The Rise of the Fallen Prodigy

According to Liam Smith, Marcus will not hesitate to hand over the bracelet if he does not hand it over, but for Liam Smith, Quentin Wilson knows too well. This is a crazy person who does not follow the rules.

Quentin Wilson's face was livid. He had just wanted to take a small advantage, but now he had put himself in a difficult position.

If you surrender it obediently, then your loss of face is inevitable, but if you don't hand it over, then you will absolutely be beaten up, and then it is not so simple as losing face. After all, there is no one around me now who can Cultivation on a par with Marcus, and you and your people are completely lambs ready to be slaughtered.

After this reflection, Quentin Wilson is no fool, naturally understands the truth of the wise man.

Staring at Liam Smith, teeth clenched, hands clenched fists, you can clearly see the blue veins on the back of the hand.

Liam Smith smiled faintly, sighed helplessly, and said, "It seems that second place Wilson is not going to cooperate, Marcus Uncle do it."

"Yes." Marcus gave a smirk.

Watching Marcus's approaching figure, Quentin Wilson's men began to panic. Quentin Wilson, one by one.

"Young master, a good man never loses his sight."

"Yes, young master, we don't need to be angry with a waste of money, it's not worth it."

"..."

Quentin Wilson's face was a little more somber, and he coldly burst out of his mouth a few words: "Liam Smith, you are cruel, I have written down this account."

Then he took the string of hands out of his arms and hurled it at Liam Smith.

With a steady hand, he picked up the chain and handed it to the shopkeeper beside him. The shopkeeper was naturally grateful when he saw the lost things.

Looking at Liam Smith's smug look, Quentin Wilson felt more uncomfortable than eating a fly, and directly put the words: "Liam Smith, don't let me meet you in three big family's races, or I will make you pay all the bills ten times."

Liam Smith's face is still flat, with a dismissive smile: "You just don't avoid me."

Quentin Wilson snorts, "We'll see." With a wave of his big hand, he pushed his way through the crowd and left along the street.

The people around see that the good play has played out, naturally will not continue to stay in place, and they have scattered, but today they understand a truth: Whether Liam Smith is a genius or a Waste of time, Quentin Wilson is always in his hands. Liam Smith seems to be Quentin Wilson's natural Nemesis.

After today, Quentin Wilson will be the butt of jokes again, a Refined gas Realm Level Six being trashed by an innate Realm Level nine.

Whatever the reason, it's a failure.

Contrary to the crowd, Liam Smith looks at Quentin Wilson's figure, frowning slightly, lost in thought.

The words Quentin Wilson had just spoken shook Liam Smith's mind for a long time.

The so-called big ratio of families refers to the competition between the three families every five years, which is the habit of the three families for hundreds of years, and is also a means for the three families to allocate resources.

Whichever clan is victorious gets a greater share of cultivated resources within the jurisdiction of the Silvermoon Valley, a five-yearly gathering in the Silvermoon Valley.

Participating in the competition are all under the age of 16, the various family disciples, after all, the rise and fall of a family still depends on the younger generation, now let them fight for their own future, is also a good experience.

Careful calculation, now there is more than a year to go from the three big Bi, I estimate that I must work hard.

"Young Master, you are very clever. A few words solved the problem of Quentin Wilson." Liam Smith is thinking about something, and Marcus comes up respectfully.

Liam Smith smiled and said, "Uncle Marcus is very generous. He just sent a dog away."

A dog? Marcus was slightly surprised. In Silvermoon Valley, only his own young master dared to describe Quentin Wilson that way, right?

"By the way, I have one more thing to ask Uncle Marcus." Liam Smith hasn't forgotten why he's here in the first place.

Marcus's face immediately turned serious and said, "If the young master has any orders, his subordinates will do their best."

Liam Smith glanced around, saw that no one was around, and whispered something in Marcus's ear.

After listening to this, Marcus seemed a little puzzled, but as a subordinate, Marcus deeply understood the truth of only doing and not hearing, and said lightly: "Young master, don't worry, there are many of these things in Commercial street."

Later, Liam Smith followed Marcus in a certain direction, buying a hat with a black veil and a black robe at several stores.

Separated from Marcus, after dressing up in an unnoticed corner, this is the swagger of the street.

I saw that the whole person was almost covered by black robes, and the black veil on the head also covered the face completely, and I could not see the situation inside.

Returning to the auction house, Liam Smith will finally step into the door with confidence. What he sees is a huge room with two floors above and below. Around the bottom floor are a dozen counters, large and small, in front of which more or less some people are looking at the goods inside.

Many people have taken a fancy to the goods and are there to bargain with the auction house reception people. Although the whole auction house staff is quite a lot, everyone seems to be very orderly, there is no congestion.

