In the dry and clean stables, the atmosphere suddenly became a little silent, except for the occasional snort of the horses.
Retired officer Lyman had a surprised expression on his face and looked at Downton up and down. No matter how he looked at him, he didn't think he was an owner who could afford a fine war horse.
Downton opened his backpack, took out a cherry-sized ruby, and handed it to Lyman.
"When I was an officer, I found all kinds of gems in the homes of many noble lords and made a fortune. Unfortunately, I have no chance now." Lyman grabbed the gem and pointed it through the door.
The light coming from the ceiling windows was carefully distinguished.
Downton did not answer. He knew that Lyman had participated in the war of conquering the Twelve Principalities twenty years ago. It was also at that time that he accumulated a considerable fortune.
"Isn't this stolen goods?" After confirming that the gem was okay, Lyman asked seemingly casually, but his eyes were like blades, staring into Downton's eyes.
Those wealthy nobles find it troublesome to carry large amounts of gold coins when they go out. Their wallets are filled with precious gems cut into certain shapes. Spending them not only gives them face but also status, so they are also the targets of those thieves.
"You think I look like a thief?" Downton looked directly at Lyman without giving in at all.
"Haha, how could it be?" Seeing that there was no panic in Downton's eyes and he was calm and composed, Lyman guessed that he might have picked up this gem and couldn't help but muttered, "You are really lucky."
"Is it worth enough?" Downton asked. In fact, he had already judged in his heart that it was worth 20,000 gold drams.
The Grimoire, known as the Encyclopedia, has existed for countless eras, and even the number of magic diamonds I have seen is like the number of sands in the sand, let alone a few gems.
"It's more than enough. In order to sell the treasures I collected back then, I did special research. The value of this piece is about thirty thousand gold derans."
Downton frowned, where did this price difference come from?
"Just wait, I'll prepare 10,000 gold coins." Lyman was going to find his wife to confirm the value of the gems. She liked jewelry, bought it frequently, and had a good understanding of the market.
Downton was the only one left in the spacious stable. He took out the grimoire and asked why.
"I'm just talking about the value of the gem itself. You forgot about the added value. Besides, that was the market situation five hundred years ago." Homer showed the magic flame style and talked eloquently, "Even professionals will never evaluate jewelry.
It’s impossible to give an exact price.”
Downton nodded. If this gem was processed and made into finished jewelry, the price would increase, but how could he have time?
"You are also the one who has the wealth of an entire dungeon. Don't worry about this small amount of money." Homer teased Downton, "There are more than three hundred gems in the war space. After all, you are too.
He’s a multi-millionaire.”
"Then you have to put it in your purse!" Downton said in his heart to clean up all those undead creatures, but he didn't know that the Year of the Monkey had passed.
"Can you be a little ambitious? Those real wealthy families use magic diamonds, and you are still far behind!" Homer listed out the list and couldn't help but complain, "Chenwu Town is too small. There are many
We can’t even buy supplies.”
"You don't want to spend all the gems worth ten million, do you?" Downton looked at the final total amount and was a little shocked.
"Magic stones, various potions, these are all necessities, the more the better." Homer taught, "You must ensure that when you get lost in various secret realms, you have enough supplies to last at least a hundred years!"
"Secret realm? Isn't it too early to talk about this?"
The secret realm, as the name suggests, is a mysterious area.
Ancient ruins, divine sites, rifts in time and space, and other planes connected to the Western Continent can all be given the title of secret realm.
A secret land often means huge opportunities and wealth, attracting countless adventurers.
The reason why the nine empires dominate the continent is because each country controls several or even several secret realms and draws huge resources and power from them.
Among them, the secret realm of the Heroic Corridor of the Plantagenet Empire is the most famous in the mainland. It is the place of desire for every young man and the place that every Judgment-level magic user must visit.
The underground city under Crow Ridge can also be regarded as a secret realm.
"Be prepared." Homer was very cautious. "There are also defensive magical equipment. Thanks to five times the concentration of magic energy, you are about to be promoted to the second level of soul. You must be fully prepared, otherwise you will definitely die under the elemental attack of the law's backlash."
"Downton? What are you doing here?"
Matt followed a racecourse steward and entered the stables. When he saw Downton, he immediately showed an expression of astonishment. Behind him, there were six companions, all of whom were the first to beat him in the post office that day.
postman.
Downton keenly sensed the change in Matt's attitude. He used to call him Brother Tang, and he was extremely attentive.
"Oh, it turns out that you can't stay at the post office and have to work at the racecourse?" Matt adjusted his clothes, "You can be careful. The clerk has found a group of gangsters in the town and is going to deal with you."
It seems to be a reminder of concern, but between the lines there is a sense of schadenfreude.
"It seems like you've been doing well recently?" Downton closed the grimoire.
