Wizard: I brought the wrong system

Said to pay back the money, but Yarrow put the twelve secret treasures in front of him, smiled and said:

"This is what I gained yesterday. See if you can help me find a way to sell it. After earning magic stones, you can directly deduct the material fees I used from you before."

Except for a wild lion coat of arms that Yarrow kept as a tactical supplement, all the treasures harvested from Morton are here.

The strongest of these secret treasures can only use second-level tricks, which is far inferior to the shadow wolf pendant that Yarrow once encountered. The shadow wolf pendant only sold for 80 magic stones. If the secret treasure is shot normally, it should be around 500 magic stones.

Harvey's owner knows.

In fact, you are looking for yourself to deal with dirty goods. Isn't the so-called "paying back the money" an intermediary fee for yourself?

But facing the "business" that can harvest more than a hundred magic stones, he really couldn't refuse.

With just one glance, the owner of Harvey suddenly let out a cry:

"Cursed Magic Crystal Boots?"

After carefully looking at it, the owner of Harvey confirmed: "Yes, it is indeed the cursed magic crystal boots."

Following Harvey's owner's gaze, Yarrow asked puzzledly, "Why? Are these crystal boots famous?"

The owner of Harvey didn't talk too much about the origin of these secret treasures, nodded and explained:

"It is rumored that this is a cursed magic weapon. It is said that the woman who wears it will soon usher in the end of her destiny."

Yarrow looked at the pair of gorgeous crystal boots in surprise: "The end of fate? It's just a low-level enchanted secret treasure. Is it so exaggerated?"

The owner of Harvey scratched his few remaining hair:

"The rumors are like this. It often appears in auction houses in the black market, and every time it appears, the value will be more expensive. As far as I know, the latest price has risen to more than 300 magic stones."

"It's going to increase in price?" Yarrow couldn't understand, "Shouldn't this secret treasure with obvious negative effects be destroyed directly?"

The owner of Harvey spread his hands and said, "How can it be destroyed? This kind of treasure is very targeted, but it has a large audience."

"Audience? The story of the poisoned apple?" Yarrow mused.

Shopkeeper Harvey nodded: "That's right, just like the fairy tale about the king dressing up as a wandering wizard and poisoning the poor little prince, when the family is fighting, such a cursed crystal boot is better than any powerful treasure use."

"Huh? The king poisoned the little prince?"

Yarrow didn't react for a while, but soon recalled the stories he saw in the castle when he was a child.

"Oh, yes, that's right, that's the story, Harvey, have you read that story too?"

Speaking of which, since Morton has this treasure in his collection, maybe Ian's mother was really killed by him.

"This is normal. Many wizard families have such books, because these fairy tales were created by a great star wizard. They will not be infected by strange forces, and they are very suitable for children to read. They have been passed down for many years. , is widely praised and loved." The owner of Harvey said as it should.

I didn't expect that a few small fairy tale books have such a great origin.

Yarrow was feeling a little emotional, but he heard Harvey's shopkeeper ask: "Brother Yue... do you want to destroy it?"

"Of course not, as I said before, let's sell all these secret treasures."

Harvey couldn't be moved by Fernando's wizard family asking for two thousand magic stones a year, and Yarrow was naturally not worried that Harvey would run away with his donation.

Shopkeeper Harvey then looked around at the other secret treasures, his eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly: "Although the power of these secret treasures is not strong, they are well-known around here, and they can only go through the black market channels inside the plain. Come, there will be at least [-]% loss..."

Yarrow nodded and said, "I've left this to you, you can make the arrangement yourself... By the way, Harvey, do you have wind disc gold, wind bell stone, and evil spirit suppression stone here?"

The shopkeeper Harvey was taken aback: "You got the wind dragon armor made by Ian?"

He quickly came back to his senses and quickly apologized: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, I ordered many materials for that wind dragon battle armor, so I didn't realize it for a while."

Yarrow waved his hand: "It's okay, news should spread soon in the follow-up, and you will naturally know what happened... By the way, don't tell Ian about me."

Isn't Ian dead?

