I really just want to open a shop

The turmoil caused by the new commodities was far more than that. Vooris was carrying a large amount of commodities on the way to the main city of Caldera, and received a letter from Abel.

He was on his way in the carriage at that time, when his subordinate called him softly and handed a letter into his hands.

When Voorhis opened the letter, his eyes widened and his expression became serious.

After reading the letter, he slapped the letter on the table with a "slap", then stood up, and paced hurriedly in the carriage.

I don't know what he thought of, Vooris quickly looked at his subordinates, and said urgently, "You, hurry up and find an ordinary person without a magic core!"

After he took out the cup of Taro Bobo Milk Tea, he opened it and poured some milky white liquid into the cup, as well as some rich granular solids, which looked ordinary.

Just like everything in that shop, there is no magic power fluctuation.

When an ordinary person was called up and he drank the cup of milk tea, he was sure that what Abel said was true.

In this world, there really are items that can change a person's talent!

The production of the magic core is destined by the sky, and the path you can walk in this life is determined when you are born.

Voorhis could almost predict how big a storm these things would cause among the nobles.

For those aristocrats who have money and have no use for it, a hundred gold coins is nothing at all.

What's more, some nobles don't have magic cores, and they will never be stingy with gold coins just to make themselves warriors or magicians.

Voorhis lifted the curtain of the carriage and shouted at the groom: "Speed ​​up, don't stop on the road to rectify, and hurry to Caldera as soon as possible."

abyss.

Young Lu Si pressed the close button of the gate lightly. It was eight o'clock and the business was closed tonight.

He walked up to his room and looked towards the third floor curiously.

This is a small three-story western-style building, but the third floor has not been opened for a long time and has been blocked.

"What's on the third floor, how can I unlock it?"

The system hesitated for a moment, and said in a shy voice, "Master, I don't know too well...but it should be unlocked after your next world."

Lu Sinian was not too obsessed with this topic, and went to the kitchen to cook a few simple dishes.

Since he bound this system, living in the deep abyss is undisturbed, and he is many times more relaxed than he is on the earth.

Looking at the delicious food in front of him, Lu Sinian gave a low laugh and asked a question that he had never asked before.

"How did you find me? You should have a better choice."

At that time, a mechanical voice sounded in his head, telling him that he was bound to the plane trading system and needed to open stores in various worlds.

Lu Sinian just remained silent for a while, and agreed without asking anything.

Regarding the origin of the system, its existence, and its purpose, he sold himself to the system without any curiosity.

"..."

The system did not respond.

Lu Sinian didn't intend to get an answer at all.

He suddenly changed another topic: "You have always been this mechanical voice? Can't you change it to something else?"

"Master, if you are not satisfied, you can use [-] energy coins to upgrade the voice pack." The system responded quickly.

"Hmm..." Lu Sinian tapped his temple, thought for a moment and said, "Then upgrade the voice pack, your voice makes me uncomfortable."

With a bang, the energy coins were deducted.

"Master...Master." A clear and sweet youthful voice sounded in his mind, hesitating | uttering.

It sounds young, with a childish voice, calling the master to give people the illusion of enslaving children out of thin air.

Lu Sinian's hand to grab the teacup suddenly stopped, and he asked with a smile, "How old are you this year, uh..."

After changing the voice, the system seems to be a lot more lively, different from the stiff mechanical voice before, with some emotion: "Master, counting from the day it was created, it is 26 years old."

Now with such a youthful voice, Lu Sinian even thought of molesting him, and said with a smile: "I think you're as smart as you are."

"Do you have a name?"

"Experiment No. [-] in the Plane Grocery Store."

Lu Sinian picked up the plate and walked to the kitchen, he said, "This is so inconvenient, I'll call you Rongqing from now on."

Tonghua Wanli Danshan Road, the young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix.

The young voice was silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Lu Sinian cleaned up the dishes that he quietly responded with a low voice.

"Ah."

A few days passed, and Voorhis finally arrived at Caldera.

As a well-known businessman, he went to a remote small city to buy goods this time, which really made many people laugh out loud, and some even waited to see the joke.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the main city, the news spread to some interested people.

So before he could go to the station to rest, he was blocked on the road.

His decision to go to Vista City to buy goods this time was a desperate attempt, and he went with the hope of the demon store.

Business in Caldera has not been very good in the past two years, and Viscount Hawthorne has been suppressing his caravan.

The Viscount has territory and a high title, not to mention being the emperor's nephew, trying to eat the big cake of the caravan.

The Voorhis Caravan has been robbed of a lot of business and cannot buy rare commodities. It has already shown signs of decline in the past two years.

But now...

Voorhis couldn't help but snorted coldly, with the things given by those Lord Demons, let alone a mere Viscount.

Even if His Majesty the King is here, he can stand up straight and speak.

Looking at Viscount Hawthorne, who was fully armed and fancy dressed, wishing to look at people with his nostrils, Voorhis was very relaxed.

"Oh, it's Lord Viscount. I don't know why you are here. Why don't you go to see your caravan?"

