MONSTER CULTIVATION

498. TAXES INCREASED 10-FOLD.

Mithril is a very special type of metal. When forging a weapon, adding just one or two drops could bring out its true potential,

and the power of the weapon, it could even absorb the essence of the sun and moon to improve the quality of whatever weapon it was part of.

All such weapons were destined to become spirit weapons in the end.

In the Grave-rich Continent, even a small portion of mithril could be exchanged for piles of energy convergence pills.

Some places even use mithril as a currency instead of an energy convergence pill.

Yet here, in this trading center of the Western Continent, the walls of this city were actually lined with items from mithril.

More clearly, the mithril clearly contained a spell formation that was constantly absorbing external forces.

There were also spirit stones that decorated the walls. All of them exuded the sensation of abundant wealth, but at the same time, security was overwhelming.

Clearly, no one dared to cause trouble in a place like this, lest the spell formation be activated for lethal effect.

The people in the Western Continent looked different from the people in the Rich-Porridge Continent, even exotic.

However, it was also possible to find the inhabitants of the Rich-fertil Continent coming and going from Silvermoon.

Trade abounded between the two continents, with demon cores and spirit stones changing hands nonstop.

Therefore, TIO BU KI in his Rich-Lush Continent attire did not attract much attention as he approached the city.

The people who saw him just assumed he was another merchant who came to do business.

The roads and trails surrounding the Silvermoon countryside were like spider webs, making the journey extremely comfortable.

There were fountains and waterways on the side of the road, even in the city itself, making the entire area look like a painting.

Although it seemed like a place of business, TIO BU KI could also feel traces of a vengeful aura, the result of people being harmed or killed in the area.

This city is not a security paradise. On the surface seemed alive and happy, but underneath, danger and darkness lurked.

That said, TIO BU KI knows that true trust comes from exceptional skills, and therefore, from,

he just walked into town. Before he could get very close, he heard a voice speaking to him from the nearby merchant caravan.

"Hey, buddy. Wait!"

It was the language of the Rich-Porridge Continent!

Looking over his shoulders, he saw a group of individuals walking on foot.

They had carts led by flooded stallions, which were loaded with boxes. Flags flown caravan, the,

The one who called TIO BU KI was the leader of the caravan, whom he quickly recognized as Lifeseizer Nonary.

"How can I help you?" TIO BU KI said, waiting for them to catch up.

"You're from the Rich-Weather Continent, right?" Ask the leader. "We are the imperial trade caravans ,

the Sage Ancestor Dynasty. You know, Silvermoon is a dangerous place. You may not be able to enter alone. ”

"What do you mean?" TIO BU KI asked frowned.

“Many great things have happened in the city recently. Several factions in the Western Continent had started targeting the people of the Rich-Weather Continent, he said,

they attacked us, robbed us, kidnapped us, and even killed us. The locals in the area really don't like us,

and that's why I said that going alone would be very dangerous for you.

If you like, you can join us. We can help keep you and your merchandise safe. ”

"I appreciate that," said TIO BU KI, slightly moved. This imperial trade caravan seemed to be really concerned about him,

and considering the level of his cultivation base, he would be able to tell if they had ill intentions.

After joining the caravan, he continued to chat with the leader. He soon learns that,

every year, the Sage Ancestor Dynasty would exchange a large amount of demon cores for spirit stones.

In addition to the actual merchants in the caravan, there were also guards and government officials, as well as undercover energy art experts.

Overall, TIO BU KI had a pretty good impression of the Sage Ancestor Dynasty.

As they continued on their way, they found several other isolated cultivators of the Rich-Lush Continent, as well,

who also joined the group. Finally, night fell, and the torchlight in the Silvermoon combined with the shining wall caused a bright light to fill the area.

It was under these circumstances that the merchant caravan entered the city.

At the city gate, they were stopped by the gate guards.

"The tax is based on the number of people in your group" said one of the guards, his voice cold. “One middle-class spirit stone per person. Two for the horse. And three per box. ”

"What?" The leader said, looking surprised. With blinking eyes, he said, “Yesterday the tax is a low grade spirit stone.

Now the middle class? Ten times higher! And look at the next gate! They were filling low grade spirit stones, not middle class! ”