"What's going on?" Lyman is indeed a retired soldier who has been on the battlefield. His eyes widened, and a murderous aura filled the air.
"It's him. I'm here to buy horses, but he doesn't pay attention to the reception. You have to fire him!" Matt felt that there was no other reason for poor people like Downton to appear at the racecourse other than to work.
"Who told you he was a worker?" Lyman said, no longer paying attention to a bastard like Matt, and waved his hand.
The two servants immediately placed the box in front of Downton and opened the lid.
The yellow gold coins were piled inside, shining with dazzling luster under the sunlight. The postmen's eyes immediately froze and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"My wife has seen that gem. According to the market price, it's worth nearly 40,000 drams." Lyman put his arm around Downton's shoulders and said in a cordial manner, "Here are 20,000 gold coins. The extra ones will be treated as uncle's gifts to blackmailers."
The emperor’s feed money!”
Downton nodded. He didn't expect Lyman to change the money.
"Boy, you are so calm, I like you." Lyman turned his head and yelled at the servant, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and put the harness on the Black Emperor!"
"What did you say? All these gold coins belong to him?" Not only Matt, but also the five postmen were dumbfounded. As for the other one, he was still fainting on the ground.
"Could it be yours?" Lyman spat, wondering about the origin of the gem in Downton's hand. He was not a rich man, but why didn't he blink when faced with 20,000 gold coins?
"How is this possible?" Matt thought to himself, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
"Brother, if there will be gems like this in the future, remember to find me!" Lyman firstly wanted to test Downton, and secondly, he wanted to cooperate for a long time. These gemstones are of good quality. His experienced wife said that after processing, he can sell a good one.
Price.
This is why Lyman traded according to the current price of gems, otherwise he would have swallowed it directly. His straightforward personality does not mean that he will miss the opportunity to make a big fortune.
The servant moved very quickly. When he put the bit on the Black Emperor and the water rein, the war horse felt a little uncomfortable, but was quickly calmed down.
He tied the straps that fixed the saddle under the Black Emperor's belly, arranged the position of the stirrups, and the servant led him to Downton.
"It's yours now!" Lyman handed the reins to Downton.
"He bought this horse?" Although there were early signs, Matt was still taking chances until he saw this scene and was completely stunned.
The five postmen also looked at him in disbelief. More than half a month ago, Downton was a poor man in the same situation as them. Why can he afford a horse now?
"This must be the goddess of destiny joking!" A postman didn't believe it and rubbed his eyes, "I must be dazzled."
After the servant tied the box containing gold coins to the horse, Downton stepped on the stirrups and mounted the saddle.
"Uncle Lyman, I have something else to do, so I'm going to take a step forward." Downton glanced at Matt condescendingly and tapped the horse's belly with his heel.
The Black Emperor trotted out of the stable with brisk steps.
Matt's face turned red all of a sudden. He was already prepared to be ridiculed by Downton, but the other party ignored him. This kind of ignorance made him feel even more embarrassed than a few curses.
"Do you think I'm not worthy of being your opponent? Just wait and see, I will become a magician, and I will take back all the humiliations I have suffered!" Matt stared at Downton bitterly.
’s back, secretly swearing.
"You want to buy a horse?" Lyman took a look at Matt's outfit and sneered, "Take them to another stable and pick up a few lame old horses for them to choose from. A bunch of poor guys, even inferior war horses.
I can’t even afford it, it’s such a waste of time.”
Lyman ignored these civilians and continued walking his horse.
The summer wind is like a lover's hand, carrying the coolness of the green shade in the forest, brushing against the cheeks, making people feel so comfortable that they can't help but moan.
Downton rode the Black King and trotted briskly along the tree-lined path, leaving the crisp sound of horse hooves.
The previous clerk valued Downton very much, and some urgent mails could only be delivered by him, so Downton took advantage of riding the post office horse, learned equestrian skills, and could even do a dressage.
"Are you worried?" Downton hadn't spoken for a long time, and Homer projected the words.
"A poor boy suddenly buys a horse. Would you be curious if it were you?" Downton took out the magic book and explained the reason, "Morning Mist Town is not big. Sooner or later, the news about me buying a large amount of supplies will spread. I'm afraid it will cause a stir.
Attention from those who are thoughtful.”
"How about changing to another town?"
"Among the towns on the Sequoia border, Morning Mist Town is the largest and has the most complete range of goods. If you want to buy potions and magic stones, you have to go here." Downton sighed, "Forget it, I can still fool around with the gems I picked up.
In the past, but when I rescued the adventure group before, I used the tearing dragon's teeth. That Hannah seems to be a very careful master, so I will probably be suspicious."
The more he thought about it, the more flaws Downton found that he had made.
"There is no need to worry. Just be careful not to be followed. After entering the dungeon this time, work hard to collect the soul remains and open the portal of the grimoire as soon as possible. Then you can directly travel between the dungeon and the town through it, and you don't have to worry about being tracked.