Harvey nodded, calmed down, and led Yarrow to the material library, explaining:

"The wind dish gold material is light, and it has a wind magic power, and I will add some to the imitation armor.

Wind Bell Stone, which can adjust the wind disc gold on the armor.

These materials are in stock in the warehouse.

As for the evil spirit suppression stone, although this material is not advanced, its use is really limited. In addition to being used to adjust the bone meal of the devil, some hunting teams with relatively weak strength will use this kind of stone as a weapon. If it's too big, I can ask the nearby hunting supply store to help bring some over. "

"Yes," Yarrow said later, "Can you help me prepare silver essence, vanadium fossils, murloc glue, desert salamander blood... these materials? I will pay you the magic stone at the market price."

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With the space bracelet as a cover, Yarrow's behavior style was also a little looser. After leaving the Mannheim Bazaar for a while, he put all the purchased materials into the space ring, and then rode a brisk horse to drive away. To the viscount territory.

Yarrow originally planned to go directly to the Dryad Forest, but when he arrived near Lex City, someone summoned him.

"Lord, there are three strange-looking guests waiting for you in the Viscount's mansion. They arrived before dawn, and they have been waiting for a long time."

A guest with a strange appearance?

Yarrow's heart moved, those witchers finally came?I don't know how many magic plants were brought?

"Take me there."

The once gorgeous decoration of the Viscount's Mansion no longer exists, leaving only incomplete traces and simple-colored carvings.

After the gold and silver were stripped, the appearance of the mansion was a bit more desolate, but it was lively because of the people coming and going.

The delicate flowers in the garden have long disappeared, and the tenacious little yellow flowers have occupied this fertile land sparsely, as if they were new life born from the volcano.

When Yarrow walked by, the passing servants and craftsmen stopped one after another and saluted reverently and gratefully.

"Praise you, may your power be endless and your glory eternal, great lord!"

"Praise you, may your sword shine invincibly, and your magic drive away all evil, great lord!"

"Praise you, may your victory be unstoppable, your name will be sung forever, great lord!"

"Thank you for your blessings." Yarrow smiled back.

In this way, he walked all the way to the living room of the Viscount's mansion.

"Master Yue." The tall Dylan immediately saluted.

Yarrow nodded, and Anabe who was next to him immediately greeted him, saluted and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yue."

This time he no longer called 'Mr. Yue Xiao'.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Anabe, um, and these two gentlemen whose names I don't know." As he spoke, Yarrow turned his attention to the two people beside Anabe.

"Good afternoon, honorable Viscount, I am Francis, it is an honor to meet you." Francis bowed with his chest in his hands, saluting neatly.

He is tall and burly, with strong and powerful muscles, a head of thick short silver-white hair, a pair of sharp blue eyes under the bushy eyebrows, an obvious scar on the left cheek, a resolute face, a slight beard on the chin, giving A feeling of firmness and determination.

Wearing a strange battle armor with half metal and half leather armor, he carried a big sword and a powerful crossbow on his back.

"Edgar!"

Edgar saluted concisely.

He has a handsome appearance and deep eyes. Under the tall bridge of the nose, he has a well-groomed mustache. He is well-proportioned and flexible. He is wearing a black tight-fitting leather jacket, which looks a little thin against the giant bear-like figure beside him. .

Carries a double-edged dagger and a well-crafted shortbow.

Berserkers and assassins?

Hmm... and the old fritter mercenary next to him.

This is Yarrow's first impression of them.

However, although these three people have different styles, they all have a strange feeling in their appearance, as if they have done too many plastic surgery and received a lot of hyaluronic acid, giving people a false and weird feeling.

"Moon Lord, these two are mercenaries who gave up their identity as demon hunters like me. They came here this time to deliver on our previous agreement." The bearded Anabe introduced beside him.

"Welcome to my territory as guests... Oh yes, Dylan, can my living room still accommodate these distinguished guests?" Yarrow said, looking at Dylan next to him.

Yarrow didn't forget the messy look he saw in the living room last time.

