Space props are undoubtedly equipment props that every professional desires.
The materials that can be used to make space props are too scarce, which means that only a few people on the Holy Dragon Continent can own space props.
The cheapest space props in the Black Gold Gang are far beyond what Mark can dream of now.
After visiting the last space props booth, Mark had toured the entire Black Gold Gang’s base.
After saying goodbye to Vicky, Mark and Monica did not stay in the Black Gold Gang's market for long, and left directly through the teleportation array in Osborne Town.
After passing through the teleportation array, the location they arrived at was not the underground passage of the courtyard where they came from.
Instead, it randomly appeared on the city wall of Osborne Town.
"This Black Gold Gang is definitely different from what we saw." Monica jumped down from the city wall holding Xiao Mu and followed Mark towards the brightly lit Grizzly Bear Tavern.
"Well, except for necessary transactions, we should try not to have any contact with them in the future."
After seeing the Black Gold Gang's products, it was impossible for Mark not to be tempted. Putting aside other things, he really wanted to get the space ring worth 200,000 gold coins.
But after a tour of the Black Gold Gang's headquarters, he was actually not sure how much influence Aunt Irene's face could have in the Black Gold Gang.
Judging from the Black Gold Gang's unique potions, equipment, and space props in the Black Gold Gang's market, it is no exaggeration to say that the Black Gold Gang's wealth is comparable to that of a big city in the Lily Kingdom.
But even for such a powerful gang, they only have a few members.
There were only two second-level members investigating him in Osborne Town, and there was only one strong man of unknown level stationed in the gang headquarters.
No matter how you look at it, it seems unreasonable.
Coupled with the unwashed bloodstains and scars on the equipment and props for sale, Mark couldn't help but have some bad guesses.
Perhaps, is there a possibility that the current Black Gold Gang is actually, as the name suggests, a place to make dirty money!?
"I'll follow your instructions. I won't go in if I can avoid it." Monica wrinkled her nose and said uncertainly, "Even though Vicky said that the thirty-six towns in the Warcraft Mountains can reach their base, it seems like she's been hinting that our market is near the thirty-six towns. But I don't think there should be such a large underground space hidden nearby."
"Let's not worry about these things for now. It's still unknown when I can collect 200,000 gold coins. Eating is important." Mark waved his sleeves and walked into the Grizzli Bear Tavern.
It was different from the deserted scene when I first arrived at the Grizzlies Tavern in the morning.
When Mark pushed open the oak door of the Grizzly Bear Tavern, the boiling sound wrapped in the aroma of barbecue rushed towards him.
The copper lamps hanging from the beams and the magic lamps inserted in the pillars of the tavern illuminated the tavern hall.
In front of the open terrace on the side of the hall, there is a red grill on one side, where roasted mountain goats with the characteristics of grizzly bears are served. The browned fat drips down the iron skewer into the fire pit below, splashing sparks.
Dozens of wooden tables that had been worn to a patina were already filled with adventurers.
The foam of ale in front of the adventurers wearing leather or mail armor piled up like a snowy field on the edge of the wooden cup.
The adventurers, some returning with full loads and some with empty hands, had now put aside the tense atmosphere in the Warcraft Mountains and were happily drinking beer in big gulps.
At this moment, the doors and windows of the small compartment of the Adventurer's Guild were closed, and the slightly plump owner was no longer operating the bar in the tavern.
"Two grilled blue sheep ribs, served with honey rye bread."
Monica tiptoed over the crowd and shouted to a brown-haired girl who was wiping wine glasses behind the bar.
But her voice was too soft, and was instantly drowned out by the exaggerated narration of a ranger with two long swords hanging from his waist:
"The frost wolf's fangs were only three inches away from my throat! I slid forward and thrust my dagger into its heart..."
Mark looked back in surprise and felt that the young ranger seemed a little familiar.
Without waiting for Monica to shout her order to the girl at the bar again, Mark protected Monica through the crowd and looked for a seat in the tavern hall.
He saw waiters in gray linen clothes wandering around the tavern, so he didn't need to order at the bar.
Squeezing through the noisy crowd, Xiao Mu stretched out a pink translucent tentacle from Monica's robe and curiously touched the wolf tail pendant dangling on the handle of a dwarf's axe along the way.
When they finally found a corner near the corner of the tavern stairs, the dining table here was made from a bronze shield nailed to a wooden wall. The knife marks on the raised back of the shield were still embedded with dark red blood stains that had not been cleaned up.
"Waiter, two grilled mountain goat ribs with honey rye bread!"
The sound of Mark taking his order was just like the sound of calling the waiters in the food stalls in his previous life. If you spoke softly, the waiters might hear it but pretend not to hear it.
Mark's voice instantly drowned out the noisy discussions of other adventurers in the tavern, and almost everyone turned around at the same time to look at the two people in the corner.
Some people's eyes lit up when they saw Monica's look, while others shook their heads and continued to drink and brag with their companions.
"Hey, another newcomer! This girl is pretty! Captain, do you want to invite them in?" The person's eyes lit up and the topic changed accordingly.
"Don't be stupid, you know this girl is hot? What kind of rubbish do you have to have the guts to dream about someone like this?"
None of the people who can become old hands in the Warcraft Mountains are stupid. Maybe the situation where the small heads control the big heads may appear for a while, but those who don’t have the strength can only talk big.
Because if a woman who dares to be an adventurer doesn't have some skills, she won't be able to dress as...charmingly as Monica!
Well, Mark had never seen Monica dress up, but she really had a good foundation. As long as she wasn't sloppy, she looked good no matter how she looked at herself.
In addition, Mark and Monica were both in disguise at the moment, so those with lustful intentions could only see two horizontal bars covered by fog when they took a quick look, and they did not dare to approach them rashly.
After all, these old hands were afraid of getting into trouble because they couldn't figure out Mark and Monica's strength and personality.
Ignoring the little-headed adventurers who wanted to use words to cause Monica's dissatisfaction, Mark focused on other more meaningful information before the meal.
"...Captain, can you please stop accepting gathering missions on the North Slope? I'm the only ranged mage in our adventure group... I can't take care of everything!"
A man in a wizard's robe at the next table just glanced at Mark and the others, then gulped down half a glass of beer and continued talking about the topic they had been discussing before.
"Look at what you're saying! If we didn't have a noble mage like you in our group, we wouldn't be doing the North Slope gathering quest! Those purple-spotted mushrooms are the egg beds of poison dart frogs! With a ranged mage cleaning the ground, our group should profit from the gold coins!"
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