() Wearing a brand-new ogre suit, little Grandet straightened his back and flipped through the books without looking at Downton, showing a disdainful attitude.
Several teenagers headed by him followed behind, looking at Downton provocatively.
As the son of the number one businessman in Chenwu Town, the seventeen-year-old Grandet felt that he was superior to others. Except for the mayor's son, all the teenagers of the same age should be like the family's Siberian bear hound, wagging their tails to please him, but There are always a few guys who don't know what's interesting.
"The Fox of the West? Why not me?" Little Grandet also knew that it was the postmen's nickname for Downton, but he was jealous. He felt that only he deserved such a powerful nickname!
Woof, woof, the white bear hound, which was one meter tall and nearly two meters long, felt the anger of its owner, lowered its front body, barked wildly, and assumed an attack posture.
Several mercenaries stepped back and stared at the Hound Bear, with a trace of greed in their eyes.
This is a large hound known for its ferocity in the north. It contains violence and bloodthirsty in its bones. It has only one large hound and dares to fight a brown bear. It is worth at least 10,000 Jindelans. If it is pure blood, it is worth even more.
Downton frowned. This guy was like a piece of candy, looking for trouble whenever he saw him. He wanted to run away, but he hadn't read the book and was reluctant to do so.
"What's wrong?" Du Lun and his party saw little Grandet appear and came over because they were afraid that Downton would suffer a loss.
"Hey, the bodyguard is here!" Little Grandet taunted Du Lun, "I heard that you were fired from the post office, what do you think? Do you want to work in my shop? Don't worry, as long as my 'bones' have something to eat, you will be fine. I won’t miss you!”
The young man laughed heartily. The 'bone' was the bear hound. The irony of little Grandet was self-evident!
"Let's go, ignore them!" Justin pulled Downton.
The postmen were unwilling to give in, but what could they do? If a fight broke out, the only ones who would be unlucky would be their own side.
"Let's go!" Downton would not fall into the trap. He knew that Little Grandet was trying to provoke his side and break out the conflict, so he would have reason to beat everyone up.
"Hey, the Fox of the West is a coward without eggs!"
The followers mocked Downton and even took a few quick steps, tugging and tugging at the postmen's clothes.
"Hey, aren't you a bookworm? Don't you want this book?" Little Grandet regarded Downton as his rival, so he naturally tried to interfere with his affairs, not to mention that he also had a coveted sister.
Downton didn't seem to hear it and didn't even look back. Of course he wanted it, but if it was revealed, with little Grandet's bad character, he would definitely buy it to hurt himself.
"Haha, aren't you the Fox of the West? Do you have the ability to snatch this book from my hands? Then I will give you double the amount of gold!" Little Grandet took out a money bag, threw it on the blanket, and smashed it over. A necklace of animal teeth. He was deliberately provoking Downton. If he could beat him up in the tavern, it would definitely embarrass him.
"Hmph, in less than three seconds, you have to put down the classics!" Downton muttered. He kept walking, but silently counting the time in his heart.
The postmen glanced at Downton, wondering why he was so sure.
"You prodigal son, why did you buy a lousy book? You want to make me angry to death!" Grandet snatched the money bag back angrily, jumped up like a rubber ball, and slapped little Grandet on the head.
"Father!" Little Grandet said in a depressed tone, feeling that he had lost face. In front of so many mercenaries, he actually didn't want to talk to his father.
Compared to the gorgeous leather armor of little Grandet, Grandet was wearing a linen robe that cost only fifty copper coins, and his buttocks were all white, making him extremely shabby.
Just looking at his clothes, who would have guessed that he is the richest man in Chenwu Town? This guy is the most stingy in the Western Region.
"There is no magic power at all. This is definitely not magic equipment, and it is not worth a single copper." Grandet hit his son on the wrist with his hand, spitting stars flying everywhere, "If you don't put it down, go back and meditate. If it's half
If Queen Moon cannot reach the third level of soul, I will break your legs."
"Dad!" Little Grandet wanted to say more, but was kicked in the thigh. He was too frightened to say anything and left quickly.
"Hey, thirty silver coins, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent!" Grandet threw down thirty silver coins, and without waiting for the traveling merchant to reply, he grabbed the totem wood carving like a rabbit with an arrow.
ran away.
As for Downton, a commoner, he was like an ant in Grandet's eyes, and he didn't even bother to glance at him.
Downton turned around, walked quickly to the stall, and picked up the classics.
The yellowed parchment pages are written with black words, dancing dragons and phoenixes, rolling clouds, full of freehand beauty, like an elegant and gorgeous fourteen-line lyric poem, which makes people unable to help but feel the flow of love, and like the words carved by a master's knife.
Each font of the sculptures handed down from ancient times seems to contain a thousand years of classical flavor.
"It should be the code of a certain country." Justin glanced at it and saw some legal provisions. "It's not of much use. There are so many books like this in the library."
"What if Little Grandet buys it?" The postmen were not interested in books, but were curious about Downton's judgment.
"You think Grandet's nickname of miser is for nothing? He went to Di Du without even riding in a carriage in order to save a copper. Can he allow his son to squander it in front of him?" Downton explained casually, flipping through the pages.
The more I read the pages of the book, the more satisfied I become.
The postmen suddenly realized it, and they were extremely envious. They also wanted this reasoning ability!
