In addition to the equipment system, this time the character panel also comes with a quick inventory, which can’t contain much stuff, just three grids.

In these three grids, two contain healing potions, and the last one is gold coins.

Putting the gold coins here will make Pan Long feel most at ease.

Unfortunately, his gold coins are not enough, and he is still a little bit short of the small goal of buying a dimensional bag.

So of course you have to make more money.

The name "Bloody Coachman" has also become louder in Belgost and almost everyone knows it.

The reason is naturally that Pan Long visited the contact point of the Flame Fist Mercenary Group three times in five days, and brought the large number of heads and various spoils to receive the reward.

The first time is nineteen, the second time is eleven, and the third time is nine.

There are thirty-nine robbers in total, of which thirty-six have only human heads, and three robber leaders are complete corpses.

These guys brought Pan Long two thousand five hundred gold coins (including discounts on their weapons and equipment), and also made his reputation resound throughout Belgost.

Even a professional adventure team may not be able to win when facing a group of robbers. But not only did Pan Long win every time, but also cut off the robbers' heads and brought them back in blood.

This method of decapitation and settlement of accounts is not in line with the habits of the locals. They choose to scalp more often. Although the process is actually more bloody than beheading, at least the "trophy" brought back is relatively less cruel.

At least much smaller size.

But Pan Long had no intention of changing his approach. As a northerner, he was used to be beheading and making achievements.

The profession that people in the north most yearn for is to go to the Jincheng defense line to serve as a soldier - to be a correct person, to be an officer. The most common method for calculating merit in the Daxia army is to behead and make merit.

No matter whether you are killing a monster, a monster, a bandit or even a deserted person, in short, as long as you have a head, try to cut off your head as much as possible, because this is the best proof of the credit.

As for those bad guys who don’t have brains, of course you will be unlucky when you encounter them. Try to find out if you can get some evidence.

This is not only the habit of the northern people, but also the habit of the entire Daxia military. Looking at the heads hanging on the tower of Yumen City, you will know how deeply this habit is.

Pan Long did not intend to change his habits. Anyway, for the legion of the Flame Fist Mercenary Group, is it a big difference as long as it can be proved that he killed the robber, peeled off his scalp or chopped off his head?

As for whether the people of Belgost were shocked by this? Will they make themselves famous because of this? Pan Long felt that it was not a problem.

Notoriousness is also a reputation, and for adventurers, cruelty is also a reliable proof. As long as the tasks are done properly and there is no bad record, it is a good thing to be a good reputation.

For example, with his great reputation and the pile of heads and corpses that appear from time to time in the carriage, he and the "indigenous people" around Belgost got along really well.

Unlike the Arm of Friendship, there are relatively few monsters around Belgost. The Flame Fist Mercenary Group has been clearing out. The more evil tribes were basically killed. The rest are all willing to abide by the rules, such as a group of half-ogreats who live in the north of a nearby lake and make a living by farming and fishing; and some goblins who live in the south who make a living by stealing and robbing, but rarely hurt people...

Pan Long was very curious about their ecology. Every time he wiped out the robbers, he would visit them along the way. With the heads and corpses as proof of force, these relatively peaceful monsters were easy to talk to as long as they gave them some food.

The group of goblins were not very powerful, but there was a warlock among the group of half-ogreats. This guy was not low in level and knew the "identification technique" of the Second Ring Spell. Pan Long used food as a reward and asked him to help identify several of his magic equipment.

There is really a good thing in these magical equipment.

It was a ring called the "Ring of Witchcraft", which doubled the number of spells that the wearer could cast every day.

The first-ring spell is not very powerful, but if it can be used properly, it will also have miraculous effects. Moreover, the number of spells of mages is not large. Many times, a few more spells may be the difference between victory and loss and life and death. So the half-og magician was very jealous of this ring and proposed to trade with Pan Long.

Of course, Pan Long had no objection, so he used this ring to exchange for a lot of spoils.

All come from the "contribution" of adventurers who want to attack this group of semi-ogreats.

Among these spoils, what surprised Pan Long the most was a set of magical armor emitting a glimmer of light. When he saw this, he was completely stunned.

"What kind of person is this?" he couldn't help asking, "You can do it even if you can afford to wear this?"

It’s really not that he underestimated these half-ogreats. You should know that magic equipment in this world is not very common. Although this set of full-body armor is just an ordinary lock mail - it is an armor made of metal pieces with silk leather, stacked layers, with good defense, but it is too heavy - but it is definitely not something that ordinary adventurers can get as a whole enchantment!

