Volume 2 Evil God Stick 014. "Eight-Level Strongman"

  Du Fan couldn't help but feel a little dazed. After all, for magicians, the most crucial thing that restricts their magical powers besides spiritual power and magic is the magic spell itself.

  The same magic spell, under different people's chanting, the effect will be different. The shorter the chanting time, the greater the power that can be exerted.

  It's actually not hard to understand, the faster one chants, the more it shows their understanding and grasp of magic spells, and being able to bring out greater power is only natural.

  Moreover, the shorter the chanting time of magic spells, the more advantageous it is for the magician in actual combat. After all, in actual combat, the enemy will not wait patiently for you to finish reciting your spell, and sometimes a one-second mistake can lead to defeat without knowing what happened.

  It can be seen from this that such a magic wand that can shorten the chanting time of magic spells is how rare and precious.

  The fatty seemed to have sensed Du Fan's astonishment, and after a long while, he smiled slightly and said: "Sir, as for this magic staff, I won't mention the price. However, I only sell this thing to people who appreciate its value... After all, only those who understand its worth will know it's not expensive."

  Du Fan sized up the fat man for a few moments, inwardly admiring his shrewdness. After hesitating for a moment, Du Fan gritted his teeth and said: "This magic staff, I'll take it!"

  Fatso burst out laughing and said: "That's really great, I wonder what price you'll come up with?"

  Du Fan waved his hand and said, "No hurry, apart from this, bring me the best weapon in the store to take a look."

  The fatty was slightly stunned, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Du Fan, his eyes flashing with surprise, before saying in a low voice: "It seems that you're not just any ordinary person after all. If even ordinary weapons aren't good enough for you, it's fortunate that my shop is an old one of over a hundred years, or else I really wouldn't have been able to find what you're looking for."

  As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted it a few more times.

  A moment later, a waiter brought in another long box from outside.

  The shopkeeper patted the box a few times and continued, "This is the best sword in our store. Although I don't know if it suits your taste, we really can't take out anything else except for this one."

  As he spoke, the fat man slowly opened the box cover and presented a not-so-long sword in front of Du Fan.

  This is a silver-white short sword, the blade is not long, but it is exquisite, with some decorative gems inlaid on the hilt. In short, apart from being exquisite and sharp, this sword really doesn't have any other notable features.

  Du Fan knew that his current vision was limited and he might not be able to recognize the good qualities of this sword, but he also understood that the fat man in front of him wouldn't try to deceive him with something simple. So Du Fan knocked on the head of Chenchen in his arms and asked in his mind: "Chenchen, what's special about this sword?"

  "It's just an ordinary sword, but during its forging, the blade was infused with secret silver and black iron. This not only guarantees the sword's sharpness but also allows it to add magical effects when attacking. However, since no magic array has been drawn on this sword yet, there are no magical effects when using it."

  Du Fan nodded, he also understood that most of the weapons were just a bit sharper, and those with magic attack effects were extremely rare. After all, most warriors relied on their own internal energy to exert their strength when using weapons.

  But for Du Fan, this sword was actually quite good. As long as Chen Chen added a few high-level magic spells to it, who knows when it might become a lifesaving treasure.

  Having understood this point, Du Fan smiled and said: "It's just that, boss, I want both of these things."

  The fatty's face was filled with excitement, his chubby cheeks squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape, probably because he hadn't encountered such a big client in a long time. The fatty chuckled and said: "Of course, it would be best if you took both, but the price... might be a bit... high..." He seemed to sense Du Fan's discontent and hastily added: "However, since you're buying two items at once, I'll naturally give you a discount. Let me put it this way, for this sword, our store has a fixed price of 1.2 million gold coins. I'll take the liberty of waiving the extra charge for you. As for the magic wand's price... that depends on your intentions."

  Du Fan shook his head and said, "Not yet... our business isn't finished."

  The fatty was taken aback for a moment, but immediately laughed: "I don't know what else you want?"

  Du Fan shook his head, reached into the magic ring and pulled out the bag of demon stones, then casually tossed it onto the table, saying: "Speaking of money, I don't actually have that much on me, but if we're going to trade with these things, I think you won't mind the trouble, boss?"

