Chapter 625: The Black Market Merchant Selling Liquor

A cloaked overcoat.

This item could be said to be standard equipment for black market merchants.

It was usually made of mainly black or gray fabric.

But don't look at its plain appearance; in fact, the enchantments on it were no fewer than those on magical items.

Due to the special nature of the black market merchant profession, it was even enchanted with some attributes to prevent peeping or appraisal.

This was also why black market merchants were rarely attacked.

Any black market merchant who earned a bit of money would get themselves such an outfit to protect themselves.

After all, everyone was trying hard to survive.

Of course, as for where these enchanted clothes came from, everyone was free to imagine.

After glancing at this black market merchant, the leader of this group of adventurers frowned slightly.

"Hahaha, don't be so vigilant. I'm just here to sell things."

Although this group of adventurers showed very obvious and undisguised disgust, this black market merchant was not angry at all.

After all, he was a businessman, and harmony brings wealth was the kingly way.

Therefore, the black market merchant, smiling to himself, ignored the gazes of the others and directly sat in their circle.

The adventurers didn't say much about the black market merchant's overly familiar behavior.

They merely shifted their butts slightly to make room for him.

Yes.

Although they verbally told this guy to leave, if the other party really sat down, it showed that the other party had confidence.

It was undeniable that the things in the hands of most black market merchants had no appeal to adventurers like them who licked blood from the edge of a blade.

However, there was still a small probability of encountering a merchant who really had good stuff.

So after seeing the black market merchant really sit down, they knew that the one they met today was probably the real deal.

For them, the most needed and best-selling things right now were basically those life-saving consumables.

For example, defensive Rune Stones, attack scrolls, Healing Potions, and the like.

Thus, the disgust in their eyes turned into a bit of anticipation.

"Then take out your goods."

The adventurer leader put down the wooden cup in his hand and then raised his chin to signal the other party.

The black market merchant was not a pushover either. After grinning, he took out his card.

Then, with a clatter, he poured out a small pile of about twenty or thirty items onto the ground.

"Flame scroll!"

"This is... an advanced Healing Potion!"

"Automatic defense Rune Stone!"

When they saw this pile of small items clearly, the adventurers couldn't help but exclaim.

This small pile of items looked exceptionally tempting under the light of the campfire.

In the eyes of these adventurers, they were like little cuties.

After all, these were all things that could save their lives. How could they not be cute?

"Bastards! Keep your voices down! Do you want everyone else to know?!"

The place where they were currently located was the adventurers' rest camp on the outskirts of the military camp.

If the surrounding adventurers heard that there were good things here, wouldn't they just come up and snatch them?!

One must know that no one would ever complain about having too many life-saving items.

If they were really discovered, having the items snatched away would be a minor issue.

After all, so-called conflicts only arose when interests were involved.

They had seen too many of such incidents of murder and robbery.

Well...

Although these weren't really considered amazing treasures since they were all mass-produced goods.

But that depended on who you compared them with.

For the top-tier players, these might just be some small trinkets.

But for them adventurers, having these things and not having these things could even affect their combat power.

Think about it, charging into battle with backing and charging into battle without backing definitely had a difference, right?

One might fight timidly and hesitantly.

While the other would be extremely brave, not caring about getting hurt at all.

Therefore...

"How much?"

After the adventurer leader scolded his team members, he looked at the black market merchant, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice.

"Money is a minor issue."

The black market merchant waved his hand and said uncaringly.

The adventurer leader frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"Actually, I'm doing a new product promotion."

"Promotion?"

"Right."

At this, not only the leader but even the team members were somewhat bewildered.

"What, do you mean you're giving away items as a promotion?"

A naive team member asked.

"Hmm... Giving them away is definitely out of the question since I have costs too, but I can indeed sell them to you all at a discount."

"Hoho!!!"

This time, the leader understood.

Not to mention, it was just the common price-reduction promotion tactic seen on Blue Star, nothing unusual.

"Then let me see what you are promoting."

The leader couldn't wait.

In fact, what was being promoted wasn't important to him, because compared to the new product, he preferred this pile of life-saving small items.

"Of course."

Seeing that the other party finally relented, the black market merchant reached out and picked up the cup in front of the leader.

Then, right in front of the leader, he directly poured out the fruit wine inside the cup.

"Bastard! What are you doing?!"

Seeing his wine actually ruined like this, the leader shouted in heartache.

One must know that this was his spiritual sustenance.

Whether he was resting or before or after a battle, he would always have a cup of this to refresh himself.

As a result, this cup of wine that he had only drank half of was ruined by the guy in front of him just like this. How could he not feel heartache?

"Don't mind these details, it's just a mere cup of fruit wine."

With that said, the black market merchant took out a bottle of water and slightly rinsed the residual fruit wine in the cup.

Then he took out a palm-sized glass container.

Inside this container was a dark green liquid.

Pop!

As the black market merchant pulled open the wooden cork on the container, the smell of alcohol instantly permeated the air.

"This is..."

Looking at the cup in the black market merchant's hand, the leader's eyes shone brightly, and his hands even reached out uncontrollably, ready to take the cup.

"Liquor, liquor in the truest sense."

The merchant, who had seen scenes like this often, did not keep him in suspense. He smiled and whispered while handing the cup to the leader.

"Indeed, it smells like a strong liquor."

Nodding, the leader placed the cup in his hand to his lips and slowly tilted his head back.

Under everyone's envious gazes, he poured the liquor in the cup into his mouth.