Chapter 1106: Chapter 713, Attached Special City (One chapter for today first)
Orange-colored shackles?
In the realm of props, that’s quite an obscure item.
It’s essentially useless.
Whether it’s weapons, armor, or accessories, orange items usually hold high value.
But orange-colored shackles, in the hands of a transmigrator, are hardly of any use.
Powerful enemies can’t be overcome with them, and those that can be defeated don’t require such items.
Only nations or forces with well-established systems would use shackles to temporarily control enemies while awaiting their final judgment.
On Fang Hao’s side,
If it weren’t for the fact that there were no losses and that Beata was among them,
They would not have used shackles and would have just killed the captives.
Hence, compared to these kind of props,
They ended up being put up for sale on the channel, where they couldn’t be sold.
According to the ‘Law Mark’ description, this item differed greatly from the binding bands he had acquired.
The effect of the binding band was clearly described.
It was to restrain a person, making them unable to escape.
This mark, however, described something quite magical.
It constrains the wearer’s fundamental thoughts.
It sounds like it can alter consciousness or hypnotic effects.
Opening this person’s store,
The [Law Mark] was indeed listed for sale.
The exchange condition was any orange-colored equipment of any kind.
With such a condition, it’s likely no one would ever trade an orange item with him.
Otherwise, Fang Hao probably wouldn’t have seen his sales message in the channel.
After thinking it over, Fang Hao decided to try private messaging the seller.
“Are you there? Can the orange-colored prop you’re selling be exchanged for something other than items?”
After sending the message, there was no reply for a while.
It took a long time before a message came through, “Depends on what you have. If it’s anything below purple, don’t bother!”
It seemed as though there were probably quite a few people asking about the price and it must’ve been quite bothersome.
There was also something else, seemingly they hadn’t noticed Fang Hao’s identity, otherwise, the tone wouldn’t be like this.
Fang Hao thought for a moment and sent over two purple-grade finished equipment.
“[Flytrap Urn (Purple)][Fine Iron Valkyrie Longsword (Purple)].”
This time, the response came quickly, “Mine is orange, and you think two purple items will be enough to trade? What are you thinking?”
Fang Hao considered his words, “This orange prop of yours doesn’t hold much value to transmigrators, you should be aware of this yourself.”
The other side continued, “Two hundred purple pieces of equipment, by the Trade Alliance’s pricing for orange props, two hundred purple pieces certainly won’t be a loss. With your number one status, it shouldn’t be difficult, right?”
Looking at the reply, Fang Hao’s brow furrowed.
It’s not that the orange prop wasn’t worth the price.
It’s just that this particular orange prop was of little use to transmigrators.
On the contrary, purple equipment held significant value amongst transmigrators, and two hundred pieces could be enough to assemble a squad.
The strength of his territory could also be significantly enhanced.
Fang Hao lost interest in continuing the conversation with the seller who was asking for too much.
He simply replied, “Goodbye!”
After that, he closed the Book of Lords.
…
He took a sip from his teacup.
Outside, laughter and chatter reached his ears.
Then, several figures came rushing in playfully.
Seeing Fang Hao seated on the chair, they stopped their antics, gave a slight salute, and called him master.
Fang Hao looked at the maids.
In their black and white maid dresses, they revealed fair thighs, complemented with black leather boots.
Especially the bunny ears and fox tails, which made them particularly adorable.
It must be thanks to the Dragon Meat Soup.
The maids’ physical attributes had improved significantly.
They had mostly reached the seventh and eighth tiers now.
At this rate, it won’t be long before they arrive at the tenth tier.
When that time comes, the Lord’s mansion would have its own maid army.
“Master, Anjia said the Fishmen Tribe chose you as a god, is that true?” The maid Yuan Yuan tiptoed and leaned on his leg, asking in a delicate voice.
Fang Hao encircled her with one arm and replied, “What god, you can’t just say things like that. It can easily cause trouble. The Fishmen are planning to establish a statue of me in their tribe.”
“Oh,” Yuan Yuan nodded.
“Master, can you take us to see the Fishmen someday? Anjia made it sound so interesting,” another maid chimed in.
“The Fishmen are under the sea, you can’t go down there,” he replied.
“Then how about going out to sea? In the future, you could take us to see the sea too.”
Fang Hao thought for a moment, “Going out to sea is fine. When it’s safe, I’ll take you out to have a look.”
“Yay!”
The maids crowded around, soft and gentle, asking about things related to the sea.
It wasn’t until Eira and Little White came back that the maids went off to attend to their own business.
…
Back in his room,
Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords only to see that he had received several private messages.
They were all from the person selling the orange prop.
The last message read,
“Where are you? Just tell me how much you can offer! If it’s reasonable, I’ll sell it to you, and we can make friends.”
Seeing this reply, Fang Hao found it amusing.
That orange prop seems to be harder to sell than imagined.
Probably waiting for someone like him to buy it.
Trading two purple items for one orange would obviously not happen. Anyone, rather than trading, would rather use it as a doorstop.
Fang Hao thought for a moment, then directly said, “Twenty pieces. I don’t have that many purple items on me.”
Trade Alliance purple equipment, each priced over two thousand Warfire Coins.