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Brian walked out of the college logistics office with a determined look, clutching the two god cards he had just exchanged.
"With these two god cards, the short-term development of the Goblin tribe is no longer a problem."
"But if I want them to accelerate their development, I still need to prepare some things."
Goblin There are only about 23 of them, big and small. After using the divine skill, they cannot advance, and their potential has been exhausted. And at the moment of spiritual return, he glanced at the forest where the Goblin came from. The aura inside was numerous and very powerful. In order to survive, they must enhance the abilities of the next generation.
Therefore, he needs to prepare something for the next generation of Goblins.
He already has a plan in mind for the next step, which is to go to the market in the pauper's den, hoping to find some useful things for the Goblin clan there.
Although everyone in this world has the opportunity to become a deity, the materials needed to become a god are not something that everyone can prepare. Some people spend their whole lives hoping to become a god, while others are born ready with the world and their family to support their development.
pauper Kuna is a densely populated and impoverished place. It is filled with people who cannot become deities and struggle in their daily lives.
The market here also appears somewhat disorderly. Brian hurried along and soon arrived at the familiar market.
In front of him, the market was packed with stalls, one after another, filled with all sorts of items. From seemingly inconspicuous stones on the roadside to groups of slaves bound by chains and wearing numb expressions, it could be said that everything was available.
The garbage items come from pauper, some of them risk their lives to leave the protection of the city and venture outside into the chaos, searching for items that could be sold for a high price, to help them take a step closer to becoming a god; or to make their lives more comfortable.
Those slaves come from minor deities, if they fail to develop their own family well and see no hope for advancement, they lose their drive and sell their family to live a wealthy life.
The things here are generally not of high quality. After all, high-end items will only be in the hands of the advanced deities, so how could they be sold in this simple and noisy place.
Brian shuttles through the crowded people, his eyes constantly scanning the various stalls. He only has 3 silver coins left in his chest, which is his savings for more than ten years. Once he uses them up, he will have nothing left and will have to rely on the college for his livelihood.
Therefore, one must absolutely save a copper coin.
Brian strolled leisurely from the market entrance towards the end, his gaze sharp like a hawk, not missing any corner, carefully surveying the various items in the market.
When he walked to a somewhat deserted and dimly lit stall, his gaze was instantly captivated by the plants displayed by an old man. At first glance, those plants seemed ordinary, just the usual Red Maple Tree sapling, still covered in mud, clearly dug up from outside the city in the morning.
But the entwined vines on them exuded a different kind of vitality, and Brian was suddenly struck by a thought.
"This is, this is Green Seed Vine!"
Green Seed Vine, in a rich environment, can absorb the wood attribute energy from the air, lending out green seeds, which can enhance the body's wood attribute talent and can also be used as medicine.
When the surrounding environment has relatively low energy, they will absorb the energy of the surrounding plants, and even absorb the energy of animal carcasses when there are no plants around. However, the fruits they produce are not anything good.
This is indeed a rare plant.
It seems that the old man in front doesn't understand, deliberately leaving behind Vine, wanting to express that his Red Maple Tree is fresher.
So, Brian stopped, squatted down, picked up a sapling, and said, "Old man, how much is this sapling for sale?"
The old man squinted his eyes, which revealed a shrewdness. He had long seen the guy in front of him wandering back and forth in the market, and eventually couldn't help but come to his own stall.
"Young man, you want to pretend not to care like others, and then bargain, but unfortunately, you've been seen through by my countless discerning eyes!"
The old man, thinking he had the winning ticket, cleared his throat and responded leisurely, "Young man, you don't understand. This sapling is a rare item, 15 copper coins for one, not expensive at all."
Regardless, he first raised the selling price. Even if someone bargained it down, it would only be the originally set price, no loss at all.
"If there really were a fool, they would buy it at this price and make even more profit. This is the experience of several decades of life. Kid, you're still too green."
Brian furrowed his brow, gently set down the sapling, and shook his head, saying, "Your price is way off. This is just a common Red Maple Tree, nothing rare. Even if I wanted it, I'd have to wait 10 years. I'd say 7 copper coins for one is more reasonable."
Life has also taught Brian a lesson, which is to directly cut the price in half!
Upon hearing this, the old man quickly waved his hand and said, "7 copper coins? Then I'll be at a loss. At least 12 copper coins for one."
Brian pretended to hesitate, stood up, and made as if to leave: "Too expensive, too expensive. I'll go check out another place."
Seeing this, the old man hurriedly said, "Hey hey hey, young man, don't leave. Let's discuss it again. 10 copper coins each, can't go any lower."
Brian squatted down again and said, "Alright, I'll buy 11 of them."
After a fierce tug-of-war, Brian finally bought 10 saplings at a price of 10 copper coins per sapling.
After Brian left, the old man took out 10 saplings from behind.
"Young man, do you think you've gained? In fact, I haven't lost at all!"
However, Brian had no idea about this and continued to search in the noisy and bustling market.
In a nondescript, dusty corner, he found a dejected minor deity selling a damaged totem pole.
totem pole, it is a magical object that can embody faith. With it, the clan can devoutly worship.
You see, the 100 points of faith generated by ordinary worship, after being transmitted through time and space, often only have 50 points left when they reach Brian, or even less. However, if there is a totem pole, Brian can at least harvest 80 to 90 points of faith. Moreover, relying on the totem pole when using divine skill can also reduce a lot of consumption.
However, this kind of damaged totem pole can probably only yield him 60 to 70 points of faith at most. But it doesn't matter, after all, a complete and powerful totem pole is simply beyond his current financial means.
He stepped forward, filled with anticipation and reverence, and asked softly, "Excuse me, how much is this totem pole being sold for, esteemed deity?"
minor deities Slowly raising her head, she looked at him with empty eyes and said weakly, "3 silver coins, take it or leave it."
Three silver coins, originally something she could easily afford, but unfortunately she had just bought a Red Maple Tree, leaving her with only 2 silver coins. Brian gritted his teeth and decided to try bargaining.
Brian quickly estimated in his heart and said cautiously, "Sir, this totem pole looks a bit worn. How about 2 silver coins?"
The minor deities raised their eyes slightly and said indifferently, "3 silver coins. If you can't afford it, then leave and don't affect my business."
Upon seeing the situation, Brian could only tactfully turn and leave, continuing to wander around the bustling market, hoping to find other suitable items.
However, the morning passed quickly, and time flew by. Brian still came up empty-handed, not having acquired a single item. Either the items were useless to him and he didn't need them at all, or their prices were exorbitant and far beyond what he could afford.
Brian once again passed by the totem pole booth, and this time the booth owner actually stopped Brian and asked, "Have you spent those 2 silver coins?"
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