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Chapter 212 The grandfather who lives in the ring(2/2)

Including the processing fee, the money spent to make this piece of equipment is enough to buy a blue piece of equipment with similar attributes.

Liquidity is tightening, and there is less running water circulating in the market. The economy in the game has naturally turned from expansion to deflation. There is a shortage of money everywhere, and prices have naturally fallen accordingly. Especially in the fourth test, players cannot use it, and veteran players generally

The green and blue equipment from levels 78 to 134 that have been replaced have been squeezed out of a large amount of inventory on the market, and the prices are so cheap that they have become cabbage.

However, the whiteboards and green clothing before the game have become extremely scarce. They thought they had little spending power, which surprised many old players. The garbage that could only be thrown to the system's black shops in the past became very popular, but the money of the newbies started from there.

Come, begging? Brushing monsters? Just kidding, naturally I collected them offline.

This has further promoted the rapid rise of the exchange rate. There is a shortage of money and cash everywhere, and deflation will naturally come.

Nowadays, there are very few old players who can take out a few or more than ten gold at once. Unlike before the fourth test, money was just like running water, and you could scoop up a scoop wherever you went.

"Hey, what kind of skin are you talking about? Why can't you identify it?"

On a rainy night, Tinghe sat on the rented workbench, appraising the leather given by Tarzan. Unexpectedly, with his advanced appraisal skills, he could only identify a line of question marks.

"What should we do?"

"Looking for NPC, 50 silver"

"Gan!"

Obediently, he went to the identification NPC to identify the leather. Yuye Tinghe was stunned when he saw the attributes of the leather.

[The belly skin of the flying dragon (complete), quality: purple, note: it is filled with elemental magic. Look at the pattern on its body, it is a natural magic pattern. Do not destroy it when sewing.

, otherwise you will definitely regret it. Universal protective gear can be sewn, requiring intermediate or above sewing skills.】

"This is my first time making purple material. Where did you get it?"

"Don't worry about it. What do you think it is suitable for?"

This piece of skin was very big, and it could be used as a full-body armor, but it was the first time Yuye Tinghe was using purple-quality main materials to make something, so he was not sure, so he said: "I recommend wrist guards. It uses the least amount of materials and has room for error."

… Let’s make it clear first, there’s no guarantee of first-time success, don’t blame me if the materials are wasted.”

"A wristband is just a wristband, what else do you need?"

"...I will make a list for you. They are all common materials. Go to the west corner of the square. There are many players setting up stalls there. You can buy them all quickly."

Tarzan took the list out of the tailor shop. He was so absorbed in looking at it that he accidentally bumped into someone.

"You don't have eyes, you can't see the road!?"

Tarzan looked up and saw that he was a very social NPC.

Never compete with NPCs in Punk City. If you mess with one, a group of them might follow you. Tarzan rubbed his nose and resigned and walked around him.

Not far away, I suddenly saw a system prompt.

【You have been stolen】

[You lost 20 silver and 79 copper money]

"Damn it, what a stupid system!"

He was already distressed by the high production costs and became furious. This was NPC theft, and it was clear that the system had changed its name to hack the players' money.

Damn Canaan Corporation, damn Central Brain, damn...

Forget it, a little impatience will mess up the big plan, I tolerate it, I tolerate it!

"Ah, we've finally arrived, we've finally arrived!"

I walked to the west gate angrily and saw a group of players who looked like African refugees, crying and laughing at the city gate. Some veteran players came over curiously and asked, and these people talked excitedly.

Let's talk.

"Five days, I've been gone for five whole days!"

"Died a dozen times!"

“The soles of my feet are worn out.”

"I almost didn't starve to death!"

"...I ate everything and almost drank urine, ugh..."

The veteran player was amused and asked them where they came from.

"Chenxi Town 4 is more than a hundred kilometers away. There are countless monster spawning areas and wild monsters. This person who traveled through mountains and rivers has finally arrived."

When asked why they didn't take the teleportation route, these people looked at this veteran player like he was a fool.

hehe……

The veteran player rubbed his nose and said, yes, who would come to Punk City if they had the money to take the teleportation ride?

"Did you believe the lies on the forum and come here to work?"

The newbies nodded their heads, and one of them said, "What's this nonsense? We are an institution, oh, by the way, someone accepted us, but what about others? What is his ID, and is he online?"

"Come on, another group of people have been tricked into working as child laborers!"

The crowd of players and NPCs who were watching the excitement laughed for a while, and then dispersed.

Tarzan watched for a while and was about to leave. Suddenly a voice said directly in his consciousness: "They are the new...new players for this...test?"

"...Why did you speak? Didn't you say you were afraid of being detected by the system?"

"It's okay, you don't have to be so careful in the future."

The ring on Tarzan's right hand flashed.
Chapter completed!
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