Facing Hill, who looked like he had a lot of money, the grocery store owner quoted a price for his box of shabby books without hesitation.
However, he had not yet been blinded by greed. The person in front of him was a great mage who was traveling. His calm expression and terrifying aura let him know that he could quote a high price, but he must not blackmail him.
The grocery store owner still knows what the small balls of light around the mage represent. He has been dealing with various businessmen for many years, so he has seen a lot.
He knew very well that if the person in front of him was not an archmage who came to catch wanted criminals, he was someone who wanted to go out and see the world after reading too many books. Only such people would want to go further north, where there are already barbarians and
Orc territory.
Who in the right mind would walk that way without any trouble?
These traveling mages are very proficient in prices. Although they don’t bargain much because they are rich, they will never be as gentle as they appear. If he really dares to quote a price that is similar to extortion, he will be no different from seeking death himself, and may even be killed.
The reasons for killing were all given by myself.
Moreover, the most important thing is that the mages who come to trade in the ten towns seem to have the spell to detect whether the other party is telling the truth, and they are still ordinary mages!
He doesn't have anything good that can resist psychic magic, but he definitely doesn't dare to lie.
Although the person in front of him won't kill people randomly like those in red robes, it doesn't mean that he won't take action against fools who dare to deceive him.
However, the grocery store owner thought, this person seems to like books very much? And he doesn't care if it is a magic book, so it is perfect for him to have a hand in the middle!
He bent over, rubbed his hands, and asked respectfully: "Dear Archmage, if you still want to collect such books, why not leave the task to me?"
There are actually a lot of ancient books in the ten towns, but the prices are not as good as the exquisite fish skull carvings, and few people buy them, so they are all in the hands of various adventurers.
In your capacity, you probably don’t want to communicate with those rude people, so you choose to buy these books from me.
But I, old Summer, can and will definitely serve you religiously.
Of course, as long as the price is as good as this time, I will travel to ten towns overnight!"
Hill glanced at him with interest and showed a strange smile: "Okay, this Satsuma... 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 excited. He knew that his intention to take advantage of others had been seen through, so he did not dare to correct Hill's words.
He just repeated his name fearfully, but if this person really doesn't forgive him, it doesn't matter whether it's Satsuma or Satsuma, it's the same thing.
Hill nodded, turned around and flew into the sky, disappearing above the white clouds.
Summer's grocery store was quickly filled with people. This kind of boss who could use level 9 spells had already scared the adventurers here out of their wits.
This was the first time that this commercial street was so quiet, and not one of the usual loud voices dared to sound.
"Old Summer! What's the purpose of this... this mage here?" The bald man who rushed in first retracted his rude words in the face of Old Summer's fierce wink.
"He was going to visit the north. When passing by, he remembered that there were some old books that no one wanted here, so he planned to buy some." Old Summer bent over and said, "He bought my box of old books."
"Then you will make a fortune, right?" the bookstore owner next to him said in a sour tone. He could not forget the way the mage looked at him after taking a look at his maps.
"You don't sell books in a bookstore yourself, so what are you saying sourly?" The big man yelled at him without hesitation.
"Yes... that's a great mage who knows nine-ring magic!" Summer bent over and took out his pipe, "Which mage who comes to Ten Towns doesn't have spiritual magic on his body?
Lying and deceiving people...hehehe...you can indeed make a lot of money, but I cherish my life very much!
I have worked hard and tired for so long before I can settle down. I don’t plan to gamble my life anymore. I don’t believe you have forgotten what happened in the past few years.
A useless magic apprentice almost wiped out ten of our towns.
If Brynshander hadn't been completely defeated, we in Targos wouldn't be like what we are today.
When facing a mage, it's better to be honest.
I asked the mage for 2 gold coins for each book, and sold them at the same price as small antiques. No matter whether they are good or bad, they will be at this price."
The people around him and outside the house fell silent. They were all people who had survived the turmoil. Although it was later heard that the mage was only controlled by some evil artifact to become so powerful, but
At least they all understand that what a magic weapon can do, a nine-ring mage can definitely do.
"How long does that guy plan to stay here?" A big man pushed aside everyone and walked in, "Looking at how guilty and short-tempered you are, have you tried to win over that guy?"
Old Summer wiped his sweat under the mayor's glare, completely ignored the others' roars of 'How dare you?', and took a puff of cigarette happily: "He gave me three days to purchase antique books from the ten towns.
