diskusbooks Chapter 331 The Tsar's Son: Klock the Eldest
Chapter 331 The Tsar's Son: Klock the Eldest
Teams searching for NPCs slowly left the bustling trading area.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the distance, eventually blending into the surrounding environment.
The members of the group chatted happily as they walked.
One of the members said enthusiastically:
"We must work hard to complete the tasks and obtain more Origin Crystals, and then go back to the trading area to spend them properly."
This is a bee-like insectoid creature with a determined glint in its eyes.
It's as if I can already see myself returning to the trading area and exchanging Primal Crystals for the items I want.
The other minotaur nodded somewhat naively.
"That's right, we need to step up our efforts."
"The goods here are much cheaper than outside, we can't miss this opportunity."
"........"
The other creatures in the group echoed their sentiments, and everyone's spirits were high.
Their faces beamed with expectant smiles, filled with hope for the future.
In their view, as long as they work hard to complete the task, they can obtain enough primordial crystals to satisfy their various needs.
Of course, no matter where you are, there will always be one or two people who don't fit in.
At a time when most people are following established rules and order, striving towards a common goal.
There are always some maverick individuals.
They are unwilling to follow the crowd and always try to find some unique ways to achieve their goals.
In this team searching for NPCs, there is also such an outcast.
One of the werewolves suddenly spoke up and asked, "Speaking of which, we can totally do a private deal, right?"
His voice carried a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction, as if he had many complaints about the current trading methods.
"In market transactions, we also have to pay a guarantee fee to Qin Wen of the human race."
"He makes all the money without doing anything, and he makes more than us. Why is that?"
The werewolf became more and more agitated as he spoke, seemingly furious about this unfair situation.
Upon hearing this, the minotaur scoffed dismissively.
The burly body twitched slightly, and a look of disdain appeared on his face.
"I thought you'd say something more, but that's all?"
The minotaur's tone was full of sarcasm, as if he thought the werewolf's idea was extremely naive.
"Am I wrong?" the werewolf retorted defiantly, his eyes filled with stubbornness.
“That’s right, we all know that.” The minotaur nodded, acknowledging the werewolf’s statement.
"Then why don't you guys take this seriously?" The werewolf was even more confused. He didn't understand why everyone was ignoring this issue.
"Because we have no choice," the minotaur sighed helplessly, a hint of resignation in his eyes.
"..." The werewolf fell silent, unsure how to refute the minotaur's words.
"Yes, we can indeed trade privately without paying any intermediary fees, and the price will definitely be cheaper."
The minotaur continued, his tone carrying a hint of rationality.
"But who can guarantee that the other party won't go back on their word?"
"Spending a little more will at least ensure that the goods actually reach us."
"Saving that little bit might not only leave you with nothing, but could even cost you your life. Why bother?"
"As for why?"
"Do you think Qin Wen has the ability to wipe out all living beings in the entire battle space with those thousand spiritual plants?"
At this point, the minotaur shook his head.
He thought the werewolf seemed a bit silly.
He's not even as smart as Old Niu.
As they argued, the other members of the group also fell into deep thought.
Many beings have begun to ponder the balance between the security and cost of transactions!
The question is whether to take the risk of a private transaction or to spend more money to trade in Qin Wen's market.
Of course, many living beings view this rationally.
Whether you are strong or weak.
Trading in Qin Wen's trading market would be beneficial to them all.
For the weak, choosing to trade in Qin Wen's trading market can ensure their safety.
For the strong, even if they can obtain the Origin Crystal they want through their own strength, they often still do so.
However, many of the creatures that were killed could not obtain the treasures they carried, or things that the victims themselves desperately needed.
With the current market rules improved, they can choose to sell things they don't need.
Then use the money you earn to buy what you need.
Similarly, one can maximize their own interests without putting in too much effort.
Why not do it.
Just when everyone was thinking about this question.
No one expected that the few creatures in the group who had remained silent would suddenly make a move.
They exchanged a knowing glance, a resolute look flashing in their eyes.
Immediately afterward, they sprang into action, their hands flashing with light as mysterious runes appeared.
Before anyone could react, the formation had already been set up.
The formation exuded a powerful aura and shone brightly.
It was like a giant cage, trapping everyone inside.
The trapped creatures were immediately horrified; their eyes widened, their faces filled with astonishment and fear.
They never expected that these silent guys would do something like this.
"What are you doing?" one of the creatures shouted angrily, his eyes filled with accusation.
Upon hearing this, a hint of coldness appeared in the eyes of the creatures who had set up the formation.
"Hand over the treasures you possess, and I will spare your lives."
The sound exploded in the space like thunder, carrying an undeniable domineering and ruthless force.
Not far away, a figure stood out.
That was Klock's eldest son, the son of the space pirate Tsar.
He was covered in quicksand, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Smoke curled up, blurring his slightly ferocious face.
In one hand was a gleaming hook, radiating a chilling aura.
"How dare you do this?" The minotaur's eyes widened in fury, burning with rage.
His strong body trembled slightly with anger, his huge fists clenched tightly, as if he were ready to fight to the death with the newcomer at any moment.
However, faced with powerful space pirates, his anger was mixed with helplessness.
"What's there to be afraid of? We're space pirates, we don't steal or rob, why would we need to spend money?"
Klock's eldest son's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.
"Hand it over honestly, and you'll still have a chance to get the Origin Crystal. Otherwise, hmph."
His threat hangs like a sword over the heads of countless lives.
Many living beings trembled with anger upon hearing his words.
Although my heart was filled with anger and resentment, I was powerless to do anything about it.
They recognized the notorious space pirate.
Knowing that he was backed by the powerful Tsar and that his own strength was not to be underestimated, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock to fight him.
They could only grit their teeth in silence, but dared not make any rash moves.
Under this immense pressure, an atmosphere of tension and despair permeated the air.