Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Ballmer suddenly reacted and turned around to escape.
Downton flicked his wrist and threw the suitcase with a whoosh.
After running a few steps, Ballmer was hit in the back and fell forward, lying on the ground, coughing uncomfortably.
"Ballmer, I'm going to kill you!" The sinister man knew that Downton had a grudge against the clerk, so he said this just to get him to let him go.
Downton raised his right foot and ran hard into the ruffian boss's face, knocking him unconscious before walking towards Ballmer.
"Sir Clerk, you don't work at the post office, what are you doing here?"
Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Ballmer climbed hard, but a person still blocked his way.
"The money bag is lost, yes, I came out to look for the money bag." Ballmer made a poor excuse, his tone already showing pleading, "If you are okay, I have to leave."
Before the clerk could stand up, Downton kicked him on the shoulder, causing his fat body to fall back again.
"Since you took office, I have never offended you. Why do you have to deliberately punish me?" Downton was puzzled, "Is it just to establish prestige?"
Ballmer was speechless. He wanted to make the post office his own place. People like Downton, who don't flatter or flatter, will naturally make him feel uncomfortable. It would be strange if he doesn't deal with you.
"Forget it, even if you know the answer, it's useless." Downton walked towards Ballmer.
"What are you going to do?" Ballmer moved back a few times, then hurriedly climbed up.
"Don't you like beating the postman? I'll let you know what it feels like to be beaten hard!" Downton clenched his right fist tightly and yelled, "Ballmer, grit your teeth!"
"No, help!"
The clerk's cry fell silent, and Downton punched him hard on the chin.
Ballmer's head was thrown back after being beaten, and he was dizzy. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and his gums in his mouth were all loose.
"If you hadn't fired Will and Duren, they wouldn't have risked their lives to go to Crow Ridge to make money."
Thinking of his two dead friends, Downton's chest was suddenly filled with rage and he kicked Ballmer fiercely.
"Ah, you dare to hit me? The Sheriff is my friend, you are dead!" The clerk protected his head with both hands, twisting like a maggot.
Downton kicked even harder, and all the teeth in Ballmer's mouth were kicked out. He didn't forget what the ruffian boss said just now. He wanted to break his legs. If he didn't become a magician, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.
Wasted.
"Please stop fighting. Not only Will and Duren, but also the more than 30 postmen I fired can come back to work." Seeing that Downton could no longer be threatened, Ballmer immediately changed his tune.
The secretary is a stern and cruel bastard. When facing his postmen, he is as cruel as a tyrant, beating and scolding him at every turn. But when he encounters even more ruthless people, he turns into a humble goblin and begs for mercy without dignity.
Seeing the furious Downton, the gangsters remained silent, fearing that he would be targeted. They all regretted it at this moment. Provoking a magician or a paladin would definitely cost their wives their fortune.
In order to prevent Ballmer from venting his anger on other postmen, Downton broke his leg, and he was unable to work for several months.
"If you're not convinced, feel free to come and make trouble. I'll be waiting!" Downton picked up the suitcase and turned to leave.
"Never again." Ballmer begged for mercy, but as soon as Downton left the alley, his eyes immediately turned vicious. He decided to go to the Sheriff. Even if he spent a lot of money and owed favors, he had to find an excuse.
, hanged him at the entrance of the town.
"What's going on with the door god?" Downton got on his horse and went to old Grandet's grocery store.
"I can't tell in a short time. Let's prepare supplies first. Apart from that black-hearted pharmacy, there is nothing else?" Homer asked.
"There is another one, but it's very depressed." Downton hesitated for a moment, but at the urging of the grimoire, he decided to go and have a look.
The Wolf and Spice grocery store has been located at the north intersection of Morning Mist Town for as long as Downton can remember. However, it is closed for most of the year. Sometimes it even closes for two or three years, and there are people in front of the steps.
Full of dust.
Downton was lucky, the grocery store was open, so he walked through the door and walked in.
It looks inconspicuous, but the hall is surprisingly large. There are not many products on the shelves, but there are rich varieties, including potions and potions.
A transparent specimen bottle was filled with a white antiseptic agent and soaked with a heart the size of a pineapple.
Boom, boom, although it is slow and weak, the heart is indeed beating, as if it is still in the owner's chest!
"It's the heart of a sub-dragon monster. I don't know which potion master handled it. The technique is really great. Judging from the color of the heart, it must have been over a hundred years since it was taken out, but it's still beating."
The magic book projected a green beam, which passed through the specimen bottle, and then displayed the test results. It caught up between the lines, showing strong praise.