Hawthorne glanced at Voorhis up and down, and smiled falsely: "Did you buy any good things this time? If you can't get in the goods again, what will your caravan do?"

Voorhis's expression changed, as if he had been poked into a sore spot, he immediately countered, "I don't need to worry about this, I naturally have a solution."

The Viscount now had a plan in his mind, and felt that the other party might not have bought any good goods this time, so he smiled sincerely.

"Hey, I said you too, go all the way to Vitas City in Lawson. If you have the time, why don't you spend more time in the black market in the main city, maybe you can dig treasures, hahahaha."

Voorhis let out a pooh, didn't argue with the viscount, touched the large and small bags of goods on the carriage, and entered the post station without saying a word.

Hawthorn curled his lips, and he just waited for the caravan to go bankrupt and knelt down to beg him.

A group of people turned their heads and left. Hawthorne had completely ignored Voorhis at this time. He was just a businessman who smelled of copper, and he could be crushed with one finger.

After Voorhis entered the post station, he finally showed a smile, and quickly unloaded the goods from the car.

The ones bought from the demon shop are not worrying about selling.

As for Viscount Hawthorne?

Heh, just a Viscount, his target is the higher-level nobles.

Picking up a bottle of Coke casually, after seeing the wonders of these things, he has already figured out how to make the most of them.

These days, Caldera has a rumor that has spread rapidly, and even attracted the attention of many nobles.

It is said that an unknown businessman suddenly rose up, and he has many strange and unheard of things in his hands.

In the beginning, those nobles boasted of their high status and had seen many rare treasures, so they didn't take it seriously at all.

As the wind got louder and louder, the other products were just fine, but there were a few that were coveted.

For example, the cola that can be promoted, the candy that restores mental strength.

What is even more unbelievable is the milk tea that can make people produce magic cores.

That's really a fantasy, they just take it as a joke, and it's nothing to ridicule a few words.

But the price of that thing is so cheap, it’s only a few hundred gold coins, and throwing it out and throwing it into the water can’t hit a big one, so I couldn’t help thinking about buying two and trying it out.

For a while, many nobles were arrogant and contemptuous on the surface, and secretly sent people to inquire about it.

Those without combat talent are even more anxious, looking around for channels to buy.

At a grand banquet held by the royal family, many nobles were invited to the banquet, and everyone toasted and drank together, making it bustling and lively.

An elegant lady in a long white dress took a piece of delicate pastry from the table, and she whispered to the rest of the sisters.

"Alice, do you know that businessman? I heard that the propaganda is very true. It can really give magic core talent."

"Well, who doesn't know, the whole circle is discussing it, but what kind of purchase restriction queue does the merchant have, and I pay several times more money and won't buy it. He doesn't know my background, and he doesn't know anything about the world."

Mrs. Cofibol sighed, and said sadly: "Hey, my son who doesn't live up to expectations has no talent at all. I want to find a way to buy it in advance. If it is so magical, it must be rare. It would be a waste to give it to the common people."

Alice rolled her eyes, and suddenly remembered something: "Isn't that Viscount Hawthorne also engaged in some kind of caravan, maybe he knows, you might as well ask."

The madam suddenly realized, and after thanking Alice, she decided to visit Viscount Hawthorn in person after the banquet was over.

On the other side, Hawthorne was furious. He violently swept the things on the table to the ground, smashing them to pieces.

"Find out for me, who is that person, and who dares to spoil my good deed!"

He gritted his teeth, unable to restrain the anger in his heart.

He thought that if he killed Voorhis, the top businessman, his caravan would be able to move forward and earn a lot of gold coins, but unexpectedly there was a roadblock on the way.

"My lord, Mrs. Coffey Pole has handed over a greeting card, and would like to invite you to see her."

Hawthorne's eyes lit up, and he stood up hastily. This is the countess, and it's rare to see her on weekdays.

When he strode out of the room, his posture became slow and leisurely again, with a dignified meaning.

"Madam, you are here this time, but you have something important to tell me. Come, pour a cup of tea and talk slowly."

He waved his hand and assigned his attendants to fetch the good tea.

Mrs. Kofipol waved her hand, and went straight to the topic: "I really have something important to tell you this time."

Hawthorne could hardly contain his joy. If he got connected with the countess, it would be a matter of face in the royal banquet in the future.

He coughed twice and sat up straight: "Madam, please tell me, if it's within my ability, I will definitely take care of it."

"I don't know if your excellency knows about my son who doesn't live up to expectations. He has never been able to absorb magic power. I heard that recently someone is selling something that can cure the magic core. If you have any news, please inform the Earl's Mansion, thank you you."

Hawthorne's expression became more and more rigid as he spoke, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he stood up with a bang.

Kofi Pole was taken aback and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Hawthorne tried his best to maintain his etiquette, and after forcing a few polite words, he sent Mrs. Cofibol out of the mansion.

Looking at the carriage where his wife left, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his face was hideous.

Damn, damn, who is it!

He will not let him go if he ruins his own good deeds!