Setting Up a Stall

Wang Xian left.

He walked openly out of the Seventh Bureau's office in Ji City.

It was not because Wang Xian was strong enough that the people of the Seventh Bureau could do nothing to stop him.

Rather, after the middle-aged man suddenly received a phone call, he directly allowed Wang Xian to leave.

After Wang Xian left, the middle-aged man squatted down and picked up the bullet that had fallen to the floor. Stroking the bullet, which no longer had any sharpness to it, he fell silent.

After a long while, the middle-aged man's slightly hoarse voice rang out in the room.

"The times really have changed!"

Wang Xian rode his electric tricycle out of the Seventh Bureau's office. After asking someone where the Class Change Temple was, he headed straight there.

Although the Priest class bonuses were powerful, it did not have many damage-type skills. There was only Forsaken, but that could only be considered half a damage skill, since it could only affect the same target once.

Priests could learn the skills of every class, so Wang Xian wanted to see whether he could learn skills from the class instructors.

That would be best. If not, he could only hope that someone would sell Skill Books.

The Class Change Temple was located in a square in the center of Ji City.

After finding a place to store his electric tricycle, Wang Xian headed toward the Class Change Temple.

It had to be said that Ji City's Class Change Temple was far, far smaller than the one in Jinshi City, let alone the one in the Imperial Capital.

Just like in his previous life, a market had already formed outside the Class Change Temple, though it was only in its early stages.

Wang Xian looked around and found nothing worthwhile. Most of the stalls sold food, clothes, and various trinkets.

As for equipment, only a few people were selling it, and all of it was white-grade equipment.

Naturally, none of that equipment interested Wang Xian. He merely took a look at those selling equipment.

Because of the skill Mercy, Wang Xian wanted to find some teammates.

These people had already reached level 10 and completed their class changes, so they barely met Wang Xian's requirements.

However, Wang Xian did not immediately invite them. Perhaps he could find better teammates.

After entering the Class Change Temple, Wang Xian walked toward the nearest class instructor.

He was a middle-aged man over two meters tall with a burly build. He was the Warrior class instructor.

"Instructor, I would like to learn a skill," Wang Xian said respectfully as he approached the middle-aged man.

You could treat datafied Blue Star as an online game, but you could not treat it entirely like one. At the very least, instructors were the people you absolutely could not provoke.

If you angered them, they might slap you to death.

Every instructor was above level 100. Killing someone with a slap could not be easier.

More importantly, most instructors of the same class had good relationships. If you angered them, then you could forget about class changes, learning skills, or Profession Advancement.

"Kid, you're not even a Warrior. What skill are you here to learn from me? Go play somewhere else."

After glancing at Wang Xian, the middle-aged man waved his hand and drove him away.

Wang Xian: ...

Fine!

His idea of learning skills from class instructors was a bust!

Since he could not learn skills from class instructors, Wang Xian could only use Skill Books.

After leaving the Class Change Temple, Wang Xian found the spot with the most foot traffic. He spent 10 Silver Coins to send away the person who had been setting up a stall there and took over the spot.

He then spent another Silver Coin to buy the sign from the person next to him. After borrowing a pen, Wang Xian wrote several large words on it: Selling green-grade equipment, buying Skill Books for all classes.

Once he finished writing, he set the sign down, took the Giant Wolf Fang Club (green) and Goblin's Beloved Leather Pants (green) from his backpack, and casually tossed them onto the ground.

After setting the two pieces of equipment's attributes to display mode, he also posted their attributes in the nearby channel and included his coordinates.

It was much like setting up a stall in an online game, except there was no system protection. Someone could snatch the equipment tossed on the ground at any time.

However, Wang Xian was skilled and bold. Anyone who wanted to steal his equipment would first have to see whether they had the ability.

For a proper stall, one had to rent a booth in the Marketplace. But Ji City was still too small; there was no Marketplace yet, much less an Auction House or consignment market.

After that, Wang Xian sat on a small stool and began waiting.

Within seconds, Wang Xian's stall was surrounded so tightly that not even water could pass through. Everyone swallowed hard, their gazes burning as they stared at the two pieces of equipment Wang Xian had thrown onto the ground.

"Bro, how much for this Wolf Fang Club?"

A young man asked, his hand unconsciously reaching toward the Wolf Fang Club on the ground.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light streaked past. The Scorpion Tail Sword appeared in Wang Xian's hand, its sharp tip pressed against the young man's neck.

"You can look, but don't touch!"

Wang Xian's voice rang out.

There was no helping it. What if the young man touched it and put it into his backpack?

"Bro, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I just couldn't resist," the young man explained with cold sweat covering his face as he withdrew his hand.

"Mm."

Wang Xian nodded and put away the Scorpion Tail Sword.

"Bro, you still haven't said how much this Wolf Fang Club costs?"

Wang Xian glanced at him and said calmly, "Ten Gold Coins."

As soon as those words came out, everyone burst into an uproar. They could hardly believe what they had heard.

Although everyone had some money on them, at most they only had a few dozen Silver Coins. Ten Gold Coins was an astronomical figure to them.

"Bro, can you make it cheaper?" the young man asked.

"How much can you offer?" Wang Xian asked.

The young man revealed an embarrassed expression and said, "Forty-seven Silver Coins."

The corner of Wang Xian's mouth twitched.

Was this what he meant by making it cheaper?

This was not cutting his artery; this was dismembering him!

"Are you messing with me?"

Wang Xian looked at the young man with displeasure.

The young man also knew his offer was outrageous, but he truly could not come up with ten Gold Coins. Forty-seven Silver Coins were already his entire fortune.

"Bro, can I pay with Dragon Coin? Just name the amount you want."

He might not have Gold Coins, but he had Dragon Coin. Taking out tens of thousands, even a hundred thousand or so, would be easy.

Wang Xian shook his head. "No."

The young man choked.

"Really not?" the young man asked again.

This time, Wang Xian did not refuse outright. Instead, he asked, "Do you have any Skill Books?"

"I have one. It's the Priest class skill, Healing Technique."

As he spoke, the young man took a Skill Book out of his backpack.

He had gotten this Skill Book as a drop while killing wild monsters, but Priests could learn Healing Technique for free as soon as they changed classes. No one even wanted it when he tried to give it away.

Still, it felt like a waste to throw it out, so he kept the Skill Book in his backpack. His backpack had empty space anyway; at worst, he could toss it when his backpack filled up later.

"Go find some more Skill Books. I don't care what class they're for. As long as they satisfy me, I'll give you this Wolf Fang Club," Wang Xian said to the young man after pondering as he looked at the Skill Book in his hand.

He truly did not want to waste too much time on this sort of thing. It was only a piece of green-grade equipment; it was not worth it.

"Bro, that's too vague. What does it mean for you to be satisfied? How can I satisfy you?" the young man asked with a bitter smile.

Satisfy someone?

That was one of the hardest questions in the world.

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