When Ian walked down the stairs with a solemn expression, Senanden, who was walking back and forth in front of the grocery store counter without hiding even the slightest bit of anxiety, suddenly smiled.
He stepped forward and asked with a hint of urgency: "What's the result?"
Because Ian looked at him seriously and noticed his gaffe, Sainan coughed lightly, and then managed to return to normal: "I...I am in a hurry to spend money recently, and I am a little anxious."
"Um……"
After pondering for a while, Ian maintained his pressure on Sai Nan's momentum, and then slowly said: "Very good, Uncle Sai Nan... what you sent is the radiation variant of the Taixi fluorescent algae, with a little thunder.
Source quality is a very high-quality raw material for inscription light ink.”
"Together, this bag is equivalent to a complete Warcraft material, which can be used to make at least five bottles of first-level high-quality light ink. The price of this generation of algae is about one hundred and forty thalers or more."
The glossy inks that Ian used to make anti-impact armor plates were all incompetent ordinary glossy inks. Although one bottle cost more than ten thalers, it was only a premium at Harrison's Port.
As for the first-level inscription light ink, one bottle starts at seventy thalers. It can be used to make the core ignition module of the alchemical artillery. It is considered a strategic material reserve, and the price is naturally extremely high.
Saying this, Ian opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and raised his tone slightly: "There have been a lot of elf pirates in Canaan Moore recently, and the goods can't arrive. Both the city hall and the alchemy workshop are worried."
He leaned forward slightly and asked tentatively: "How about I pay for it?"
"Although my alchemy success rate is not high, if the success rate is more than half, I can make money. It's just a good time to practice my light ink making skills."
One hundred and forty thalers was a truly huge amount of money. The annual salary of the guard at the Viscount's residence was only this amount, and of course it was incomparable if attendance allowance and other things were included.
Ian's appraisal showed that there was not much except for Elder Puder and Viscount Grant's share, and most of it was invested in daily practice of alchemy inscriptions, as well as food and clothing expenses for him and the Elam brothers.
But even so, no one would doubt that Ian was unable to come up with the money.
The white-haired young man stared at the fisherman in front of him. Theoretically speaking, if Sai Nan really wanted to sell for money, he should be overjoyed at this time - after the appraisal, there is no need to find a buyer, and there is no need to worry about being cheated. What he bought is still the same.
Even with an acquaintance with whom he has a good relationship, Ian will not cheat him by giving him a low price.
Everyone can make money and it is very convenient.
It can be said that selling this bag of fluorescent algae to Ian is the best choice in theory.
But Ian noticed that Sainan's expression was visibly flustered.
"Well……"
It can be seen that the fisherman has thought about the reasons as much as possible. He racked his brains and said intermittently: "This bag of fluorescent algae... um... has been reserved!"
"Although their prices are about the same...but, how should I put it, I'm not convinced! So, I came to you to check the price..."
Saying this, making up lies to Ian undoubtedly cost Sai Nan a lot of energy. His face and ears were a little red and he said: "Yes, that's it. I'm sorry, Ian, but I can't sell this bag of fluorescent algae to you."
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"That's it."
The young man Bai Zhimin sighed. He sat on his counter, put his elbows on his knees, and said with a helpless face: "So you are really here to appraise things on behalf of others?"
"Ah? This..."
At the first moment, Sai Nan's brain shut down. He tried very hard to refute, but in the end he still couldn't organize it into a sentence: "No, I'm not...this..."
Seeing this, Ian could only shake his head sympathetically: "Hey, Uncle Sainan, remember to be careful next time you lie, and don't lie to me, I have psychic powers. Of course, it's best not to lie to other people, either.
You are not suitable for this kind of thing."
"Now."
At this moment, his eyes lit up with aquatic light: "Tell me what is going on."
"It's about your life. Don't lie this time."
Outside the window, clouds were rolling in the distance over Harrison Harbor, and an early spring thunderstorm was gathering.
