Chapter 627: The Sales Scene and the Person Buying Liquor

"Tsk! Was I discovered?!"

The leader, knowing exactly who it was just by hearing the voice, muttered in disgust, and then hurriedly put those life-saving items into his card, leaving only three bottles of liquor outside.

After all, he was crystal clear about who the owner of the voice was.

Rather, in this situation, the reaction time left for the leader was only enough to put away one pile.

Items or fine liquor, this required the leader to weigh his options.

But obviously, the leader chose the items, since they were life-saving things after all.

No matter how expensive liquor was, it wasn't as precious as life.

Moreover, things like liquor wouldn't cause disputes, since the liquor merchant selling it was right nearby anyway.

"You mean the liquor? It's this, called Heaven's Fall, sold by this guy."

At the same time, his other hand took the opportunity to put the remaining liquor into his card as well.

After all, he had bought it with money.

After securing the life-saving items, naturally he had to secure his property.

"Heaven's Fall? I haven't heard of that name. Let me try it."

Upon hearing it was liquor, the eyes of these captains all lit up.

After all, liquor was quite important to them, so someone stepped forward wanting to take the cup from the leader's hand to have a try.

The result could be imagined.

Although this small cup was for tasting and cost no money, how could the leader give such a delicious thing to someone else?

Furthermore, if measured by the selling price of the liquor, this cup was worth at least ten or twenty Silver Coins.

This was all money!

So he pulled his hand back, directly dodging the other party's outstretched hand.

"Hmm?"

That captain stood there blankly with his hand outstretched.

"Bro, it's just a sip of liquor. You don't have to be like this."

"No, it's not just about the liquor. If you want to try it, you can ask this guy."

Since there was a perfect bulletproof vest right in front of him, there was no reason not to use it, so the leader introduced the black market merchant again.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect a big, burly guy like you to actually be protective of his food one day."

This leader was originally the straightforward and generous type, which was why that captain had reached out so casually.

To think he would end up being treated this way, to be honest, this captain was a little displeased.

But he was more puzzled about how good this liquor could be, to turn a generous person into this state.

So he asked the black market merchant for a cup.

For the black market merchant, this kind of tasting liquor was inherently a necessary expense, so he was not stingy and poured the liquor according to the same amount the leader had before.

Seeing this, the others also stepped forward and asked for a small cup to try.

Eventually, they understood why the other party had acted that way, so they hurriedly had their team members bring over their materials.

At this point, the situation became a bit out of control.

It wasn't that the situation became uncontrollable due to any chaos.

Quite the opposite, it wasn't chaotic at all. Because everyone was very orderly, transactions proceeded very smoothly for both the seller and the buyers.

The reason it was said to be out of control was that the news spread too fast.

It truly achieved the concept of news spreading from one to ten, and ten to a hundred.

Within just twenty or thirty minutes, the entire adventurer camp knew about this matter, and thus the number of people coming to buy skyrocketed.

It was precisely because of this reason that the phenomenon of people maintaining order appeared.

Otherwise, how much class do you think these adventurers had to maintain the smoothness of such transactions?

"But you have to admit, this liquor is really good."

"Isn't it? I just took one sip and felt as if I was in heaven. Although only a second had passed in reality, that feeling is truly unforgettable for a lifetime."

"Yeah, I didn't expect there to be such delicious liquor in this world. Drinking it makes you feel like you've had a long, long dream."

"It's just a bit expensive. Our squad's entire fortune is only enough to buy two bottles."

"Same here, two bottles."

"Just now, I saw the Red Scorpion squad buy eight bottles by themselves."

"Tsk tsk, eight bottles!? That's over six Gold Coins. I can only say the Red Scorpion squad is still too rich."

"We can't compare. With their vast wealth, buying these is probably just for a taste of something new."

Those who bought the liquor were all reminiscing about what they had just experienced.

Although it was undeniable that the price was indeed quite a bit more expensive.

The effect was also very significant.

The only thing that made them feel somewhat regretful was that this liquor didn't come with timed temporary effects like the fruit wines and shochu they had drunk before.

And among this crowd, there was a short little guy who walked out of the buying crowd with a smile.

That smile looked very wretched.

But everyone knew that this kid must have managed to buy the liquor.

However, no one paid too much attention to him, or rather, everyone simply didn't have the time and energy to pay attention.

Although the liquor was expensive, it hadn't reached the point where they needed to commit highway robbery.

Not to mention the military camp was right next door; just the manager here, the Double Ring King, wouldn't let off guys acting wildly on his turf.

Thus, this short little guy, who hadn't been targeted by anyone, wandered around blindly through the adventurer camp, making many turns before finally turning a corner, leaving the adventurer camp, and going to the camp where the kings were located.

Before even walking into the camp gate, the short little guy grew taller and taller as he walked.

In the end, the short little guy turned into Samael.

Yes, that short little guy was Professor Samael after transforming.

In order to complete Riesling's commission, Professor Samael walked out of the camp in the evening after eating and drinking his fill.

Originally, he only went to give it a try with the mindset of an old man taking a stroll.

After walking around a few times, he found quite a few black market merchants, but these guys were only selling ordinary goods with nothing worth paying attention to, so he prepared to head back.

However, when he was getting ready to return to his Tent, he found some people talking and laughing about something.

And the keywords in their conversation were 'liquor' and 'black market merchant'.

Having these two words was enough to catch Samael's attention.

So he transformed into a wretched short little guy, vastly different from his one-meter-eighty gentlemanly appearance, squeezed in, and silently lined up to buy what Riesling wanted.

"Professor, you've returned."

The soldiers at the camp gate gave a very solemn salute upon seeing Samael.

After all, if it hadn't been for this professor bringing the engraving machine that allowed them to change professions and improve their strength, their stats wouldn't have soared so much.

Of course, the most gratifying part was the class bonuses. After all, compared to flat stats, this kind of percentage-based bonus was the most substantial and anticipated attribute.

So these soldiers respected this professor very much.

Or rather, compared to the kings who prioritized benefits, these soldiers who had been on the front lines could better appreciate the sense of security the class system brought them.