Of course Amos didn't know that someone was slandering himself behind his back.

It swam all the way to the abandoned dragon's nest.

In the past four years, the white dragons have harvested a large number of fine pearls through the fishman. They lie on the pearl bed every day to sleep. The white dragon's smooth scales come into contact with the round pearls, making a pleasant and crisp sound, comfortable and comfortable.

However, pearls are no more than gold. If you accidentally sleep, you will be crushed into pearl powder.

The precious pearls turned into white powder, and the white dragons were heartbroken. In order to ensure that their wealth did not shrink continuously, Amos came up with a way to exchange the pearls for gold through trade.

On the Nord Hill continent, the round-colored deep-sea pearls are also popular high-end jewelry. In this world, the productivity of the fine pearls is low, and the annual output of fine pearls is far from meeting the market demand, and the prices have always remained high.

But for the White Dragons, the one they don’t lack is pearls, but the number of gold coins they collect is far from enough.

So, Amos contacted the black market businessman Luo Kewen. In the face of huge profits, the black market businessman Luo Kewen and Bai Long immediately signed an agreement and became partners.

Therefore, the secret abandoned dragon nest was re-activated and became a transit station for trade between the two sides. It was usually stationed by fishmen. While selling pearls, it also received information sent by black market merchants.

The fishman sentry hiding on the reef hurriedly greeted him when he saw the white dragon coming.

"Great Master! Fishman pays tribute to you."

"Well, when was the last trading time?"

"The merchant just transported a batch of goods the day before yesterday."

Amos frowned. The trade frequency it agreed with the black market merchants was once every half a month.

At this time, the fishman in the abandoned dragon nest also heard the movement, and a fat and spherical fishman took the lead in greeting.

A few years ago, Amos accidentally discovered a fishman with the talent of arithmetic, so he trained it to become his assistant and allowed it to take over specific trade matters. This fishman is the fat fishman - Momore.

"Salute to you! The wise and powerful magical martial arts are unparalleled..."

"Okay! Tell me the serious business!"

Amos interrupted the praise of the fishman Momoore's no play. He glanced at the fishman who was a little fatter than before. He was really worried. One day, Momoore in front of him would be fatter as a balloon and ascend in the sun!

Amos spoke in a serious tone: "Momore, I want you to contact Roquewen as soon as possible, and I need to talk to him in person!"

Seeing Amos's serious expression, Momore put away his flattering posture, stood up straight and replied loudly, "Yes!"

Seeing this, Amos nodded with satisfaction. Momore has done a good job in recent years and has brought a lot of wealth and intelligence to the White Dragons. Therefore, this fat fish man can firmly control the fatality of foreign trade.

Well, its size has become fatter.

"Have Luo Kewen delivered any important news recently?"

"No, except for the gossip news about some nobles in the Kingdom of Rowe, other events are far away from us, and there is a news about the Red Dragon."

"Oh~?"

Amos was very interested in similar news.

"The high-level legendary red dragon - the flame of the Molten Mountain has awakened. According to reports, the Western Elf Forest was affected. The three cities on the periphery turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Elf King rushed over and fought with the Red Dragon, no victory or defeat."

"Now, the Elf Kingdom is summoning adventurers across the continent to attack the flames of the Molten Mountain. There is a rumor that the legendary Silver Dragon Lord has also gone, but no one has seen him."

Amos wanted to ask if Bailey City had any special actions, but he didn't want to hear such a battle between top-level powerhouses on the plane.

However, Amos was far northeast of the mainland, and was separated from the battlefield. He could neither watch the fun nor worry about the flames of war and himself. He could only use it as a topic of conversation with his younger brothers and sisters in his spare time.

...

It seems like late.

The sun sets on the sea level, the clouds are shining in the sky, and in the distance, the tired birds return to their nests and cross the setting sun.

A small boat was loaded with three people silently, but it was fast, pushing away the slight waves, turning left and right, bypassing the reefs, whether light or dark, and coming to the sea above the abandoned dragon nest.

Left the boatman to guard the boat, Luo Kewen and a strong man jumped into the water, accompanied by the fishman, entered the abandoned dragon's nest.

"Rokewen is so happy to see you, my dear friend!"

Before the person arrived, he smiled and smelled the shrinking size. Amos saw Rockvine, who spread his arms and walked quickly towards him.

"Welcome, little raven."

Amos cracked his bloody mouth and showed a decent smile, but those who didn't know thought it was showing its white and sharp fangs.

Rockwen laughed.

"You smile so ugly! My friend!"

"You look very exciting too!" Amos countered: "My dwarf friend!".

Amos bite the pronunciations of "stimulating" and "short".

Luo Kewen's smile remained the same, "I often wonder if my father would be a caveman."

Luo Kewen has never had a father since he was a child, and he is short and has different facial features. He is as ugly as a caveman, but he himself doesn't care about these things and even often jokes about them.

However, Amos would not underestimate him because of this. Luo Kewen is a real high-level shadow mage, and he was only one step away from entering the master level.

Compared to his strength, what made Amos more afraid of his background was his background. He was the head of the Black Crow Chamber of Commerce in the north of the Kingdom of Rowe and was also a full member of the Raven Parliament.

"Every time you contact me on your own initiative, something good will happen. So, what surprises do you bring to me this time?"

Amos naturally heard the implicit sound of Rockwen-Don't bother me if there is no benefit!

Luo Kewen didn't care about his appearance or reputation. All he cared about was Huang Cancan's gold coins. The friendship between him and Amos was proportional to the benefits Amos brought to him.

When dealing with such a person, Amos is more at ease, because as long as he can bring him enough benefits, he will never have to worry about him betray him.

It is obvious that the benefits of cooperation between them are far greater than the benefits of hostility.

"Rokewen! I need to customize a batch of armor and weapons for large humanoid creatures."

When Luo Kewen heard this, he became interested. No matter where the arms trade is, it is a huge profit industry, let alone customization.

Luo Kewen smiled as a chrysanthemum with his old face, "My friend, you are indeed my lucky star, so how much do you need?"

Bailong's tone was plain: "Let's get two thousand sets first. In addition, I also need a batch of alchemy bombs and at least 20 plague bombs."

The science and technology tree in this world is wrong, the industrial revolution is missing, but the branches of biotechnology are booming.

A long time ago, a certain technical resident Lich, Aonazu, invented the Plague bomb and used it in the war of aggression. Several physical planes were miserable and became a dead place covered by poisonous gas. The lethality of the plague bomb shocked the entire multiverse.

The massive deaths of mortals angered the gods of justice. The gods of justice issued a quest to their churches under their command. The cunning Onaizu received the news in advance, hid in the undead world, and remained at large.

Later, for some reason, the plague bomb manufacturing process was leaked out and gradually grew and grew. The wide range of aspects involved had exceeded the ability of the gods of justice. The gods of justice had no choice but to include the plague bomb on the list of high-risk contraband, and all individuals or organizations were prohibited from using the plague bomb.

"You are crazy! If you are found out, you will be hunted down by the Church of Gods!"

Amos raised his brow and said disdainfully: "So?"

Luo Kewen's face was gloomy and gloomy. After a while, he laughed silently, frustrated his hands, and narrowed his eyes into a slit.

"You have to add money!"
Chapter completed!