Not long after, William came to a building that looked like a mill and stopped. The door was open. From time to time, villagers came in and out carrying grain on their backs. From the gap, William saw a heavy millstone.
"Master, master, that weird aura is coming from here, but it's very weak. I can't find its source!" the magic mirror reported in William's mind.
William frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked softly, "What is this weird smell? Do you know?"
The magic mirror did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before replying, "Master, Master, this aura contains the aura of death, but it is far more than that. It is full of a sigh, and also has a sense of death.
The smell of eternal tranquility.”
"The breath of death? Are you saying there are evil spirits here?" William's heart moved.
"There is such a possibility." Magic Mirror said uncertainly.
One of William's potions still lacked the main ingredient of the wraith.
The formation of resentful spirits requires a lot of luck. In this fairy tale world, most people's souls dissipate soon after death. William doesn't know whether they have completely died or gone to other worlds. There are only a small number of dead people because of their obsession during life.
Only thoughts or resentments, as well as the environmental impact of death at the time, can turn a person into a wraith.
Wizards torture humans and use "artificial methods" to create wraiths.
However, this method is too cruel. William can attack enemies, but cannot harm innocent people, so he has always lacked raw materials such as wraiths.
William couldn't bear to do it himself, but if a resentful spirit came to his door, he wouldn't refuse stupidly.
His mental strength has been stuck in a bottleneck recently, and he needs the stimulation of the magic potion to help him break through.
William's behavior of talking to himself surprised the farmer with missing front teeth who was following him. He hesitated and asked tentatively, "This distinguished guest, do you want to buy food?"
"Then you've come to the wrong place. This is the wheat grinding place, and the bakery is near where Mr. Billy lives."
"I can assure you that there is no better bread in the world than the bread produced on our farm!"
The farmer with missing front teeth patted his shoulder and said vowedly, but William's attention was all on that weird aura, how could he have time to pay attention to a little mortal!
He didn't say a word, but looked left and right, often looking deep in thought.
William's behavior made the farmer with missing front teeth very embarrassed, and his words were completely ignored.
Fortunately, this wasn't the first time this happened. He was used to it, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he closed his mouth and waited silently.
At this time, William's unfamiliar face also attracted the attention of the mill owner.
The miller was a tall and thin middle-aged man with gray hair, like the moon-riddled cheeks of William in his previous life, but with a kind smile.
He walked out of the mill, walked towards William with a faint smile, and took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, Mr. Businessman who can bring rich things!"
"How do you know I am a businessman?" William came back from his thoughts, raised his head, glanced at the miller, and said.
The miller pointed to the villagers inside the mill and said, "There are no secrets in Bea Farm!"
"That's right!" A loud voice came from behind William.
William looked back and saw a fat man weighing at least two hundred kilograms, with a funnel-like figure and a belly weighing forty or fifty kilograms, striding over.
Behind him were two farmers wearing nondescript clothes and holding two green daggers in their hands.
The green color on the dagger is not poisonous, but may have been oxidized for too long.
Without the magic mirror to explain, William could tell from the respectful look of ordinary people that this fat man was the owner of the farm, the so-called Mr. Billy.
Mr. Billy quickly came not far from William, glanced at William pretending to be reserved, and said, "Outlander, I heard that you want to trade salt with our farm!"
"Yes!" William couldn't find the aura even with the help of the magic mirror. He thought it might be because of the daytime, but it might be easier to find it at night. With this in mind, William calmly answered the farm owner's question.
"Oh, take it out and show it to me."
William then pretended to take out a sack filled with coarse salt from his arms and opened it to show them.
For a moment, the breathing of the people around him became rapid.
That is salt, the gold of life!
Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, was the first to recover. He looked at the salt in William's hand greedily, his eyes flashed alternately with violence and hesitation, and finally turned into a simple sentence.
"Very good! So, businessman, what do you want to change?"
William was very measured. The amount of salt he showed was neither too much nor too little. The weight was about the same. Too much salt would not cause ordinary people to take risks. Of course, the amount of salt that William showed was also quite large. It can be converted into
A lot of money.
"Something of interest!" William replied casually, his eyes still not focused on the mill room.
"Then you are really in the right place. Billy's Farm will never disappoint her guests. What do you want to change? As long as I have something in my farm, but I have to say, if you want something in my farm
No, then other farms won’t have it either!” Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, boasted.
William didn't even respond, he just nodded lightly and said, "I still need to take a look first."
"Whatever do you want to see, I'll ask him to take you there!" The farm owner remembered his identity and couldn't be too casual. This is the so-called price reduction.
"I am more interested in this mill. I want to take a closer look. If possible, I would like to stay here tonight and have a look!" William said straight to the point. He just didn't want to act in an exaggerated manner and attract attention.
He has come to the attention of the Holy Light Holy See, but this does not mean that he needs to accommodate ordinary people.
For ordinary people, he feels that he is patient enough.
As soon as William finished speaking, the owner of the farm, Mr. Billy, had not yet expressed his opinion. The miller on the side, who had become silent after the owner of the farm came over, jumped out and shouted, "No! I don't allow it!"
"What are you not allowing?" An ordinary person would dare to question his opinion. Is he acting too harmless?
William glanced at the miller lightly, and the aura of being an official liquefaction wizard pressed against the miller, causing cold sweat to break out on the miller's forehead.
"No, what I mean is that the mill is open to you during the day, but not at night! We all have to sleep! And..." The miller hesitated.