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The next morning, Moen was going to take Damon to the town.

He always remembered that Damon asked him to help him find seeds. In the past few days, he had found a businessman selling seeds in the town, and decided to take Damon to see if it was what he needed today.

"Actually, I want to buy it for you, but I don't have enough money, so..."

While talking about the reason, Moen pulled at his patched clothes with some embarrassment.

Moen's words reminded Dimon that he has no money now!

"Uh...Actually...I don't have any money..."

Mo En was taken aback: "Huh?"

Moen's round purple eyes were full of expressions like "Isn't Damon joking?"

Damon pulled open his cloak in embarrassment, and showed Moen his empty pocket: "Although I look decent, things like money... are also a problem for me."

So, before setting out to buy seeds, Dimon and Moen were stopped halfway by "money".

Dimon touched his chin: "So, is there any way to make money quickly?"

Morn was dejected: "If I knew, do you think I would eat potatoes every day? By the way, don't you know a lord friend? He asked you to find seeds, didn't he bring you some money? This lord Do you want to eat rice? Isn't it too stingy?"

Eat rice · stingy · Damon turned his face silently: "Ahem... Now, there may be only one way..."

"What way?" Moen raised his head cautiously.

Damon took out a piece of obsidian from his package, and mobilized his magic power to engrave a pattern on it: "Use our specialty gemstones to make a sacred stone and sell it."

Of course, what Damon wants to do is definitely not the kind of magwenite that he gave to Moln. Let alone how much magic power Damon consumes for that kind of powerful magwenite, if Damon sells this kind of magwenite, He will definitely be targeted by the Paladins in an instant.

A large number of paladins arrived in an instant, and he, the Lord Demon King, would be beheaded immediately.

What Damon made was just a small obsidian with rays of light attached to it.

The light magic pattern is an extremely simple magic pattern, and it has no other use except for lighting, so Damon drew it in two or three strokes.

Although simple, the obsidian and the magic pattern of light instantly show an extremely dazzling light. The black stone reflects colorful rainbow light. Anyone will be unconsciously attracted by the brilliance emitted by this stone. .

Moen was no exception, but he only looked at it for a moment before turning his eyes away.

Stretching out his hand to cover the guardian stone that Damon gave him on his chest, Moen thought to himself: That stone only has a little fluctuation of magic power, and the guardian stone that Damon gave him is a precious treasure .

Dimon looked at the thing he made with satisfaction. In this remote place, this thing might be able to sell for a good price. After all, there are many people who like such flashy and shiny things.

"Is there any place where you can buy gems?" Daemon asked Moen after packing the obsidian, which he had packaged so beautifully.

Mo En thought for a while: "I know there is a gem merchant in the town. He has been buying precious gems and reselling them to other cities. If you want, I can take you there."

So before buying the seeds, Damon and Morn went to the residence of the gem merchant in the town.

It was an extremely conspicuous shop, occupying the whole house at the corner of the street as a shop, and the words on the signboard outside were composed of precious stones with the words "Onyx".

People walking in and out of the store were all dressed in expensive clothes, followed by two or three servants. All of these people looked at people through their nostrils.

Moen walked across the street and didn't want to go any further. He tore his old clothes, pointed to the opposite shop, and said to Damon: "The shop in front that says 'Red Agate' is it, Damon, you go there Bar."

Dimon wondered: "Aren't you going with me?"

Moen laughed dryly: "I'm too poorly dressed, the people at the door won't let me in..."

At the door of the "Red Agate", stood two strong and strong men with fierce expressions and tangled muscles. They looked like they could hit five with one.

But Damon still didn't want to leave Moen alone on the street, because the child had kept his head down since he arrived in the town, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to meet people. He even almost got lost several times while walking. I feel inferior because of my purple eyes, so I hide it.

Being able to accompany him to the town has already troubled Morn. It would be too cruel for him to leave this child here alone and let him face the strange eyes of those around him.

So Dimon took Moen's little hand and said to him: "But if I go alone, I don't understand the market here, Moen, you are at least a resident here, if you don't come with me, I will be killed." What if they cheated?"

How can these people fool Dimon?If you dare to lie to Dimon, Dimon can kill all these guys with one finger, right?

I thought so in my heart, but Moen didn't refute, because he didn't want to leave Damon either.

Although the people in the town didn't know him very well, as long as he raised his head to reveal those purple eyes, those people would look scared and shy away from him. Moen felt that this feeling suffocated him.

Moen nervously tugged at the corner of his clothes that had been washed white: "But, Damon... I was kicked out by their people before... Maybe they will recognize me..."

Damon frowned: "What's going on?"