"Ahem, thanks to you, Jiren has been promoted to the post of acting postmaster for the time being!" Matt coughed, cleared his throat, straightened his chest and raised his head, showing a proud look.
"Congratulations!" Downton used to be the postmaster, in charge of more than a hundred postmen.
"Haha, are you jealous of me now?" Matt winked at Downton with a proud look on his face and pushed the steward away, "Stay back and let him receive me."
The steward wanted to speak, but was pushed aside by six postmen.
"Hey, I'm here to buy a horse today. Our first postman, would you like to introduce one?" Matt walked up to Downton, put his arm on his shoulder, and looked back at his companion, "Ha,
You don’t even have a horse, but you dare to call yourself the first postman in Redwood County? Do you think it’s funny?”
The six postmen laughed cooperatively. Matt had long been dissatisfied with Downton, and now that he finally found the opportunity, he naturally wanted to ridicule him.
"Are you happy?" Downton looked indifferent and glanced at the six postmen.
Seeing Downton's calm demeanor, their hearts skipped a beat and their laughter stopped.
"Didn't you give me the nickname of the First Postman? By the way, there is also the Fox of the West, which you also spread, but it brought me a lot of trouble. Little Grandet worked hard every day for this nickname.
Block me."
The six postmen stopped talking, with uneasiness appearing on their faces. They thought of all the things Downton had done.
Not to mention anything else, all the postmen in the post office have been blackmailed out of their underpants by the guard tower guard known as the Worm of the West, and they often have to be beaten. Only Downton can pass through repeatedly without any damage, which is amazing.
I have to admire it.
"Don't say these useless things. I'm officially informing you that you're fired. How do you feel? How does it feel to lose your job?" Matt hated these postmen for their incompetence and was actually silenced by them with just one sentence.
"It doesn't matter, I was planning to throw my resignation letter in Ballmer's face." Downton didn't even glance at Matt.
"Come and see, this is just pretending to be fat. If you don't work as a postman, you will earn a lot less gold coins a month, right? What about your sister's tuition?" Matt felt that Downton was holding on, "Well, you
Call me Brother Ma, get some gold coins, and I can help you plead with the clerk?"
The six postmen knew that Matt was blackmailing Downton, and even if they got the money, they would not help him.
"Tsk, tsk, it seems you don't understand my painstaking efforts, so just deal with these horse dung every day!" Matt tapped the Black King in the stable with his chin, "See, poor guys like us are exhausted.
After working for a lifetime, you can't even buy a leg from a purebred horse like this. They are born to be ridden by noble gentlemen."
"No, Downton can afford horse manure!"
"Nonsense. You don't have to spend any money. You can just bring home as much as you want."
"Why bother with that? You might as well live here, the horse eats better than him anyway."
A postman grabbed a handful of grass and handed it to Downton.
"Come on, eat quickly!"
The postmen laughed, teasing and mocking their former superiors. It felt good, but the next second they were like ducks being choked, and the laughter was squeezed back into their throats.
Downton twisted his waist and swung his arm, clenching his right fist like a battering ram, and hit the postman holding the hay hard on the face.
Bang, the postman's jaw was knocked off, and he flew into the air, spinning like a top, and finally fell to the floor with a chirp like a dead dog.
Poof, poof, the postman spit out two mouthfuls of blood, mixed with a few yellow teeth.
The postmen were frightened and all retreated. Then they made eye contact and were ready to take action. If Downton was beaten, they would definitely leave a good impression on the clerk.
"You really don't need to fight!" Seeing the blood stains on his fist, Downton wiped it on Matt. "Aren't you going to buy a horse? I recommend the one on your left."
"You're stupid, Uncle Matt, I'm mocking you, don't you understand? You introduced me to Ma? A poor guy like you will be destined to be a coolie all your life." Looking at Downton's calm expression, Ma
Te couldn't help it anymore, showed his true colors and roared at him.
"Sir, no quarrels are allowed here." The steward of the racecourse came over to stop Matt.
"What nonsense? I'm here to buy a horse, not to listen to your lectures." Matt pushed the steward, "Go, open the stable for me, I want to ride it now."
Matt has long wanted to show off in front of Downton. He wants to prove that he is the number one postman in the world.
"Sir, this horse costs five hundred gold coins!" Seeing that the steward couldn't persuade Matt, he could only quote the price. If he couldn't buy it after riding it, given the character of the owner Lyman, the only one who would be unlucky was
Own.
Matt's momentum suddenly stagnated. He had recently made a small fortune, but it was only a hundred gold delans, which was far from enough to pay.
"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Matt rolled his eyes, yelled again, and changed the subject.
The steward curled his lips. He had received many guests. Looking at Matt's reaction, he knew that this guy didn't have enough gold coins in his pocket.
"What's the noise about?" Lyman walked into the stable, followed pantingly by two servants carrying a box.
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