Polar Bear

"See that? You gave up on a good deal. Now the price has increased; 50 gold for one Azsharite Cystal," the Warrior player laughed coldly. He didn't think that Lu Li would be an important person, otherwise, he wouldn't be out here buying materials himself. He could just wave his hand and his minions would do it for him.

"What mercenary group are you from?" Lu Li asked, feeling troubled. This was the problem of keeping a low profile.

He was a Thief, and his class destined him to be low profile. As someone who had reincarnated, it was best for him to grow rich silently. His personality was also a part of the reason; the slums were always filled with dead people. Those who died first were always the ones who made a name for themselves.

"Polar Bear mercenary group!" the Warrior declared proudly.

"Never heard of you guys."