Moen took out a string of rusty necklaces from around his neck. There were two gemstones hanging on it, one was the guardian stone that Damon gave him, and the other gemstone worn on it was very dim. It was found that there was a purple brilliance flowing on it.

"This amethyst is a relic left by my mother. Not long after she passed away, the food at home was gone. I went to the town to buy some food, but I didn't have money to buy it, so I wanted to use this amethyst as money. "

"But they thought I was poor, so they wouldn't let me in...and beat me up and kicked me out..." Moen lowered his head: "However, fortunately, they didn't accept this gem at that time, and I still have it now. I can use this jewel to pay homage to my mother..."

"Dogs see people as inferior!" Damon grabbed Mo En's arm and said, "Today I will teach them a lesson for you!"

When Damon dragged Moen to the door of the gem merchant's shop, two strong men at the door reached out to stop Moen and Damon, and said in a rough voice: "Sir, this is a gem merchant's shop, not tramps can come in." The place."

Another burly man smiled contemptuously: "Isn't this the little devil Moen? If you want to eat, you can go to the garbage dump two streets away. There are things you want there."

Moen pursed his lips, lowered his head, and covered his purple eyes.

Damon put his hands on Moen's back, comforting the child.

"Hmph." Damon sneered: "Why, do you think the gems on my body are more valuable than your head?"

Damon's tone was extremely gloomy, and he deliberately lowered his voice. The sullen breath that he heard made people feel chills.

Damon also released [-]% of his magic power to frighten the two of them.In an instant, cold sweat dripped from the heads of these two strong men.

The situation at the door attracted the attention of the people in the store. Seeing this, a middle-aged man with a mustache in the store rushed up to greet him, nodded and bowed to Dimon: "I'm sorry, I'm the supervisor of 'Red Agate'. People don't have long eyes, please don't be angry, distinguished guests, please come in, here are the best refreshments in our store, serve them to the guests!"

Daemon laughed lightly, removed the magic pressure exerted on the two big men, and flicked the dust on the corners of the jersey with disgust: "If you don't need the eyes, you can throw them away. After all, gems are better than those that grow on the face. Useless things are much more precious."

When the two big men heard Damon's words, their legs trembled like sieves.

"This guest is right! I will teach them well." The supervisor smiled at Damon and waved to the right.

Behind the supervisor, a man taller than the two strong men came out, and he stared at them expressionlessly. man's collar and dragged them into the backyard.

There was a cry of pain, and soon the two were thrown out, lying on the ground with wounds all over their bodies.

"You have been fired," the supervisor threw down a few silver coins, "this is your salary."

The two big men seemed about to say something, but they were glared at by the strong man next to the supervisor, they hurriedly picked up the silver coins on the ground, and limped away.

"Guest, are you satisfied?"

"reluctantly."

Daemon nodded proudly, and led Moen into the red agate.

This episode did not attract many people's attention. After all, it was precisely because of this vigorous style that Red Agate attracted all kinds of guests. People in the town were not surprised by this kind of scene.

But another eye noticed Mo En's figure. It was a young man, and he was the son of the village chief's family in the village where Mo En lived-Gory.

After the village chief came back from Moen’s house, he was bedridden with back pain. Goli came to the town today to find a doctor to see his father’s waist. Saw Morn's figure.

Gorey brought a doctor to see a doctor and bought medicine, and quickly went to tell Gore's sister Bailey about it.

"You mean you saw Morn enter the gem merchant's shop with a tall and mysterious man?"

Bailey and Gore are a fiancé couple. If it wasn't for her brother's injury, she and Gore would get married in half a month, but now because of Gore's injury, their wedding had to be postponed.

"Yes." Gorey said in a deep voice: "That fellow Moen looks unlucky, I will never admit it wrong, that man seems to be very close to him... Do you think it is possible..."

"That man is Mo En's father who has never appeared?"

Bailey was stunned by Gorey's words: "Moen is a little devil, so his father...isn't he a big devil?!"

Gorey quickly covered Bailey's mouth, whose voice suddenly became louder: "Shhh—it's not clear whether it's true...and that little devil Moen has lived in the village for so long, he doesn't have the guts to hurt us. "

Bailey bit her lower lip: "But if that man is really Mo En's father, then it is even more impossible for Mo En to compensate for my brother's injury! Then our wedding—"

Gorey quickly grabbed Bailey's slender palm: "I will never let that little devil interfere with our wedding, just wait, I will definitely get rid of him and let him compensate your brother!"

"It's all up to you, Gorey." Bailey frowned, her waist softened, and she threw herself into Gorey's arms.

The author has something to say: beautiful misunderstandings arise

Gorey and Bailey are about to face off against the real big devil Damon and the fake little devil Moen Friends say this is a real couple pk fake father and son hhhhh