Chapter 1519 Ivar The Cripple

Unexpectedly, the cripple was disgusted by the flail and tossed it aside. “Young man, I am crippled but not blind. You are making a fool of me with this junk which cost eighty cents per kilogram. Aren’t you going a little too far?” he reprimanded with a hint of anger in his tone. A flabbergasted Dickson was left speechless. Tyr sighed, then took out a stack of money from his wallet and put it in the cripple’s hand. “Now, tell me. Where is that place?” Tyr asked. After weighing the money in his hand, the cripple nodded his head in satisfaction and immediately revealed, “Ghost Market.” “Ghost Market?” All three of them looked at each other. Obviously, none of the trio had heard about this place before. With a smile, the cripple continued, “Everything sold in this antique street is fake. Real tomb robbers would never sell the authentic items they’ve stolen from tombs here. The Ghost Market is where they sell their stolen goods. “As such, there are almost no fake goods in the Ghos