"How much?" Downton didn't show any hint of liking, his expression was calm, and he was ready to bargain.
"One hundred gold coins!" A hoarse voice came from under the cloak, as if rubbing an iron object with sandpaper, almost scratching the eardrum.
"Why don't you go and grab it? You are not the legendary mysterious traveling merchant. How dare you ask for so much money for a broken book, which is enough for my living expenses for more than half a year!" Justin was stunned and persuaded Downton, "Buy this
What are you doing? You can’t eat it!”
"Can ten Jindelans be enough?" Looking at the traveling merchant's shabby robe, Downton suddenly lost his mood to bargain and reported his sincerity!
After spending ten gold coins, Downton could only eat cheap black bread and drink water. As for the gold coins he had saved, they were his sister's tuition fees and he would not use them no matter what.
"It's not worth it!" Du Lun persuaded his friend, knowing that Downton's sympathy was overflowing again.
There are five mysterious legends in the Western Continent. In addition to the traveling merchants in black robes, the most famous ones are the Headless Horseman and Postman Malone. There are countless versions of their stories, which are used by parents to coax their children to sleep.
The man in front of me is obviously a guy who pretends to be a traveling businessman to carry out fraud.
"Ten gold coins, no more!" Downton made another offer. If the other party refused, he would give up. After all, the value of this book is only about seven gold coins.
The traveling merchant raised his head slightly and met Downton's gaze.
Boom, Downton felt his head hurt, as if he had been stuffed into a meat grinder, and all his memories had been taken away. But the next moment, his body felt no discomfort at all, as if it was just a momentary illusion.
"Is it because I'm too tired recently?" Downton wondered.
"Deal!" The traveling businessman lowered his head again.
Downton ran home, quickly fetched ten gold coins, and bought the codex as a book.
"Okay, let's go have a drink." Justin took Downton and found a seat to sit down. He snapped his fingers and called the waiter.
"Du Lun, how are you thinking?" A young man sat down at the table familiarly and said hello to everyone.
The postmen were a little cautious. The one in front of them was called Robinson. He was a celebrity in the town. He started working as an apprentice at the age of six and debuted at the age of twelve. He started with three silver delans. In eight years, he earned a fortune worth two hundred thousand.
Big businessman.
"For fifty gold coins, I'll do it!" Du Lun took a sip of ale, obviously this decision made him embarrassed.
"Okay!" Robinson looked at the dancers dancing on the high platform and took a sip of red wine without any hesitation, showing his generosity.
"Brother, if there is any opportunity to make a fortune, can you take care of me?" Justin's eyes lit up, and his tone was slightly flattering, pleading, "I am a magic user of the first level of the soul!"
"I hired them to pick potions at the cemetery in Crow Ridge, are you sure you want to go?" Robinson asked.
"No!" Justin refused simply, "I heard there are ghouls there, and I don't want to be eaten!"
Robinson shrugged his shoulders with pretense of regret. In fact, he didn't want to hire too many people. The less people knew about this expedition, the better.
"Downton, are you going?" Du Lun was still worried, thinking that with Downton accompanying him, the safety factor would be higher.
"He? No!" Robinson saw Downton's move and decisively denied it.
"Why?"
The postmen were stunned. In their opinion, Downton was obviously more reliable than Durham.
"I can't feel the fluctuations of magic energy from your body, and it hasn't condensed into a soul seed yet. How about turning on your talent?" Robinson himself was quite capable, and the excuse he made was irrefutable.
"Downton's sister Elaine is a student at St. George's Academy of Magic. If he had used all the tuition and living expenses he saved for his sister to buy magic stones and potions to temper his body, he would have advanced to the soul level a year ago and become a magician.
That’s it.” Du Lun fought for opportunities for his friend.
In the magical Western Continent, there are various kinds of magical energy, such as arcane energy, elemental energy, natural energy, sacred energy, etc., collectively called magic energy.
Their existence allows the potential of any life to be improved to varying degrees through practice, and those who are truly strong can even move mountains, fill seas, and reach for the stars and the moon with just a wave of their hands.
The path of cultivation begins with exercising your body and sharpening your will. As you become stronger and tougher, through meditation, you can gradually feel the fluctuations of magic energy floating in the air. Then you work hard to absorb the magic energy and accumulate it to a certain level.
After a certain level, the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, and the magic energy will condense into a soul seed in the body, and the talent will be unlocked at the same time.
Talent is a gift from God to his people, and it is a miraculous ability.
Only when you are promoted to the soul level can you be qualified to be called a magic user, because only by condensing soul seeds can you choose a suitable magic profession for further training based on your talent and qualifications.
After passing the soul level, there is the war level. At this time, the soul seeds in the body sprout and gradually grow into towering and lush soul trees. Then they enter the judgment level, where flowers bloom.
At this level, any magician can recruit a magic servant, and his talent evolves for the first time, so the Judgment level is also a watershed level in terms of strength.
After that, there is the dragon-slaying level, but in the entire Western Territory, there are only a handful of such powerful people. Of course, there are higher levels after that, but unfortunately for ordinary civilians, they have never heard of them, let alone seen them.
"Okay, thirty gold coins, be prepared and meet at the entrance of Nanzhen in the early morning!" Robinson changed his mind. This guy seems to be a potential stock. As a businessman, he naturally has to observe to see if he is worth grabbing.
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