This is rare in the entire Silvermoon Valley. To Liam Smith's slight surprise,

It was Liam Smith's first time at the auction house, so his curiosity was naturally aroused and he started to wander around.

It's a pleasure to look at this counter and that counter.

After a stroll down, Liam Smith can see why so many people visit the auction house, which has almost all the resources a warrior can hope to cultivate, and the price is reasonable.

At one corner, Liam Smith finds himself in front of a stone staircase that connects the two floors of the auction house.

Needless to say, there's a lot of good stuff on this second floor. It's a lot better than the first floor, Liam Smith thought, and he started walking up the stone stairs.

But Liam Smith was stopped halfway by a burly man who was all dressed up.

Liam Smith looked up and asked, "Why did you stop me?"

There was a touch of vicissitude in the voice, and it certainly wasn't Liam Smith's own.

It was Alistair's idea, just in case, and Alistair did all the talking once we were in the auction house, so we wouldn't blow our cover.

Hearing Alistair's voice, the burly man respectfully said, "Also ask predecessor to show the VIP card."

"VIP card?" With a murmur.

"Yes, only those with a VIP card can go up to the second floor."

"So I see." Alistair seemed to understand this and gave Liam Smith a slight nod before letting him walk away.

When he arrived at the counter, he saw a young woman.

"What do you want?"

"The old man has something to sell."

A light word, the woman immediately understood the meaning, smiling: "predecessor can go in through the back door, there are predecessor wants." The woman then pointed in one direction.

Following the direction pointed by the woman, there was indeed a small door, and at that moment someone was going in and out.

Alistair didn't hesitate, urging Liam Smith to head for the back door.

Into the back door, the front is a huge yard, the yard around the rows of cabins. At this moment, there are a lot of people under the leadership of auction house staff in different cabins.

While Liam Smith was looking around curiously, a young girl came up to him with a smile and said respectfully, "How can I help you?"

Alistair's voice faded: "I'm here to see pharmacist."

The short sentence was a bit of a surprise to the young lady, who knew Alistair meant that elixir was for sale, and elixir was only made by pharmacist, and there were only a few pharmacist in the Silvermoon Valley, Could this be one of them?

Although confused and shocked, the teenager recovered after a moment and directly turned sideways and said, "predecessor please come with me." Then he will lead the way ahead.

But Alistair stopped him and said, "Wait."

"I wonder what else my predecessor commanded?" The girl looked respectful.

Alistair said lazily, "What level of pharmacist did you take your husband to?"

The girl did not dare to neglect, hurriedly said: "He is our Second Class Pharmacist in the auction house."

"Second Class Pharmacist? Alistair was disgusted. "Give my old husband another one. He's not good enough."

The girl was suddenly a little stunned, and even suspected that her ears had heard wrong. The pharmacist may not be a top pharmacist, but he is a big name in Silvermoon Valley. However, it seems that he is not a pharmacist at all.

"What, can't you hear me?"

The girl woke up from shock, with a cold sweat on her forehead, and said, "Forgive me, predecessor, I will take you somewhere else."

Alistair said nothing and let the girl take him away.

After a few more turns through a corridor of the little yard, I finally stopped in front of a small attic.

There were many strange flowers and plants around, which Liam Smith did not know about, and they gave off a refreshing fragrance, and there was a faint fragrance of medicine in the air.

The girl respectfully said, "predecessor has come."

'Oh? Alistair's voice again: "What rank pharmacist this time?"

'In this attic is our auction house chief pharmacist, Master Ignatius, the top pharmacist in the Silvermoon Valley.' The girl introduced with some pride.

"A third Class Pharmacist can do it, barely." Alistair was nonchalant.

"Barely?" The teenager looks at Liam Smith with wide eyes, not in surprise, but in doubt. Is this guy really good? You're not a liar, are you?

In this Silvermoon Valleythird Class Pharmacist can be the top existence, and the Cultivation is also equivalent to the top master in the Condensate Realm of warrior. Most people don't have time to worship. But in the mouth of the black-robed man in front of me, it is OK. I think it is a big lie. "Thought the woman.

At that moment, a slightly vicious voice came from inside: "Who is standing outside?"

The voice should be an old man, but there is majesty in the words.

The girl turned to the attic and said, "Tell me, Master Ignatius, there is a guest here who has something to sell, and would like to ask you to hand your eyes."

'Oh? Ignatius seemed surprised, then said quietly, "Then let him come in."

"Yes." The teen then made a "predecessor please" to Liam Smith and said, "Predecessor please."

Liam Smith himself is a little upset, but if it weren't for Alistair, he'd probably be gone by now.

Slowly, albeit reluctantly, Liam Smith made his way to the attic.