Dong Xiaoman handed a black stone to the fire dragon's apple in front of him.

"What's this……"

Fire dragon apple mosuo stone in hand.

The surface of the stone is rough, a bit like volcanic rock. It is about the size of an adult's fist and cannot be completely held with one hand. On the surface of the stone, there are faint red lines flickering, forming a two thousand pattern.

"so amazing!"

I feel that the stone in my hand is valuable.

Fire Dragon's Apple couldn't help but asked doubtfully.

"This is a merit stone. Well... it's something designed by that person. It's very useful anyway. It's equivalent to currency in the tribe. You can go around and find other elders to exchange for weapons or merits.

...Come on, young man!"

Dong Xiaoman looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

He speaks in an old-fashioned way.

But it didn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

"All right!"

I heard Dong Xiaoman explain this.

Fire Dragon's Apple immediately understood the purpose of this thing in his heart.

This stone has been unconsciously equated with gold coins.

And the power of the fire dragon's apple to hold this meritorious stone was unconsciously stronger.

Put the merit stone into your arms.

Fire Dragon's Apple waved goodbye to Dong Xiaoman.

After leaving the tent.

The Fire Dragon's Apple goes straight to the point.

The owner of the weapon shop is a tall barbarian. His true age is unknown, but judging from his appearance, he must be at least forty or fifty years old.

Strong body.

Dark skin.
Chapter completed!