Chapter Fifty Metropolis
Normally, a person with a thick beard would look rough and savage, but after shaving it off, they would become much younger-looking. At least in comparison, they would appear younger. Mo Xinko was an exception, he had a square-shaped face, and when he had a beard, there wasn't anything special about him. But without the beard to conceal his features, his sharp facial lines were exposed, and the horizontal muscles on his face became very noticeable. Coupled with those piercing eyes, his entire being exuded a fierce aura, as if he was radiating an ominous energy... Later, whether or not the children of Gu Yan City would have nightmares depended on Mo Xinko's performance...
Han Jin suddenly felt that he might have had a bad idea, but his beard was already shaved off and it was impossible to let it grow back immediately, so he went into the city first.
The wheat fields outside the isolated city had been harvested clean, and with the sky approaching dusk, there were not many people coming and going. There were no soldiers guarding the gate, so Han Jin and several others walked into the city very smoothly.
As he gazed at the scenery on both sides of the street, Han Jin suddenly remembered what Sasou had said. Hundreds of years ago, the entire continent was a unified empire, but then suddenly erupted into internal strife, eventually evolving into a situation where lords divided up the land. Ladontown, the eleven towns of the Bait Alliance, and even the solitary cliff city before him all shared similarities in their architectural styles. It seemed that the evolution of the continent and what Sasou had said were roughly the same.
Ladong Town can't be compared to the eleven towns of Beit Alliance, the former is a small village town, while the latter is a stronghold of Weicheng. However, the eleven towns are also incomparable to Guya City. Just talking about the streets under their feet, they are more than twice as wide as the streets of the eleven towns. If it were an ordinary horse-drawn carriage, this street would be enough to accommodate eight or nine carriages side by side, and it stretches out extremely far, with no end in sight at a glance.
This style is impressive, but unfortunately he hasn't been to other cities, so it's hard to make a comparison.
Mo Xinkai was extremely familiar with the city, and Han Jin said he wanted to find a smaller, quieter inn. He took everyone through the streets and alleys, coming to a very secluded corner, where they found a dilapidated inn. The interior decorations were even worse than those in Michelle's small shop. The owner was an old man in his sixties, who always squinted his eyes and kept yawning, as if he could never get enough sleep.
Of course, the price is also very cheap. A few people can book a hotel and only need to spend thirty silver coins per day, including food expenses.
Han Jin thought it was cheap, but the shopkeeper was delighted and hurriedly went to prepare food for the guests, also burning more hot water. Several people felt tired and lazily sat down in their chairs.
Just then, the door of the inn was pushed open and two big men came in one after another, shouting: "Where's the boss? Book us two rooms."
"Sorry, this hotel has already been booked by us." Han Jin said with a smile.
"What does it mean? Not letting us stay?" One of the tall men glared at Han Jin.
"There are no more empty rooms here, I remember that there is an inn not far north, the two of you can go there."
"Stop your damn nonsense, move me over there." The big man slapped the counter, a strong smell of alcohol spewed from his mouth: "Where's the boss? Where's the boss?"
Mo Xinkeshi's mood was already bad, and he suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "Are you all deaf? We have already booked this hotel, did you hear that? Get out!!"
The man flew into a rage, rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Mo Xikou, but his companion behind him pulled him back, whispered a few words in his ear. The man looked up at Mo Xikou with one glance, didn't say a word, and slunk away dejectedly.
"In this day and age, being ugly is actually an advantage." Han Jin sighed, himself smiling to greet people, while Mo Xinkai cursed as soon as he opened his mouth, but the treatment they received was vastly different.
"Me? You say I'm ugly?" Mo Xinko exclaimed, pointing at his own nose.
"Ask them." Han Jin kicked the leather ball aside.
"It can't be said to be ugly, but it doesn't look good either." Sasou said tactfully.
"Stilberg, you said I'm ugly?" Mo Xinko nodded slightly.
"Not...not bad." Stillberg was startled, his eyes squeezed tight, and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Pretty cool."
Mo Xun glanced at Han Jin with a hint of white in his eyes. He didn't expect to convince everyone, as long as there was one person who supported him, he would be satisfied.
"Didn't you say that this Lonely Cliff City was safe?" Han Jin suddenly furrowed his brow and said, "I think... something's off. What was the deal with those two people just now?"
"There are mercenaries everywhere here, it's normal to fight. Mo Xinkuo said in a calm tone: 'I've been fighting since I was young, as long as no one dies, it's fine.'"
"Can you guarantee that something like George won't happen?" Han Jin asked slowly, they were now exchanging bird guns for cannons, four months of effort had brought huge gains, just the eight-stage magic crystals alone had four, if they were to be swindled now, the loss would be too great.
"No, we can file a complaint with the merchant guild. If they don't care, we can also go to the mercenary guild, there must be a place that will listen to reason." Mo Xinko shook his head and said: "I have lived here for a long time, but I have never heard of such things happening."
"Well, I suppose." Han Jin still had some doubts, but things had come to this point, and thinking more about it wouldn't do any good. He changed the subject: "Sasou, an eighth-tier magic crystal, how much can one sell for?"
"The value of a magic crystal is not only related to its rank and quality, but also to its attributes." Sasou said slowly: "If it's an eighth-rank fire-attribute magic crystal, the lowest price would be at least 10,000 gold coins, and as long as you want to sell, someone will buy it immediately."
"How much can it sell for? Tens of thousands of gold coins?" Han Jin was shocked, previously when he obtained the 8th grade magic crystal, he only knew that everyone was very happy, but didn't think its value would be so high.
"Yes, that's the lowest." Sasou smiled: "The electric system magic crystal is also more expensive, followed by the water system magic crystal and the air system magic crystal. The earth system magic crystal is the cheapest."
"How much can it be sold for?"
"If we can find someone who needs it, we might be able to sell it for one or two thousand gold coins, maybe even more."
"Isn't it way too different?"
"Not many, think about it, what's the greatest use of magic crystals? Amplifying magical power!" Sasou said in a low voice: "Nowadays, battles are being fought everywhere, and the most destructive magic on the battlefield is often fire magic and lightning magic. Therefore, fire magic crystals and lightning magic crystals are always in short supply. Hehe... The power of earth magic forbidden spells is indeed very powerful, but how many people can release forbidden spells?"
Han Jin fell silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing: "There's still something like this..."
"Isn't it like there's nothing strange about it?" Sasori asked in puzzlement.
"If I were to exchange one fire-elemental magic crystal for seven or eight earth-elemental magic crystals of the same rank, would anyone be willing to make the trade?" Han Jin said slowly.
"Of course some people have changed."
Han Jin smiled again, he found that this world was like heaven to him! What he needed was only energy, and the fire system magic crystal and earth system magic crystal were not much different. With these convenient conditions, if he still couldn't cultivate an indestructible golden body, then he could go kill himself.