  The fatty's face showed a few strokes of doubt, but he still quickly opened the bag and took a look before he couldn't help but take a deep breath and say: "Sir... you... are you planning to use these magic stones to exchange for these two things?"

  Looking at the greedy look on Fatso's face, Du Fan sneered and said: "Of course not, but I think your store should also collect magic stones besides selling weapons? The value of these things I think you are clearer than me, I am too lazy to go elsewhere to sell them, as long as you give a fair price, I don't mind losing out a bit?"

  The fatty took a deep breath before saying: "Alright then, sir. Please rest here for a moment, I'll be right back."

  Du Fan nodded and said, "Go."

  The fatty randomly grabbed a few magic stones from the bag and quickly rushed out. Less than a moment later, he walked back and sat down in his original position, saying: "Sir, we want this batch of magic stones, but adding these two items, we can only offer an additional 2 million gold coins. Does sir think this price is satisfactory?"

  Du Fan actually didn't know the market price of the magic stone, but he was clear that this fatty wouldn't dare to cheat him too much. Moreover, he was too lazy to find a place to sell it himself, so he just hummed and nodded, casually putting the two items on the table into his spatial ring. "Alright...this price is reasonable, as for the payment method..."

  The fatty smiled slightly, took out two crystal cards from his bosom and placed them in front of Du Fan, saying: "You must also recognize this thing, it's a white crystal card issued by the Holy See, with one million gold coins stored inside each card, and it's anonymous. You can withdraw cash at any church anywhere, anytime. This settlement method should satisfy you, right?"

  Du Fan took the crystal card and put it into the spatial ring, unable to hold back tears: Just watch, I'll go buy a few cute little loli at the slave market later to play loli cultivation, and tonight I can discuss with Ruhua about the matter of hiding in the golden house!

  Chenchen couldn't help but hum a tune in Du Fan's mind, expressing her disdain, but Du Fan elegantly ignored her opinion.

  Dufan tidied up his clothes and smiled faintly at the fat man, saying: "So that's it for today. If there's a need in the future, I'll come again."

  The fatty nodded and bowed as he sent Du Fan to the door, saying in a low voice: "So, sir, remember to come again when you have time."

  Du Fan nodded slightly and turned to leave, when suddenly the fat man seemed to remember something and said: "Oh right, sir, that magic staff's name is 'Phantom', and that sword's name is 'Silver Moon'".

  Du Fan nodded and said in a low voice: "Phantom... Silver Moon... are really good names..."

  He said that, he didn't look at fatty again and left with a flourish.

  It was that fatty who stood there for a long time, staring at his back, and only let out a faint sigh after a while.

  A servant next to the fat man said in a low voice, "Boss, I don't understand. Those magic stones are worth money, but at most they're worth around 250 million gold coins. You spent 200 million gold coins and added those two things to exchange for that batch of magic stones. No matter how I calculate it, I feel like we didn't make a profit."

  The fatty let out a sigh and said, "Do you understand? There are several 8th-level magic stones in those magic stones. This at least shows that this person has killed at least several 8th-level magical beasts. With such skills, do you still want to take advantage of him? It's better for us to lose some money and give him an advantage. Maybe one day when we need it, he can help us a lot. Let's just consider this as spending money to buy a relationship."

  The waiter's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment as he stared in Du Fan's direction, his mouth agape. That person... was actually an eighth-level strongman?!

  Someone who is considered an eighth-level strongman is now carefully moving in the direction of the cathedral of the Holy See in the Imperial Capital.

  He carefully put on the hat on his cassock to ensure that his identity would not be revealed at any time, after all, the closer he got to the church, the more people recognized him.

  With Du Fan's reputation, if he were recognized now, there would be no need to think about taking any exams.

  But his worries were apparently unnecessary, as not many people on the street noticed him. Most of them were enthusiastically discussing the Roland Academy's triennial entrance exam, which for many commoners was the only chance to learn advanced aura and magic and squeeze into high society. Who would give up such an opportunity if they had even a bit of talent?