Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Facing Hill, who seemed to be wealthy at first glance, the grocery store owner didn't hesitate to quote the price for his box of broken books.

But he hadn't been blinded by greed yet, but in front of him was a great mage who was traveling. His calm expression and terrifying aura let him know that he could quote a high price, but he must not blackmail him.

The grocery store owner still knows what the little **** of light around the wizard represent. He has dealt with various merchants all the year round, and he is also very knowledgeable.

He knew very well that if the man in front of him was not the archmage who came to catch the wanted criminal, he would be the one who wanted to go out and see the world after reading a lot of books. Only this kind of people would want to go further north, where there are already barbarians and savages. The place of the orcs.

Normal people, who would go over there casually!

These wizards who travelled are very proficient in prices. Although they don’t bargain because of the money, they will definitely not be so polite. Killing is the reason given by myself.

Moreover, the most important thing is that the wizards who come to the Ten Towns to trade seem to have spells to detect whether they are telling the truth, and they are all ordinary wizards!

He didn't have anything good against spiritual magic on his body, but he definitely didn't dare to lie.

Although the one in front of him won't kill people like those red robes, it doesn't mean that he won't act on fools who dare to deceive himself.

However, the grocery store owner's heart moved, this one seems to like books very much? And don't care if it is a magic book, it is too suitable for him to intervene in the middle!

He bent over, rubbed his hands, and asked respectfully: "Dear Master Archmage, if you still want to collect this kind of books, why don't you give me the task?

There are actually a lot of ancient books in Ten Towns, but the price is not as good as the exquisite fish skull sculptures. It is true that no one buys them, so they are all in the hands of various adventurers.

In your capacity, you probably didn't want to communicate with those rude guys, so you chose to buy these books from me.

But my old Summer can and definitely serve you piously.

Of course, as long as the price can be according to this time, I will travel to ten towns overnight! "

Hill glanced at him with interest and smiled weirdly: "Yes, this Summer...I only stay here for three days and come to you every evening."

"Summer, you can call me Summer." The grocery store owner was agitated. He knew that his thoughts about taking advantage of the situation had been seen through, so he didn't dare to correct Hill's words.

He just repeated his name again with fear, but if this person really doesn't forgive him, whether it is Summer or Summer, it's the same thing.

Hill nodded, turned and flew into the sky, disappearing above the white clouds.

Summer's grocery store was quickly filled with people. This kind of boss who can use nine-level spells has already scared the adventurers here.

This was the first time this commercial street was so quiet, and no ordinary loud voice dared to sound.

"Old Summer! This house...Why does this mage come?" The first big bald man who rushed in, withdrew his inferior remarks in the eyes of Old Summer's violent eyebrows.

"He is going to play in the north. When passing by, he remembered that there were some old books that no one wanted here, so he planned to buy some." Old Summer bent over and said, "I let him buy all the broken books in my box."

"Then you have made a fortune?" The bookstore owner next to him said in a sour tone. He couldn't forget the look in his eyes after the wizard glanced at his maps.

"You don't sell books in the bookstore yourself, so what do you say?" The big man yelled at him without hesitation.

"Yeah... That's an archmage who knows nine-ring spells!" Summer bent over and took out his pipe. "The mage from Ten Towns, who doesn't have spiritual magic on his body?

Lie and deceive people...hehe...it can make a lot of money, but I feel so sorry for my life!

It took so long to settle down. I don’t plan to bet on my life anymore. I don’t believe you have forgotten the things of the previous few years.

A magic apprentice who didn't fart, almost wiped out our ten towns.

If it hadn't been for Brin Sander to be completely scrapped, how could we, Targos, have such a day today.

It's better to be honest with the mage.

I asked the wizard for 2 gold coins for each book, and they were sold at the price of small antiques, regardless of whether it was good or bad. "

The people around him and outside the house became silent. They were all people who had survived the turmoil. Although later I heard that the mage was only controlled by some kind of evil artifact to be so powerful, but At least they all understand that what a divine tool can do, a nine-ring mage can definitely do.

"How long is that going to stay here?" A big guy pushed everyone away and walked in. "Looking at your guilty conscience and shortness of breath, did you keep that one?"

Old Summer wiped his sweat in the mayor’s glare, completely ignoring the others, ‘how dare you? ''S roar, he took a sigh of joy: "He gave me three days to buy antique books from ten towns, each of which is still 2 gold. He will come to pick it up every evening. If you are interested, you can bring it. Let me sell it! I'm a bronzer and I don't say anything less.