As he saw, even the paladins of the major sects or noble knights usually only wore ordinary full-body armor, which was nothing more than the armor's craftsmanship and steel, and it might even be inlaid with an enchanted heart protection mirror... But this was the first time he had seen such an enchanted armor!

Oh, maybe not the first time. The one on Shalofok is probably the same. Unfortunately, it was broken and burned into waste by fire. In the end, I don’t know if it was taken away by the goblin or something...

It has been more than half a month since I came to this world. This is the first time that Pan Long has seen a roughly intact enchanted armor.

Even if it is not a bad star like Sharofok, it is probably not too different. Just because there are more than a dozen ogres in this tribe, there will be ghosts only if they can beat them!

"It was passed down a long time ago, and I don't know how it came from." The half-og magician, the elder of this small tribe, said indifferently, "If you like, just exchange this for the ring."

"I don't want this thing." He shook his head honestly, "and I suggest you... it's better to bury it in the ground and don't tell anyone. This thing is not a joke. Once it is exposed, someone will definitely come to kill your whole family!"

The elder was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of thought, his green face suddenly turned a little white.

"Then I'll give it to you," he said. "I'll give it to you."

Pan Long glared: "You are not kind! I gave this thing to me, so I gave it to me. I don't wear this kind of metal armor, what's the use of it? Do you have to ship it to the Baldur Gate and sell it? What if you meet a guy who knows the original owner?"

The elder smiled awkwardly: "Then... I'll post something else for you?"

Pan Long was speechless.

(Who said these half-ogreats are honest? What a f*ck! They can even make trouble for Jiangdong!)

But he really needs money now, and this set of armor can really be sold at a high price.

If you get a set of armor like this, you can go to the black market at the Baldur Gate and you can sell it immediately as soon as you open your mouth. The black market merchants can change it slightly and sell it at least twice the price after replacing it.

But he wouldn't just accept this armor. It was a stolen item, and there might be a lot of trouble behind it. If it is said that it can be worth two thousand gold coins when sent to the black market of Bode Gate, then it can only be worth five hundred at this time and here... or the friendship price.

His ring is definitely not only the price, not only the price, but also much higher.

Witchcraft rings are a very expensive type of ring-type magic equipment. Even if his phone is only the lowest level, it can only add one spell position to a spell, and its value must be calculated using "ten thousand".

Such a ring may be able to be replaced with more than one dimension bag or the most advanced one.

But looking at the expression of the half-ogreat elder, he knew that the other party wanted to buy it no matter what. Then he could only have a little trouble and exchange it for something of a considerable or even higher value here.

In the end, Pan Long took away a lot of weapons and equipment from this semi-ogreat village, almost sweeping away all the spoils they had accumulated over the years.

Even so, the elder smiled and was very satisfied.

In terms of value, they must have paid a lot. But as the saying goes, "labor determines value, demand determines price" (although they have definitely never heard of this), these weapons and armor are not suitable for tall half-ogreats, but that ring is different.

He looked at his left hand, and a ring on his index finger was flashing in the sun.

"The magic ring is really a treasure in the world. Just by being able to change the size according to the size, it is stronger than all other magical equipment!"

Hunting a carriage full of goods, Pan Long came to Belgost again, delivered the spoils this time, and obtained six hundred gold coins.

"Your efficiency alone is worth two or three of our teams." The female officer said with interest, "Are you interested in joining our Flame Fist Mercenary Group? If you are willing to come, you can become the captain."

Pan Long shook his head: "I'm not used to joining the organization and being restricted, and... this is the last time I've done this business. Next I'm going to the Baldur Gate."

"What are you doing at Baldor's Gate?"

"I have saved enough money and want to buy a dimensional bag."

The female officer smiled: "What about after buying the dimensional bag? You have to make money again, you can't leave the dimensional bag empty."

"Let's talk about it then."

(At that time, I probably won’t be in this world anymore.)

Pan Long shook his head, this time he didn't even take a shower or stay, so he drove the carriage and left Belgost.

A week later, he arrived at the largest city in the area, "Bad Gate", and found a black market to sell all the unnecessary things, and his money reached an astonishing number of 30,000.

He bought three high-end dimension bags in one go. He looked at the three black leather bags and smiled with satisfaction.

After laughing, he sighed softly.

"The black on this bag is clearly solidified blood..."
Chapter completed!