Witcher: I Can Extract Everything
/ Witcher: I Can Extract Everything Chapter 237 – Dispute
Nina said, “Can you help me buy that bunch of Soul Grass?”
Heath turned his head and quickly saw the material that Nina was talking about. It was a bunch of light purple grass with many patterns on its leaves.
This was a Soul Grass, a material that could recover soul power.
Nina had now completely transformed into a soul lifeform. These materials were very helpful to her recovery of soul power.
Heath thought to himself, 'Of course.'
With that, he bought the Soul Grass. It wasn't an expensive material in itself, and it only cost him two high-grade Magic Stones.
Nina said happily, “Thank you, thank you so much.”
Heath said, “Don't mention it. I promised you that I would do my best to help you recover your soul power before sending you back, didn't I?”
In fact, after Robert's mediation, the pressure Heath faced from the Partridge family had become negligible. It could even be said that there was no pressure at all. Nina's previous agreement with him had also become dispensable.
However, Heath had helped Nina not because of the threat of the Partridge family, but because Nina came from Ares College and the land of Faran.
As a Wizard, Heath was very interested in Ares College and the land of Faran…
“Hey, are you done buying? Hurry up and get out of the way.” At this moment, a voice sounded in Heath's ear.
A man in his forties appeared in front of the stall. He wore a shawl, a jazz hat on his head, and a harp on his back. He looked like a bard, he was probably a Gray Wizard.
The aisle in front of the carriage was a little narrow, and Heath was standing in the middle. It seemed that this caused the man to be dissatisfied.
“Oh, please go ahead.”
Heath did not waste any time and stepped aside.
The man walked forward and pointed at the Forest Banshee tied to the side. “How much is this Banshee?”
The old witch said, “200 high-level Magic Stones.”
The man said with disdain, “200 high-grade Magic Stones? Why don't you go rob it? 150 high-grade Magic Stones. Are you selling it?”
The old Witch said angrily, “You are a hundred times more greedy than a Vampire. Go to the flea shaman and have a look. I don't have the goods you want to buy.”
The man frowned and raised the price. “180.”
The old Witch hesitated.
The man persuaded, “180 high-level Magic Stones is not a small amount. Although you have tamed this Forest Banshee, the purity of her bloodline is average. It is good enough to be sold at this price. Don't be too greedy.”
(If you have problems with this website, please continue reading your novel on our new website myboxnovel.com THANKS!)The old Witch struggled for a while, as if she was ready to agree.
“200 high-level Magic Stones, I want it!” At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind.
A young man walked over not far away.
He wore a long robe made of fine linen and held a golden cane in his hand. He was dressed like a noble gentleman, and there were a few young and beautiful maids by his side.
The young man came to the front of the stall and took out a bag of Magic Stones and handed it over. “Here are 200 high-grade Magic Stones.”
However, before the old witch could take the pouch, a hand grabbed the young man's wrist. It was the bard who had bid earlier.
The bard said, “Don't you see? I was the one who came first.”
The corner of the young man's mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc. He said arrogantly, “In a business transaction, the highest bidder gets it. If you can't afford it, then get lost!”
Then, he shook off the bard's hand.
The bard was furious. “You're courting death!”
As he spoke, a strong spiritual wave surged out of his body, and the surrounding elements became active.
“Ya ya ya! is someone going to make a move at the Magic Tree Airport?”
“Where did that young man come from? How dare he provoke the Vagabond Harker? Doesn't he know that guy is crazy?”
“This is going to be a good show!”
Seeing that there was going to be a good show, the surrounding Wizards all gathered here and surrounded the place in an instant.
Contrary to everyone's good news, Heath, who was standing in front of them, took the initiative to walk away from the crowd.
There should be a limit to joining in the fun. The conflict between Wizards was not a joke. He did not want to be involved in a fight just to join in the fun.
A conflict was inevitable, but at this moment…
“Stop! Are you trying to rebel?” A stern voice sounded from afar.
A huge white bird flew over from afar.
“The Guardian is here.”
“Tsk, his reaction is really fast…”
The crowd around them dispersed in disappointment.
This was the Guardian of the market, one of the guards in charge of maintaining the order of the market. He was a bird creature of the Forest race called 'Laspot', and was considered an intelligent species. It had the strength of a medium-level Wizard when it reached adulthood.
The bard's expression changed slightly, and he quickly put away the hostility on his face.
He bowed and said, “Lord Laspot.”
Under the premise that they did not know the other party's name, they would usually address the Forest race Wizard by the name of their race to express their respect.
The big bird landed on the tree trunk at the side, and its sharp claws firmly grabbed the tree trunk.
It first glanced at the bard. “So it's Harker?”
It paused. It continued, “Harker, what are you doing? This is the Magic Tree Airport of Alves. All private fights are forbidden. If you don't want to be turned into a rat and locked in the Black Tower, then you'd better stop your stupid actions immediately.”
The Alves family was a Wizard family active in this generation. It was also one of the most powerful Wizard families on the West Coast.
The bard pointed at the young man next to him and said unhappily, “Sir, someone is disturbing the order here. They are not following the rules!”
The big bird's gaze fell on the young man.
The young man crooked his mouth and said, “Tsk!”
As he spoke, he took out a badge and handed it over.
After seeing the badge that the young Wizard handed over, Heath, who was standing in the distance, could not help but be stunned.
'What a coincidence…'
At the same time, the big bird said with a strange expression, “Eh? So it's a Partridge, you're one of the Partridge's people!”
Yes, the badge that this young man handed over was the badge of the Partridge family that had a grudge with him.
The crowd was in an uproar.
“I was wondering, so it's a member of the Partridge family! No wonder they're so arrogant…”
“The Wanderer is doomed this time.”
“That's hard to say. That's Crazy Harker…”
The young man said proudly, “Any other questions?”
The big bird's attitude obviously changed, “This… This friend of the Partridge family, although… This is the Alves family's market. I hope you can abide by our rules and not cause trouble in the market.”
The young man said, “I'm buying my Forest Banshee. Business is always for the highest bidder. Is there a problem?”
The big bird frowned. “This…”
The bard next to him frowned. “Lord Laspot, are you going to be biased?”
The big bird hesitated for a moment and said, “Harker, since you haven't completed the transaction just now, then others naturally have the right to buy it. Is that okay?”
Bard Harker said, “Then there should be a first come, first served distinction, right?”
Big bird thought for a moment and said, “Look, others haven't sold it to you yet…”
Harker took out a bag of Magic Stones and handed it to the old Witch on the spot. “Here are 200 high-level Magic Stones. I'll take this Forest Banshee.”
However, before the old Witch could take it, a voice sounded again.
The young man next to him sneered. “I'll give you 300.”
Chapter end
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