Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start

Chapter 482 361: Red Dragon General Store [2/2]

Solan City, Black Market.

They wrote the name in a unique, high-level language, and even an illiterate person could understand the meaning of it at a glance.

Such distinct recruitment did not match the name of the Black Market.

The neatly-combed-hair Butler Kent had waited in the square for a long time. When he saw the carriage with the Frostwolf family's symbol on it, he immediately brought people to welcome it.

The butler stepped forward and bowed when Rebecca and Richard alighted from the car.

"Young Lady Rebecca, Lord Richard.

"I've already made the arrangements. We can enter directly..."

Rebecca glanced at Richard, and after she confirmed that he wasn't going to walk around, she nodded.

"Bring us in."

"Yes, Young Lady."

Butler Kent immediately turned around and walked toward the entrance under the protection of two small teams of level 15 soldiers.

Along the way, the soldiers on guard didn't stop the group and allowed them to move freely.

On the contrary, many players watched from the side, and some even looked for an opportunity to sneak in.

However, the sharp-eyed soldiers stopped them, and everyone could hear endless shouts of scolding.

Richard ignored the players. He looked around excitedly after he passed through the gate.

A bustling street appeared. Shops and all kinds of goods surrounded it.

Unlike the shops in the outside world, the things sold in the shops here were remarkably odd.

Bloody wolf heads, ores with magic fluctuations, water that could speak, leaves that could fly... Strange things were everywhere.

Richard was quite satisfied with this.

It was the first time he had seen such a scene after his stay in Twilight City for so long.

Along the way, he also found a lot of good things. Two-stars and three-stars resources and not rare treasures, but their prices were also ridiculously high.

It immediately dispelled his original thoughts of picking up a bargain.

The Aboriginals had been living in this land for many years. Those who could eat in the Black Market were not fools. They could tell if they were good things with a few looks.

He could only find those sellers who set up stalls alone if he wanted to pick up the leftovers, but most of those people were professionals in this line of work.

Richard immediately lost interest after Butler Kent explained the basic rules.

It was unreliable to miss such a thing while shopping, as expected.

He started to look around with a playful attitude without any thoughts of utilitarianism.

Richard had to admit that shopping in a fantasy world was quite interesting.

He could see all kinds of strange things.

Half an hour later, Richard's curiosity was satisfied, and he turned to Butler Kent to ask for the location of the Red Dragon General Store.

Butler Kent did not hesitate and immediately led a group to the Red Dragon General Store.

The ancient castle occupied an exaggerated area. Richard and Rebecca finally squeezed through the crowd and reached the central after 20 minutes or more.

Red Dragon General Store.

They stood at the door. Black stains shrouded the floor. It was dilapidated, and the house appeared in a mess for years. Anyone who saw this scene would frown.

A white-haired, old man with a black patch in one eye, half-laid on a mechanical rocking chair that emitted magic waves.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he appeared like he was sleeping.

He appeared supremely relaxed.

It piqued Richard's interest.

"Why did this person look like the fire cloud evil god?

"Another big boss?"

He opened the attribute panel.

[Peim]

[Level: 3]

[???]

[???]

A difficult-to-detect unique energy covered it.

It bewildered Richard.

"Level 3?

"So this lord, you're a noob…"

He collected his thoughts and took two steps forward. He entered the general store and stood on the messy shelves.

"Hello, may I disturb you for a moment?"

There was nothing wrong with this courtesy.

The white-haired-old man slowly opened his eyes. He touched his chest with his right hand and looked up at Richard.

He said in a bad mood after he saw his figure.

"Who allowed you to disturb my sleep? Take whatever you want to buy and pay quickly when done. Don't disturb me..."

He planned to lie down again as he spoke.

Richard didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'So you know you own a general store.'

"Mr. Peim, Chairman Windsor is asking for your help."

Windsor had only told him about the general store, but that didn't stop him from using it as an excuse.

The other party must be extraordinary for Windsor to introduce, although his level was low.

As expected, the white-haired, old man was about to lie down slowly but sat up again when he heard Richard mention the name.

He sized him up a few times and finally pouted.

"Windsor, that little girl, should broaden her horizons. What can a level 13 lesser lord do to help me... And he's a grace mainland overlord who knows nothing."

"Little... Little girl?"

'How could he describe the overbearing leader of the Phoenix-Tail Flower Chamber of Commerce in such a way?'

Richard's eyes narrowed.

This white-haired-old man had a close relationship with Windsor.

He had been using the power of the desert to cover his entire body, but the other party could see his strength at a glance. This seemingly old figure was arduous.

"The grace mainland overlord could help you."

The white-haired-old man sneered.

"Then you think too highly of yourself."

The white-haired-old man clicked his tongue after he pondered.

"There is a Qingqiu lord among your grace mainland overlords who is not bad. It is not that I am looking down on you, but unless you are as strong as that Qingqiu Lord, you should leave quickly and not disturb my sleep."

Richard chuckled, his voice casual.

"Mr. Peim, let me introduce myself. I'm Richard, the Lord of Twilight City, and also the Lord of Grace Mainland–Qingqiu."

The voice fell.

A majestic aura gushed out.

It was as if a sandstorm instantly swept through the world.

Everything was blurry.

The white-haired-old man, who was about to lie down for the second time, immediately sat up straight and widened his unpatched eye.

"You are Qingqiu?!"

This level-3 existence was not affected in the slightest under such majestic pressure.

Richard noticed that immediately.

At this moment, Rebecca had also entered the store. She felt sparingly proud when she saw the white-haired-old man's shocked expression.

The white-haired-old man said with a smile.

"If the Qingqiu you are talking about is the one who won the championship after competing with the 20 billion grace mainland overlords in the last god's mission, then it is Lord Richard."

Pride immersed his tone like a child showing off his precious gift.

The one-eyed white-haired-old man finally showed some interest.

He was enormously impressed.

"Not bad. Windsor, that little girl, has good taste. She's finally helped me find a worthy Lord of grace.

"Although the grace mainland overlords are trash, you're not bad to become the strongest among 20 billion people..."

Richard didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

'Is he complimenting me?'

"What's your purpose in coming to find me?"

Richard didn't mince his words and quickly explained the requirements to find the treasure of a hero from the evil faction.

The white-haired-old man's expression was sparingly strange.

"The Soul Contract of the snow goddess. This little fellow with the Frostwolf family's bloodline can get it. Why did he come to me? "

"The Frostwolf family has a Soul Contract?" It sparingly startled the girl beside him.

The white-haired-old man shook his head when he saw this.

"It seems that you haven't become the heir yet."

He looked at Richard.

"I can help you get the contract, but I need you to help me with something."

His words lifted Richard's spirits.

He felt a strong sense of joy in his heart.

'Was there such a thing?'

"Please speak!"

The white-haired-old man looked at him and said word by word.

"I want you to help me find the heart of a god."

Richard's expression turned high-spirited.

'Does this old man know what he's talking about?'

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