Chapter 627: Brothers, Do You Want Visas’s Corpse Blocks?!_3
Back then, Ulu got a finger he thought was fake from a black market dealer, which set the story in motion.
But this black market dealer named Lair was clearly not as skilled as the one Ulu encountered, at least his sack didn’t have the real goods.
Bai Wei watched as Lair sneaked toward a burly man, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He could make this guy have the real goods, after all.
“Hey, buddy.” Lair approached the burly man, who didn’t seem too bright, and asked in a low voice, “Want to buy some good stuff?”
The burly man looked at him, puzzled, “What good stuff?”
“Everything you can think of!” Lair enthusiastically sold, “There’s nothing I can’t sell. See this blue Magic Potion?”
“Special knockout spray! Just a little spritz and they’re out.” Lair’s face was ambiguous, “Any woman you fancy, you can completely…”
“Get lost! I’m not interested in that.” The burly man was full of indignation, “I’m a reserve Rhein Knight, and you want me to do that kind of thing?!”
“Rhein Knight, huh!” Lair immediately understood, pulling out a yellow Magic Potion, “Try this instead.”
“And what’s this for?”
“Lubricating the intestines!”
The burly man raised an eyebrow, “Cures constipation?”
Lair thought for a moment, “It can be used for constipation too.”
The burly man was full of question marks, feeling Lair was being problematic, and was about to leave, but Lair stopped him again.
“Wait, if you don’t want any of these… do you want power?”
Lair’s voice suddenly deepened, turning from a dubious fake medicine seller into a mysterious merchant.
“Power?” The burly man indeed halted his steps.
“Yes. Do you know… Visas’s Corpse?”
The eyes beneath the burly man’s pointy-head slightly narrowed, and Lair knew he had found the right target.
Visas’s Corpse was a staple scam among black market dealers, almost everyone had one finger.
Though it sounded utterly ridiculous, how could Visas’s Corpse be faked?
But actually, it wasn’t difficult. There was a unique method among black market dealers that could make severed limbs “indestructible” for a certain period, and the hallmark feature of Visas’s Corpse was that it wasn’t affected by any means, so doesn’t this fit the bill?
Of course, the “indestructible” created by black market dealers was not truly indestructible, anyone with some knowledge of high-level spells could easily tell real from fake and naturally wouldn’t be fooled.
But such people would never be the targets of black market dealers.
The targets of black market dealers were always people burly man, with the pointy head signifying little brains, yet just enough knowledge about Visas to get tricked.
This kind of outsider wasn’t easy to encounter, but once encountered, they could make a significant score.
Sure enough, upon hearing about Visas’s Corpse, the burly man involuntarily lowered his voice, “You have this stuff?”
“Of course.” Seeing the burly man take the bait, the black market dealer immediately followed up, “I have one finger, pretty sure it belongs to Visas.”
“…You’re kidding me, right? If it’s real, would you still be selling it?”
“Why not?” Lair spread his hands, “Visas’s power entails risk, and only those with great courage and power are fit to possess it. I’m self-aware enough to not bear such risks, so naturally, I’m here to make a big score. And whether it’s fake or not, you can test it yourself. Visas’s Corpse can’t be damaged by any means.”
At hearing the description of great courage and power, the burly man couldn’t help but straighten his back, eyes filled with greed and desire.
In Lair’s view, this was the look of a fat sheep.
“So, do you want it?”
The burly man bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, then still said, “Let me see it first! Let me verify.”
Heh, once you verify, you’ll have to pay.
Lair was confident the burly man couldn’t distinguish real from fake, leisurely opened his bag, and was ready to sell the nearly rotting finger inside.
But upon opening the bag, he was stunned.
Because he saw two severed fingers inside the bag…
“Hey, why are you standing there?” the burly man asked cautiously, “You’re not trying to trick me, are you?”
“Ah, no, no, of course not.” Lair quickly reached into the bag, ready to pull out one of the severed fingers.
Yet, somehow, a strong sense of unease overwhelmed him, prompting him to skip the finger and grab something else to hand to the burly man.
“What’s this?” The burly man looked at the stubby limb, eyes wide, “A toe?!”
“Uh-huh.” Lair nodded repeatedly, “Visas’s toe.”
“You just said it was a finger!”
“Uh, I forgot, the finger sold last week.”
“You sold it last week?!”