Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 661 The long-lost Woking, it turned out to be here

Facing the rich and powerful Hill, the owner of the grocery store quoted the price for his box of broken books without hesitation.

However, he has not been blinded by greed. The person in front of him is a great mage who is out on a trip. His calm expression and terrifying aura let him know that he can quote a high price, but he must not blackmail him.

The owner of the grocery store still knows what the little balls of light around the mage represent. He has dealt with various businessmen all year round, so he is well-informed.

He knew very well that if the person in front of him was not an archmage who came to catch wanted criminals, he would be someone who wanted to go out and see the world after reading too many books. Only this kind of person would want to go further north, where there are already barbarians and The land of the half-orcs.

Normal people, who would go there in their leisure time!

These sorcerers who come out to travel are very proficient in prices. Although they don’t bargain much because they are rich, they will definitely not be as gentle as they appear. Killing is the reason given by oneself.

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

He doesn't have any good things that can resist psychic magic, but he absolutely dare not lie.

Although the person in front of him won't kill people indiscriminately like those red robes, it doesn't mean he won't attack fools who dare to deceive him.

However, the owner of the grocery store was moved. This guy seems to like books very much?And it doesn't matter if it's a magic book or not, it's perfect for him to intervene in the middle!
He bent down, rubbed his hands, and asked respectfully: "Dear Mr. Archmage, if you still want to collect this kind of books, how about entrusting the task to me?

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

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

But my old Summer can, absolutely can serve you religiously.

Of course, as long as the price can be reached this time, I will run all over the ten towns overnight! "

Hill glanced at him with interest, and showed a strange smile: "Yes, this Summer... I will only stay here for three days, and I will come to you every evening."

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

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

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

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

It was the first time that this commercial street was so quiet, and none of the usual loud voices dared to sound.

"Old Summer! This house...why did this mage come here?" The bald man who was the first to rush in retracted his insulting words when Old Summer winked violently.

"He was going to the north for a visit. When he passed by, he remembered that there were some old books that no one wanted, so he planned to buy some." Old Summer bent over and said, "I let him buy all the old books in my box."

"Then you've made a lot of money, right?" The bookstore owner next to him said sourly. He couldn't forget the way the mage looked at him after glancing at his maps.

"You don't sell books in the bookstore yourself, what are you talking about?" the big man yelled at him without hesitation.

"Come on... that's an archmage who knows nine-ring magic!" Summer bent down and took out his pipe, "Which mage in Ten Towns doesn't have spiritual magic on him?

Lying and deceiving people...hehe...it is true that I can make a lot of money, but I really regret my life!
After working so hard for so long to settle down, I don't plan to gamble with my life anymore. I don't believe you all have forgotten what happened in the past few years.

A magic apprentice who is not a fart almost wiped out our ten towns.

If Bryn Shander hadn't been completely abolished, our Targos wouldn't be where we are today.

In the face of the mage, it is better to be honest.

I asked the mage for 2 gold coins for each book, and sold them at the price of small antiques, which is the same price regardless of whether it is good or bad. "

The people around him and outside the house fell silent. They were all people who survived the turmoil. Although it was later heard that the mage was so powerful because he was controlled by some kind of evil artifact, but At least they all understand that what a magic weapon can do, a nine-ring mage can definitely do.

"How long is that guy going to stay here?" A big man pushed everyone away and walked in, "Seeing how guilty you look, did you keep that guy?"

Old Summer wiped his sweat under the mayor's glare, and completely ignored the others'How dare you? ' roared, and took a puff of cigarette happily: "He gave me three days to buy antique books in ten towns, and each book is still 2 gold. He will come to pick it up at dusk every day. If you are interested, you can get it Let me sell it on behalf of you! I didn't say a penny less.

This is the price that the Archmage offered. If you are interested, you can go to other towns to buy it. I remember those drunkards seem to be able to sell it for 1 silver coin! "

The onlookers were only stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly dispersed. Anyway, they were carrying their weapons on their backs, and the road between the ten towns was not very dangerous, so hurry up while only the guys around you know about it!
"I have a lot of books in the house." Mayor Targos said in a low voice, "but I don't believe the price, old Summer. If you have no money to make, you will just close the door and rush to Bullin Hills Germany to go."

"Hey... I'm not lying." Summer glanced outside, and said softly, "But... this archmage should have been in Silvermoon City before coming here, and he paid with silvermoon gold coins. "

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

The mayor nodded with a smile: "I'll send someone over later, and I want to see what the silver moon coins look like."

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

The big man who cared about him didn't leave. He stood aside with a frown and said nothing. After the mayor left, he couldn't help but open his mouth: "Old Summer, what does Marco mean? I don't think he will need nothing."

"Beshmit, don't worry.

That is, the books he sent may not all be antiques. "Old Summer knocked his pipe, "It doesn't matter, he knows, at most he will cheat me 100 gold coins, and he will treat it as my protection fee.

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

Beshmit nodded: "Then I'll stay today! What if someone wants to trouble you?"

"You mean the idiot next door who turned the bookstore into a thief's shop?" 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 those jokes that lie to the barbarians. If the wizard can really kill the thief, it can only prove that the thief's level is higher than the wizard!

A law-breaking dagger has never been a good thing that low-level thieves can hold.

And the one who came today is the leader of the Thieves Union, so he might not dare to do anything. "

"Do you know who he is?" asked Beschmidt in great astonishment.

"Hehe... Born in Silvermoon City, young and handsome, rich and powerful, he 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, chat with those merchants when you are free, especially those from Neverwinter!

Their king has a better character, and the merchants in Neverwinter have a much better character, and they can still tell the truth when they have nothing to do with him.

Unlike the people of Waterdeep City and Luskan, who have a hook in every sentence, I really believe them. When I see that endless money bag today, I might dare to do it. "

"Endless money bag?" Beschmidt roared loudly, but was hit on the head by Summer's merciless pipe, and then lowered his voice, "It's the small bag that claims to be able to take out [-] gold coins?
O my Tempus!

This is so rich!The giant dragon would be ashamed to see him, right? "

"He is notoriously rich, and he won the Temple of Vol'jin in fighting for wealth!" Summer's expression was full of reverie, "If I have so much money, who would want to stay in such a ghostly place!"

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

"Get the hell out of here! Go to Bryn Shander, where there are so many antique books that can wipe the asses of those drunks!" Summer yelled, "I don't need you to accompany me, I can earn your own wife!"

Knowing that Summer would not be in danger, the big man smiled and left. He was half of the barbarian blood, and he had always hoped to marry a barbarian wife. He would have to pay the barbarian tribe a lot of property.

"Wait." Summer suddenly remembered something, and called back Beshmit, who was about to set off, "When you arrive at Brinshander, you must stay away from the Goddess of Wealth.

His image is too obvious, and the followers of the Friends of the Merchant will know it when they hear it, but never let it out of your mouth, you know?

Don't bother your Tempus! "

Beshmit rubbed his head with his right hand holding the big axe, and waved the other hand: "Don't worry! Those golden guys will never dare to trouble the brave men of Tempus!
I don't care about them either, Tempus hates Woking the most! "

Summer sighed, pressed his eyes, and signaled the rough guy to get out of here.

If his barbarian father was not his former teammate, Summer would never care about this idiot's life or death!
(End of this chapter)