Dylan, who was wearing a black formal suit, pushed open the door of the living room next to him, bowed gracefully and said, "My lord, the gold and silver decorations on the living room cannot be repaired in a short time.

However, the furniture and furnishings in the living room have been rearranged to ensure tidiness and comfort, and the walls and floors have been carefully cleaned and cared for.

At the same time, we have prepared tea and snacks for the guests, and hope that the guests will not take offense. "

"That's good enough."

Yarrow smiled, and then explained to the former demon hunters next to him: "Some accidents happened in the Viscount's territory before, and the entire Viscount's mansion was almost ransacked. If there is any problem, please forgive me .”

Although there was a big bag next to the few people, and it seemed that all of them were filled with magic plants, but Yaluo didn't mention anything about magic plants.

'Berserker' Francis seemed to be unable to bear it any longer: "Mr. Yue, we are here..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old fried dough stick Anabe took a step forward and said loudly at the same time: "So we are Mr. Yue's first guest? Oh, Francis, Edgar, we are really honored!"

As he spoke, he walked through the door.

The living room is greeted by a bright light, and the soft sunlight pours in through the large windows, illuminating the entire space.

Drapes in pale tones add a warm touch to the light, and the floors are finished with smooth timber floors, exuding a natural and cozy feel.

There is a group of Zhouzheng wooden chairs in the center. The wooden chairs are covered with a layer of soft fabric, which feels soft and comfortable at first glance. Some green plants are dotted around, making the whole living room look more simple and natural.

It's different from the drunken and rotten old days, and it's not like the dilapidated and depressed ones before.

It also has charm and beauty.

After all, just using some earlier curtains from the Viscount's mansion, let the carpenter make a group of chairs, and add a little decoration, the whole living room has completely changed its appearance.

"Very good! Dylan, you are a professional!" Yarrow praised without hesitation.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dylan nodded politely, and then asked, "Master Yue, do I need to prepare any other tea for you? We have sirloin black tea, lemongrass tea, and some coffee arrived yesterday. If you need it, you can grind it right away. "

"Is there any more blueberry cider?"

"Yes." Dylan nodded.

"Give me a bottle of fruit wine, it's already evening, I don't want to be unable to sleep all night," Yarrow smiled, and then looked at the guests next to him, "How about you?"

Francis: "Sirloin black tea."

Edgar: "Coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, no milk."

Anabe sat down on the soft chair generously, beckoned and said, "Is there any beer? No? Alright, then bring me a bottle of fruit wine."

Soon, the drinks were served.

Yarrow signaled the maids to back down, then played with the wine glass, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, as if he asked casually, "Can you tell me why you came to visit suddenly today?"

Anabe stuffed a piece of pastry casually, ate the crumbs, and said indifferently: "Because they didn't plan to talk to you before, but they suddenly found out what happened yesterday, so they hurriedly asked me to come and find you." .”

Francis sipped his tea calmly, as if it wasn't him.

Edgar was frowning at Anabe's eating, and couldn't help but ask, "Anabe, can you be more careful when you eat?"

"There is nothing to pay attention to. Every time you have something to eat, don't eat more. When there is nothing to eat, you will know that you are hungry...Come on, Francis, try it too. This pastry is quite good."

Seeing that Anabe was eating deliciously, Yarrow also picked up a piece of pastry.

Hmm... It's not that the taste is bad, the normal pastry taste is far inferior to the barbecue that Anabe had before.

After eating a piece, Yarrow stopped doing anything, picked up the glass instead, slowly drank the fruit wine in the glass, and cast his eyes on the other two: "Why did you change your mind?"

Anabe swallowed hard the food in his mouth, and before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly replied, "It's not because of your strength anyway."

Yarrow couldn't help laughing: "Do you believe this sentence?"

"It's not just because of your strength." Edgar added calmly.

The seemingly rude Francis nodded and said: "No matter how strong you are, what does it matter to us? What I promised you? That was what Anabe promised. We have already left the identity of the witcher, and we are friends with him at best. relation.

I have never heard of the truth that you can help a friend deal with something. "