, each copy is still 2 gold. He will come to pick it up at dusk every day. If you are interested, just bring it and let me sell it on my behalf! I didn’t spare a single copper.
This is the price offered by the Archmage. If you are interested, you can go to other towns to buy it. I remember those drunkards can sell it for just one silver coin!"
The onlookers were stunned for only a few seconds, and then dispersed. Anyway, they had their weapons on their backs, and the road between the ten towns was not very dangerous. So hurry up and rush while only these guys around you know!
"There are many books in my house." Mayor Targos said in a low voice, "But I don't believe the price. Old Summer, if you don't make any money, you will just close the door and rush to Bryn Mountain by yourself.
Virtue goes."
"Hehe... I'm not lying." Summer glanced outside with a sly look, and said softly, "But... this Archmage should have been in Silver Moon City before coming here, and he paid his bill with Silver Moon gold coins.
"
The gold coins they commonly use here are from Neverwinter City and Waterdeep City. Two gold coins are equal to one Silver Moon Coin.
The mayor smiled and nodded: "I'll have someone deliver it later. I also want to see what the silver moon coins look like."
He turned around and left, and Old Summer's face twisted.
The big man who cared about him never left. He stood aside in silence with a frown on his face. After the mayor left, he couldn't help but speak: "Old Summer, what does Marco mean? I don't think he can."
Do not need anything."
"Beshmit, don't worry.
It’s just that the books he sent are not necessarily all antiques.” Old Summer knocked on his pipe, “It doesn’t matter, he knows what he wants. At most, he can cheat me out of 100 gold coins and treat it as protection fee.
Others won’t believe that I haven’t made any money, but since Marco has sent me the book, they won’t say anything more.”
Beshmit nodded: "Then I will stay today! What if someone wants to cause trouble for you?"
"You're talking about the fool next door who changed the bookstore into a thieves' shop?" Old Summer was amused by him and laughed while coughing. "He may be so stupid, but the thieves' union behind him is definitely not stupid.
Don't listen to those jokes about barbarians. If a wizard can really be killed by a thief, it only proves that the thief is of a higher level than the wizard!
Spell-breaking daggers are never a good thing that low-level thieves can afford.
And the one who came today, even the leader of the Thieves Guild, may not dare to take action."
"Do you know who he is?" Beshmit asked in surprise.
"Hehe... Born in Silvermoon City, he is young and handsome, rich and powerful, and even dares to fly in the strong wind of Icewind Valley. In the nearest Northland, there is only one person, the city lord of Aglaia City.
.
How many times have I told you, chat with those merchants when you have free time, especially those from Neverwinter!
Their king has a better character, and the merchants in Neverwinter City have a much better character, and they can still tell the truth when it has nothing to do with them.
Unlike the people of Waterdeep and Luskan, who always have hooks in every word and really believe them, if I see that endless money bag today, I might dare to take action."
"Endless money bag?" Beshmit shouted loudly, and was hit on the head by Summer's merciless pipe, and then lowered his voice, "Is that the small bag that claims to be able to take out fifty thousand gold coins?
My tapas!
This is so rich! The dragon will feel ashamed when he sees him, right?"
"He is famously rich. He won the Wojin Temple in a rich fight!" Summer looked full of reverie, "If I had so much money, who would want to stay in such a ghost place!"
"But old Summer, if 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 out of here! Go to Bryn Shander. There are so many antique books there that those drunkards can wipe their butts!" Summer yelled, "I don't need you to accompany me. You can earn your own wife!"
Knowing that Summer was not in danger, the big man left with a silly smile. He was half barbarian and had always hoped to marry a barbarian wife. In order to do so, he would have to pay the barbarian tribe a considerable amount of property.
"Wait a minute." Summer suddenly remembered something and called Beshmit back, who was about to leave. "When you get to Bryn Shander, you must stay away from the people of the Goddess of Wealth.
His image is too obvious. Those believers of Friends of Merchant will know it as soon as they hear it, but never say it out of your mouth, okay?
Don’t give your Tempus any trouble!”
Beshmit rubbed his head with his right hand holding the big axe, and waved with the other hand: "Don't worry! Those golden guys will never dare to trouble the brave men of Tempus!
I won’t pay attention to 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 hadn't been his former teammate, Summer would never have cared about this idiot's life or death!