The great master offered this price. Those of you who are interested can buy it in other towns. I remember those drunkards who can sell it for 1 silver coin! "

The onlookers were stunned for a few seconds before they suddenly dispersed. Anyway, the weapons are on their backs, and the road between the ten towns is not dangerous. Take advantage of the fact that only these guys around you know, hurry up!

"I have a lot of books in my house." The mayor of Targos said in a low voice, "but I don't believe the price, old Summer, if you don't have any money, you will only close the door and rush to Brin. ? Sander."

"Hehe... I didn't lie." Summer thieves glanced outside and whispered, "But...this archmage, he should have been in Silvermoon City before coming here, but Silvermoon gold coins were used to pay the bill. "

The gold coins they commonly use here are from Neverwinter City and Deepwater City, two gold coins are equal to one silver moon coin.

The mayor smiled and nodded: "I'll be sent by someone later. I also want to see what the silver moon coins look like."

He turned and left, and Old Summer's face twisted.

The big guy who cared about him never left. He frowned and stood aside in silence. When the mayor left, he couldn't help but said, "Old Summer, what does Marco mean? I don't think he will. I need nothing."

"Beshmit, don't worry.

It's just that the books he sent aren't necessarily all antiques. "Old Summer knocked his pipe, "It's okay, he knows in his mind that he can only pit me 100 gold coins, just as I pay the protection fee."

No one else would believe that I didn't make a profit, but Marco sent the books, so they wouldn't say much. "

Beshmi nodded characteristically: "Then I will stay today! What if someone wants to trouble you?"

"You mean the idiot who turned the bookstore into a thieves shop next door?" Old Summer was amused by him, coughing and laughing. "He would be so stupid, but the thieves' union behind him is definitely not stupid.

Don't listen to the jokes that deceive the barbarians, if the wizard can really kill the thieves, it can only prove that the level of the thieves is higher than the wizard!

The law-breaking dagger was never a good thing that low-level thieves could pick up.

Moreover, the one who came today, the leader of the Thieves Union, did not necessarily dare to do anything. "

"Do you know who he is?" Beshmit asked in surprise.

"Hehe...I was born in Silvermoon City, young and handsome, rich and powerful, and even dared to fly in the strong winds of Icewind Valley. There is only one in the nearest Northland, the lord of the city of Aglaia. .

How many times have I told you, and chat with those businessmen when you have time, especially those from Neverwinter City!

Their king has a better character, and the merchant of Neverwinter City has a much better character. When he has nothing to do with him, he can tell the truth.

Unlike the people in Deepwater City and Luskan, who have hooks every sentence and really believe them, I saw that endless purse today, maybe I would dare to do it. "

"Endless money bag?" Beshmit yelled, and was knocked on his head by Summer's merciless pipe, and then lowered his voice, "Is that the small bag that claims to be able to take out fifty thousand gold coins?

My Tapas!

This is too rich! The dragon will feel ashamed to see him, right? "

"He is famously rich. Doufu won the Woking Temple!" Summer was full of reverie, "If I have so much money, who would stay in such a ghost place!"

"But old Summer, you don't go back to the mainland, isn't it because you are wanted?" Beshmit scratched his head and said the truth that made Summer furious immediately.

"Hurry up and get out of here! Go to Brin Sand, where there are so many antique books that the drunks can wipe their ass!" Summer yelled, "I can't use you to accompany me and earn your own wife." !"

Knowing that Summer will not be in danger, the big man left with a smile and left ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He is half of the barbarian descent, and has always hoped to marry a barbarian wife, so he has to pay the barbarian tribe a lot of property. Row.

"Wait." Summer suddenly remembered something, and called Beshmit who was about to leave. "When you get to Brin Sand, you must be a little farther away from the goddess of wealth.

His image is too obvious, the believers of the Friends of Merchants will know it immediately, but never say it from your mouth, you know?

Don't trouble your Tempus! "

Beschmitt rubbed his head with his right hand holding a big axe, and waved his other hand: "Don't worry! Those golden guys, you definitely don't dare to trouble the Tempus brave!

I won't care about them either, Tempus hates Woking the most! "

Summer sighed, held his eyes, and motioned to the rough man to get out.

If his savage father hadn't been his former teammate, Summer would never care about the life and death of this idiot!