In the windless room, he stared at the nervous middle-aged fisherman.
As little flames ignited in the depths of his eyes, and invisible power spread, Ian saw a mass of deep black energy that lingered between Sai Nan's eyebrows.
Gu Shen
And the scarlet blood covered his whole body, rich and thick, carrying a bone-chilling murderous intent.
——A sign of great misfortune and certain death.
At this moment, Ian's expression was solemn. He looked at the fisherman in front of him who did not dare to speak: "Are you being threatened or involved in some conspiracy? If there is anything unspeakable, I can find Elder Puder to solve it."
"Tell me the truth and we can help you."
Ian's words are soft and gentle, but very convincing.
Mutual help between communities is not empty talk in this era, but the most important way to unite a community family - Ian's preferential identification, and even using spiritual energy to help select catches and explore herbs,
It's all such help.
Ian's promise can now be regarded as the promise of the 'Elder Pude', or even the promise of the 'White People'.
With his current identity and status, he is fully qualified for this.
Ian believes that if Sai Nan was only threatened by some external sublimated person, or if he cooperated with dangerous people, and he has not yet figured out the situation, he should confess to him now.
But what was beyond the young man's expectation was that even though he had said it so clearly, Sai Nan's expression was still uncertain, as if he wanted to say something, but it was always difficult to speak.
"You're really going to die."
Realizing that his old friend was still hesitating, even Ian was a little angry: "You know I don't lie - my psychic premonition is very strong, and you are very dangerous now!"
"For example, it's like putting a layer of honey and sesame oil on yourself and going naked to the Aboriginal camp."
Of course, Sainan was not the kind of person who would not listen to advice. In fact, the first time Ian opened his mouth, he thought about whether to confess.
If others don't know, how can he still not know how strong Ian's psychic premonition is?
As psykers of the Perception and Exploration System, their psychic premonitions can vaguely detect good or bad luck in themselves, so they can choose not to go out at specific times to avoid disasters.
And a 'genius' like Ian with extremely high perception can even have some premonitions of disasters on other people and even objects.
If there is a premonition, flower pots will be smashed, war horses will stumble, and humans will have accidents.
If you don't obey, Kamai who was eaten alive by a sharp-clawed tiger three years ago, Ikaro who was skinned by robbers the same year ago, the Omo brothers who were swept away by the tide two years ago, and who mysteriously disappeared in the mountains just a year and a half ago
, Ms. Shaka, who was probably fed to the natives, is the best example.
Why not this year?
Because in the past year, everyone has believed what Ian said!
Whether anyone believes it or not, we don’t know.
But the people who don’t believe are dead, and everyone can still see it.
Not to mention, Ian's ability has been recognized by Viscount Grant!
It is said that during the typhoon a year and a half ago, it was his early warning that saved one of the Viscount's merchant ships from being capsized by the storm, and prevented the loss of a large merchant ship, a dozen sailors and almost 6,000 talers of cargo.
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Since then, Viscount Grant even arranged a part-time job in the alchemy workshop for Ian. Even if he does not work, he can still receive a remuneration of three talers a week, as well as various subsidies.
It was also that premonition that prompted all the White people to basically acquiesce in the identity of Ian's future elder heir.
——Nonsense! Who doesn’t hope that their leader can lead everyone to turn danger into disaster and avoid losses?
Even if it's not that accurate, at least it's better than others!
"Is it so dangerous... I thought it was just a big order, a group of Warcraft hunters..."
With a solemn look on his face, Sai Nan was indeed a good person. He said to himself with fear: "No wonder they asked me not to reveal information, so I asked why they have such a strange request..."
He didn't lie, nor did he come to appraise the goods on behalf of others - the price of the seaweed was his deposit.
It's just that those 'clients' wanted him to return the identification results and seaweed to them for research when he came back, and they paid cash instead.
But rather, he was just too kind, so after thinking that his confession might cause trouble to Ian and other White people, Sai Nan began to hesitate whether to tell the truth frankly.