"Are you interested in Longxi's heart? You can buy it for only 10,000 gold coins!"
The originally dimly lit grocery store seemed to be suddenly filled with color because of this ethereal voice.
Downton was refreshed, and there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
His eyes jumped across the shelves and landed on the slender figure behind the counter.
"Young man, if you want to buy it, make your decision quickly. We will be out of business tomorrow."
The figure was wrapped in a brown cloak, and the huge hood hid her appearance. This made Downton slightly disappointed, but judging from the voice, she should be a girl of fourteen or five years old.
"I heard from people in the town that the shop owner has a strange disease that prevents her from seeing the sun. She always wears a cloak, but it shouldn't be her, right?"
"Young man, it is very rude to stare at a stranger like this." Although it was an accusation, there was no complaint in his tone.
"I'm sorry!" Downton quickly apologized, his cheeks turning red with embarrassment. This kind of behavior was really embarrassing.
"It doesn't matter, you can choose whatever you want. If you are not sure about buying it, don't bother us." The figure yawned and leaned on the recliner. "We are gathering strength for tomorrow's journey."
Downton nodded nervously. Although he didn't see her appearance, he liked her voice very much.
When Wolf talks to the owner of the spice grocery store, his accent will be slightly high-pitched. That tone is like a big sister casually teaching the little kid following her. She is condescending, but not offensive.
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She is used to calling herself "We", and is used to holding an apple, taking a bite with her white teeth, looking at the teeth marks on it, and tasting the sweetness.
"Do you like the sound of our voice?" The shopkeeper made a crisp sound while eating an apple. His sudden words made Downton very embarrassed.
"No, no!" Downton denied, but the other person's voice made his heart beat uncontrollably. He didn't know what was going on?
"Young man, under our eyes, all pretense is in vain." There was a plate on the counter with four red apples stacked inside. The shopkeeper picked up one and threw it to Downton.
Downton caught it in a hurry and almost dropped the grimoire on the ground.
The shop owner no longer paid attention to Downton and took a nap with a botanical illustrated book.
Downton walked to the shelves and breathed a sigh of relief until he was sure that the store owner couldn't see him.
"What's wrong with me? Bewitched?" Downton asked in writing.
"Do you really think her voice sounds nice?" Homer knew, but didn't know how to answer, so he changed the subject.
"Don't you think? Listening to her voice, it's like sitting on the shaded grass on a sunny summer day, eating ice cream and watching the white clouds curl up in the blue sky!" Downton held the quill pen and finished in one breath.
left red writing.
"You are really a literary young man, stop thinking nonsense, hurry up and buy things, time is tight." Homer urged, it estimated that if Downton did not interrupt, the boy might even prepare to write a lyrical sonnet.
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"Why aren't these potions labeled?" Downton walked to the shelf where the potions were placed, looked at the small bottles, and reminded the grimoire, "Stop using soul detection."
"Obviously, this is a potion prepared privately. No wonder the business of this store is not good. Unless it has a good reputation, no magic user will buy a potion of unknown origin."
"How effective is the medicine?" Downton asked. Subconsciously, he didn't believe that the female shopkeeper would sell discarded medicine.
"Even without magic, just simple observation, I can confirm that these potions are of good quality, at least of the excellent level, with an efficacy of 80%."
Although Homer is not a professional potion master, he has seen countless potions and his experience more than makes up for it, and his eyesight is not worse than that of some intermediary potion masters.
"Take this bottle of powerful magic potion as an example. There is no sediment and the color is sky blue. This is the characteristic of an excellent level potion. One hundred milliliters can replenish the soul of a fourth-level magic potion of an empty demon in one go.
Magical energy."
"It's fine." Downton picked up the potion, which looked like an inkwell, and looked at the light. This color, just like the drink, would never be off-putting.
"Don't look at it. We want them all. We are not worried about the high price now, but we are worried about running out of goods." Homer asked Downton to check out.
"I bought all those potions. How much does it cost?"
"Our medicines are perfect. Since you know the goods so well, I'll give you a 30% discount." The shopkeeper straightened up, pulled out a dusty medicine box from under the counter, and handed it to
Downton said, "You can pack it yourself. Well, it's about 200,000 gold drams!"
Although he had expected it, Downton couldn't help but feel his heart tremble when he heard the price. All these liquids, poured together, could only exceed one liter, but the price was ridiculously high.
"The price she gave is very fair." Homer commented, "So, knowledge is wealth!"
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