Wizard: I brought the wrong system

The carrying capacity of the deer cart was not much, and the materials of the second cart were basically broken, so the price given by the old man was also much lower.

After cleaning up all the materials, the shopkeeper offered a total of seven magic stones.

After the price was negotiated, Yarrow immediately asked the question of medicine refining.

"My lord, you are the famous 'Moon Dancer', why do you need to continue wasting time refining such a common potion?"

The vicissitudes old man smiled flatly, and said with a hint of thorns: "If you have this time, go to the dark plain to hunt a few more monsters, and you can exchange for a lot of purification potions."

What the old man said made a lot of sense.

But Yarrow's reliance on purification potions is far more than that of ordinary apprentices, just like munitions weapons, you can continue to buy, but you can't know how to make them.

It's just that Yarrow isn't ready to bluntly expose his weakness.

"Make a price, and I'll see if the price is right."

If the gap is not too big, you can indeed consider going to the Dark Plains to hunt for magic stones.

The old man pointed out: "Although this is only a common potion, it is also the potion that is least worried about selling, and it is an important skill for many old apprentices to support their families."

Receive, continue to depreciate.

Sell, keep raising.

Knowing that this is normal, Yarrow smiled freely and reminded: "The value of something does not lie in its preciousness, but in its scarcity."

"I think, as long as twenty magic stones are produced, some old apprentices should be moved."

Having said that, Yarrow looked at the old man: "The owner...what do you think?"

The old man was silent for a moment, looked up at Yarrow's face, and asked strangely: "Have you taken the rejuvenating potion?"

"Don't say such things." Yarrow looked bored.

The old man explained with a wry smile: "My lord's words really don't look like what you can say at your age."

Restraining his emotions, the old man said with a straight face: "My lord, your strength is also strong, and your knowledge is not low. So, can you answer a doubt in my mind?"

"As long as your answer satisfies me, I can give you an introductory manual for potion refining for free."

As the old man spoke, he took out an old and thick book.

"The answer satisfies you?" Yarrow shook his head and refused, "Just tell me how much this book costs."

Free is often the most expensive.

Yarrow didn't want that kind of free if he could.

"Two hundred magic stones."

Yarrow looked bad: "This kind of joke is not very funny."

"Since adults can understand that the value of an item does not lie in its preciousness, then you should also understand that money can bring convenience. Even if you use the method you mentioned, how much time will it be delayed?"

"Besides, an old apprentice who knows how to refine potions should not fall into the level of selling his potion introductory manuscript for fifty magic stones."

The old man opened the book, and the first page of the book recorded the refining process of the purification potion.

Yarrow frowned and reminded: "I should have said that I just want to know how to successfully refine the purification potion."

"I should also have said that this is an introductory manuscript for an old pharmacy apprentice."

Oh?

Judging from what he meant, this book is his introductory manuscript to medicine?

Yarrow looked at the old books under the old man's hands, his eyes flickered slightly, he pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "What do you want to ask?"

The old man closed the book, under the snow-white hair and beard, he stared at Yarrow closely with a pair of brown eyes: "Why did you kill those people!"

"what?"

"Kill? Kill who?"

Yarrow almost thought he had heard wrong.

The old man pointed to the outside of the house, emphasizing: "Your victim under the title of 'Moon Dancer'! Those young children!"

"They? Young children?"

"That's your problem? Those predators wandering around the bazaar, those executioners stained with innocent blood?"

Yarrow felt strangely ridiculous.

The old man roared hoarsely: "They are not executioners, most of them are just temporarily lost children! When they grow up, they will know that it is wrong to do that kind of thing, and they will return to the right path, and many of them are driven to a corner by life , survive there for the time being, they have parents and brothers, they are all real people, why are you so vicious when you attack!"

"Then what are those innocent passers-by who were harmed by them? Are those animals? Are they deserving of death?"

The old man glared: "There are only a small number of them who are cruel, how can you confuse them!"

Cruel only part?

It means that there are cruel ones, even the old people know about it?

Then instead of thinking of a way to stop it, you are blaming yourself for being vicious?

Yarrow: "Meaning, if they beat me to death, I deserve it?"

The old man stared at Yarrow and asked in a muffled voice: "You are so strong, how could they hurt you? Besides, you can ignore them and leave directly. Can they stop you?"

strength?

Not to mention that Yarrow's strength is only instant combat power, and it can only burst out for a short time, and cannot maintain the strongest combat state for a long time.

Simply speaking, he stayed in the academy for too short a time, and it was too late for many wizards to understand.

Prayer, cursing, transformation and other mysterious means, once released on Yarrow, he didn't even have the slightest idea to counter it.

In this case, how dare he hold back?

How dare you let others spy on you?

As long as someone snoops, kill them immediately!

But these reasons, Yarrow is impossible to say out.

What's more, he has to deliberately conceal this information, show an extremely tough stance, and make others dare not have the slightest temptation!

After all, Perrin Castle, which can be traveled back and forth in a day by riding an ordinary elk, is not too far away for any extraordinary person!

Therefore, Yarrow did not deny it, but asked, "Is there any relative of yours?"

Apart from this reason, Yarrow couldn't think of any other reason that could make the old man's brain circuit so strange.

"Is this what you think? Apart from your relatives, can't you have a little bit of empathy?" The old man said bitterly.

"Tolerance for villains is hatred for goodness! So..." Yarrow paused, "I can't understand it!"

Although there are hundreds of people.

Anyone who appears and does anything can appear in reality.

But meeting such an unreasonable and incomprehensible person, Yarrow really didn't expect it.

Can't understand, can't communicate.

Yarrow no longer had the idea of ​​getting the book for free, so he got up and walked out.

The old man shook his head in disappointment: "I didn't expect you to be kind on the surface, but you are actually so cruel!"

"I never thought that you, an old man, have such ridiculous thoughts in your heart!"

Yarrow dropped a sentence coldly, and slammed the door away.