Lear took several deep breaths but could not suppress the turbulent emotions surging within him.
I never expected the intelligence to be so helpful this time.
The first refresh always brings information of 5 stars or higher, and this one was a full 6-star item!!
A golden legend.
He immediately gained a direct understanding of the intelligence's value rating.
Unfortunately, every refresh from now on will be random, and you'll only get a 4-star or higher intelligence report once every 10 refreshes.
It refreshes every 5 days, 6 times a month. Today is July 5th, and it will not be until August 20th that information of 4 stars or higher will be guaranteed to appear.
I can't even imagine getting a 6-star character through the guaranteed drop.
We must get our hands on that fragment of divinity!
My thoughts began to wander.
The problem now is that he is penniless and may not be able to afford the goods sold by the tomb raiders.
Even if they tried to steal it, they were far from being able to. They hadn't even condensed a seed of magic yet; they were just ordinary people. How could they possibly steal it?
First, use the information from before to acquire enough resources before attempting to obtain 6-star information.
After making a decision, their focus quickly shifted to the third piece of intelligence, which was the fastest and easiest to obtain and verify in terms of reliability and authenticity.
Without hesitation, he immediately got up, went to the corner, moved aside half of a tightly sealed brick, and took out three silver coins from inside.
This was the original owner's last savings in this world.
One copper coin could buy a fist-sized loaf of black bread that could be used as a weapon.
100 copper coins can be exchanged for 1 silver coin.
These three silver coins could provide him with food for three or four months—enough to at least sustain his life.
These three key elements are all you need to get rich!
He got up, closed the door, and left home, heading straight to the market in the ninth block.
Although it is a slum, more than 100,000 people need to make a living, and where there is a need for a living, there will be trade.
After walking for 20 minutes through the winding alleys, a bustling market came into view.
Both sides were densely packed with stalls.
It sells all kinds of food and daily necessities.
Most of the people coming and going wore coarse cloth clothes, with more and more patches on their clothes.
His face was pale and haggard, lacking vitality.
They haggle hysterically when buying things.
Saving even a single copper coin would make them grin from ear to ear for a long time.
The original owner of this body often came to the market to buy food, so she was quite familiar with this area.
We quickly passed through the area where the vendors gathered and entered the main market.
There were fewer people around here, and the patches on the clothes of passersby were noticeably fewer. You could even see a few well-dressed civilians from time to time.
The thirteenth stall.
He silently counted and quickly found his target.
A large shop selling all kinds of fruits unique to this world.
There was a large area of saplings on the outermost side, with more than ten different varieties.
A middle-aged man with a thin face and a limp is currently taking care of things.
Just as Lear was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a triangular tattoo faintly visible beneath the limping man's rolled-up sleeve.
That was the unique mark of the infamous gang in Ninth Street—the Brotherhood of Purebloods.
Human trafficking, running casinos, smuggling, robbery—there are almost no activities the Pureblood Brotherhood doesn't engage in.
Many of the shops that are openly operated are actually the tentacles used by these underground forces to find targets.
Young and beautiful girls, wealthy guests, would all be recorded on the list.
The purpose of this trip must not be revealed.
Take a deep breath and calm down.
My gaze swept around and I spotted my target – lava fruit tree seedlings.
The saplings were covered in foul-smelling mud, with only a few bright red leaves showing.
Judging from the leaves alone, the red-leaf tree and the lava fruit are completely indistinguishable in appearance.
The lame man heard footsteps and immediately turned to look.
Lear's shabby clothes made the other person frown.
"What do you need, sir? I have fresh fruit and various fruit tree seedlings here."
Lear said softly.
"Sir, I need to purchase green fruit tree saplings, long-leaved tree saplings, and red-leaved tree saplings."
The limping man bought some common saplings, and he didn't bother to say much, just pointing to a pile of saplings covered in mud.
"They're all here. We just received them this morning. One silver coin for every twenty coins. Go ahead and choose what you want to buy."
The price is five copper coins per sapling, which is reasonable in the market.
Seeing that the other party was too lazy to pay attention to him, Lear made up his mind and, without hesitation, began to carefully select from the saplings.
He started with green fruit saplings and long-leaved saplings before finally choosing his target – the lava fruit. Unfortunately, there were only 12 saplings of this 2-star magic plant, so he couldn't buy more.
In the end, he spent two silver coins to buy 40 saplings.
Then, like the crowd around him, he naturally started bargaining. The lame man's expression softened a bit because of the silver coins.
But when he heard that Lear was going to take 40 trees for one silver coin, his lips twitched involuntarily.
After arguing for a while, I finally couldn't stand it anymore and gave him five more saplings, telling him to get lost.
Watching Lear leave with a satisfied look on his back, he couldn't help but spit out a curse.
Kids from the slums are all unsophisticated and have never seen the world. They even have to haggle over such a small thing?
However, the two silver coins he received made him feel much better, and he happily thought about which prostitute he would visit that night.
Lear, carrying the sapling, weaved through several intricate alleyways without making a sound, and exited the Ninth Block.
The saplings, about half an arm's length long, numbered 45 and covered in mud, so they weren't particularly heavy.
This thing is really worthless, and it's covered in smelly mud, so passersby don't even bother to give it a second glance.
Lear looked around.
The obelisk-topped buildings extend outwards along the street, ranging from three to seven stories in varying heights and interlocking.
The exteriors are mostly decorated with stained glass, making them exquisite and beautiful. You can often see noblewomen peeking out of the windows or children leaning against the windows.
The exterior walls of the building are adorned with large plaster reliefs that either praise divine mercy, celebrate heroes, or recount the glorious history of Loran. These exquisite works of art are truly captivating.
The magnificent scene stood in stark contrast to the filthy and stinking Ninth Street behind them.
This gave Lear a strong sense of contrast and irony.
Life is a magnificent robe, crawling with lice.
Uninterested in appreciating the grandeur of this magnificent city, I silently flagged down a horse-drawn carriage, carrying the sapling towards the city center.
As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, Lear stood before an exquisite and luxurious manor.
The fountain in the center of the gate emitted a large cloud of mist, and a rainbow swirled in the air.
The walls, which are over 10 meters high, are more sturdy than the walls of many small towns.
Every so often along the wall stands a delicate little angel statue, some looking up at the sky, some grinning, and some scratching their heads in deep thought.
The tree was covered with roses, each vibrant flower blooming on the branches and leaves, creating a dreamlike scene amidst the light mist.
Water droplets glistened on the petals, and bees buzzed around.
No further explanation is needed; one glance is enough to tell that this manor is extraordinary.
Lear took a deep breath and strode closer under the watchful eyes of more than a squadron of guards.
"Halt!"
"This is Rose Manor!"
Lear held up the sapling in his hand.
"I have found the magical plant that Princess Philena has offered a bounty for—the Blue Crystal Grass!"