Caught up." Homer had encountered too many dangers and immediately thought of a way to deal with them.
Downton sped up his horse. If he had enough force to crush them, why would he worry so much? He felt heartbroken when he thought of the Robinson trio still in the dungeon, drawing magic energy and digging for wealth.
Entering Morning Mist Town, Downton didn't even return home and went straight to the largest Eugene Pharmacy. He didn't notice that a gangster guarding the town entrance saw him and immediately left ecstatically.
"This is the best stone-skin potion. I only need twenty-eight gold coins from you, and I'm at a loss."
Old Eugene glanced at Downton who walked into the store, quickly evaluated his purchasing power, stopped paying attention, and continued to sell the stone skin potion to the three mercenaries.
"What? Too expensive? Let me tell you, this is a defensive agent designated by the military. You can't buy it anywhere else."
Old Eugene has a fleshy face, is less than 1.5 meters tall, and has a lot of fat. He wears a long robe and looks like a top.
Everyone in the town said that he had dwarf blood, but old Eugene did not become a blacksmith. Instead, he was surprisingly qualified as a low-level potion master. As for his son, little Eugene, his reputation spread throughout the Redwood Border.
There are dozens of small towns that are more famous than the mayor.
Businessman Robinson is the target of the younger generation, because everyone knows that as long as they work hard, it is possible to catch up with him. But for little Eugene, no one even wants to compare.
Compared with little Eugene, Robinson is like stones and diamonds on the ground, with an insurmountable gap.
A formal member of the Royal Society of Apothecaries, this is the title of little Eugene, which also proves his status and value. Even the mayor has to deal with him carefully when he sees him.
"Lying? Why don't you go find out the identity of my son? He is a real royal pharmacist. How can I get such high-quality medicine without such qualifications?" Old Eugene spat, with a look of disdain on his face, "No.
It’s a waste of money, because there are a lot of people who know what the product is, and it will be sold out in less than two days.”
The three mercenaries were moved and bought five bottles of stone skin potion at a high price.
After taking this medicine, within ten minutes, the surface of the skin will turn into a hard stone to enhance defense.
"Welcome again!" Old Eugene held the gold coin, blew it, put it to his ear, heard a buzzing sound, and then stuffed it into the money box with satisfaction.
There are rows of wooden shelves painted red in the store, with various bottled potions displayed on them. Under the sunlight passing through the window, they show different colors, giving it a very high-end look.
A very mysterious feeling.
Downton stood in front of a bottle of potion and saw that the liquid inside would condense into the shape of a swimming fish from time to time. He couldn't help but admire it and wanted to learn potions more and more.
"Hey, don't touch it. If it breaks, you won't even be able to pay for it if I sell it!" Old Eugene glared at Downton and sat back on the recliner, without even thinking about how to deal with it.
He has seen this kind of kid too many times, and they all walked in out of curiosity. Not to mention medicine, he couldn't even afford the dregs of medicine.
Old Eugene has always had a bad reputation in the town. He loves money, likes to brag, and looks down on everyone.
Downton was worried about being scolded, so he kept his arms hanging by his sides, but he still couldn't avoid it.
"I want to buy magic stones."
Downton walked to the counter, and old Eugene didn't even raise his eyelids. "Downton, I know you are a little postman. I heard they called you the Fox of the West. You are really brazen. Do you know who little Eugene is?"
"
"I want to buy magic stones." Downton repeated again.
"My son, the noble royal apothecary, is more noble than a noble, the Fox of the West? What the hell!" Old Eugene felt that only his son was the best, and everyone else was a fool.
Downton's brows furrowed, enough to pinch a sea crab to death.
"Buy a magic stone? Here, five hundred gold coins!" Old Eugene reached out from under the couch and took out a magic stone the size of a fingernail, threw it on the counter, and casually quoted a high price, "No money? Get out!"
Downton didn't say anything and left the pharmacy directly.
"Bah, the country bumpkin still wants to buy the magic stone, you are overestimating your ability!" Old Eugene glanced at Downton's back, spit out disdain, and thought about leaving this small town and moving to a big city after a while.
settle down.
"The town is full of country bumpkins, and even the air smells bad. When I get to the main city, I want to enter the best tavern and play with the most beautiful dancers!"
Old Eugene was having a sweet dream when he saw a large box passing through the door with a loud banging sound, smashing in quickly, hitting the wall with a bang, and shattered.
Crash, wood chips were flying, and the yellow gold coins poured down like mercury, covering the floor. Under the sun, they were dazzling, as if they were covered with a gold carpet.
"Are these enough?" Downton stood at the door, tossing five gems in his hands. They exuded gorgeous luster in the sunlight.
Listening to the wonderful sound of the gold coins colliding continuously, and looking at the five luxurious gems, Old Eugene opened his mouth wide, like a toad with its body pinched, and his two eyeballs almost protruded.
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