, but the fat woman could only call him "Lord Mercenary".

The humble house was what Pipes called a "black shop." The owner, Scarfe, was a miser who, in addition to his own small business, had also turned his daughter into a means of making money, though it was clear that her business wasn't very good.

The "black shop" was not dark at all. On the contrary, it was bright and looked no different from a normal house. At this moment, he heard the fat woman ask softly, "Pipes, is the mercenary you brought okay? He wouldn't bring a fool in like last time, he didn't even know the rules."

"It can't be, I think he's pretty good at it!" "It's not like you don't know the rules."

Last time, he was quite humiliated and brought in an unknown mercenary. That guy immediately became anxious when he heard Scarfe's offer and threatened to tear down his black shop. In the end, Scarfe found someone to settle the matter.

For the same kind of goods, the price given by the black shop would definitely be a little low, and all the industry insiders would know that.

Entering an ordinary house, an equally fat old man stood up, gave Ron a slight nod, and went straight to the point. "Very well, take a seat …"

He glanced at Ron with a smile on his face. "If you have anything, just take it out. As long as it's valuable, we dare to accept anything …" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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