Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 565: The long-lost Vol’jin is here

Faced with Hill, who looked like he was rich and powerful, the grocer didn't hesitate to quote a price for his box of broken books.

However, he has not been blinded by greed. In front of him is an archmage who is traveling. His calm expression and terrifying aura let him know that he can make a high price, but he must not extort him.

The owner of the grocery store still knows what the little **** of light around the mage represent. He has dealt with various businessmen all the year round, and he is well-informed.

He knows very well that if the man in front of him is not the archmage who is here to catch the wanted criminal, then he is the one who wants to go out and see the world after reading too many books. Only such a person would want to go further north, where there are already The territory of barbarians and half-orcs is gone.

A normal person would go there with no time to spare!

These mages who come out to travel are very proficient in prices. Although they don't bargain because they have money, they will definitely not be so gentle and polite. If he really dares to quote a price similar to extortion, it is no different from seeking death himself. , even being killed is the reason given by himself.

And, most importantly, those mages who come to Ten Towns to trade seem to have spells that detect whether they are telling the truth, and they are all ordinary mages!

He doesn't have anything good against psychic magic hanging on him, but he never dares to lie.

Although the person in front of him won't kill people like those red robes, it doesn't mean that he won't take action against the fools who dare to deceive him.

However, the grocery store owner thought, this one seems to like books? And it doesn't matter if it's a magic book or not, it's so suitable for him to intervene in the middle!

He bent down, rubbed his hands, and respectfully asked, "Dear Master Archmage, if you still want to collect such books, why don't you give me the task?

There are actually a lot of ancient books in the ten towns, but the price is not as good as the exquisite fish skull carvings. It is true that few people buy them, so they are all in the hands of various adventurers.

As you, you probably don't want to talk to those rude guys, so you choose to buy these books from me.

But my old Summer can, absolutely, serve you religiously.

Of course, as long as the price is as good as this time, I'll run all over ten towns overnight! "

Hill glanced at him with interest, and showed a quirky smile: "Okay, this Satsuma... I'll only be here for three days, and come to you every evening."

"Summer, you can call me Summer." The grocery store owner was shocked. He knew that his intention to take advantage of the situation had been seen through, so he did not dare to correct Hill's words.

I just repeated my name in fear, but if this one really doesn't forgive him, it's the same thing, whether it's Satsuma or Sommer.

Hill nodded, turned and flew into the sky, disappearing above the white clouds.

Summer's grocery store was quickly filled with people. This kind of boss who can use ninth-level spells has long scared the adventurers here.

It was the first time that this commercial street was so quiet, and not one of the usual loud voices dared to make a sound.

"Old Summer! This family... why is this mage here?" The bald man who was the first to rush in, retracted his scornful words under Old Summer's fierce wink.

"He was going to play in the north. When he was passing by, he remembered that there were some old books that no one wanted here, so he planned to buy some." Old Summer said, bending over, "I asked him to buy all my boxes of broken books."

"Then you've made a fortune, right?" The bookstore owner next to him said in a sour tone, he couldn't forget the look in the eyes of the mage after taking a look at his maps.

"You don't sell books in the bookstore yourself, so what are you talking about?" The big man yelled at him without hesitation.

"That's right...that's an archmage who knows ninth-circle spells!" Summer bent down and took out his pipe, "Which mage from Ten Towns doesn't have spiritual magic on his body?

Lies and deceives...hehe...it's true that I can make a lot of money, but I hate my life very much!

It took me so long to settle down. I don't plan to gamble with my life anymore. I don't believe you forgot what happened in the past few years.

A magical apprentice who is not a fart almost wiped out our ten towns.

If it wasn't for Bryn Sander being completely destroyed, we in Targos would not have a day like today.

Faced with mages, it's better to be honest.

I asked for 2 gold coins for each book and the mage, and I sold it at the same price as a small antique, regardless of whether it was good or bad. "

The people around him and outside the house fell silent. They were all people who survived the turmoil, although it was later heard that the mage was only controlled by some kind of evil artifact. Powerful, but at least they all understand that what an artifact can do, a nine-ring mage can definitely do it.

"How long is that person going to stay here?" A big man pushed everyone away and walked in. "Seeing that you look so guilty and short-tempered, did you keep that person?"

Old Summer wiped his sweat from the mayor's glare, completely ignoring the others 'How dare you? ' roared and took a sip of cigarette happily: "He gave me three days to buy antique books in Ten Towns, and each book is still 2 gold. He will come to pick it up every evening at dusk, if you are interested, bring it. Let me sell it on your behalf! I'm a copper boy without saying much.

This is the price that the Archmage offered. Those of you who are interested can buy it from other towns. I remember that those drunkards can sell it for 1 silver coin! "

The onlookers were only stunned for a few seconds, and then they scattered. Anyway, the weapons were all on their backs, and the road between the ten towns was not very dangerous. While only these guys around know about it, hurry up!

"I have a lot of books in my house," said the mayor of Targos in a low voice, "but I don't believe the price, old Summer, if you don't have any money, now you'll just shut the door and rush in by yourself. To Bryn Sander."

"Hehe... I'm not lying." Summer glanced outside and said softly, "But... This archmage should have been in Silvermoon City before he came here, and he used silver to pay the bill. Monthly gold coins."

The commonly used gold coins here are those from Neverwinter City and Waterdeep City. Two gold coins are equal to one silver moon coin.

The mayor smiled and nodded: "I'll have someone send it over later. I also want to see what the silver moon coins look like."

As he turns away, Old Summer's face twists.

The big man who cared about him never left, frowning and standing silently on the side, waiting for the mayor to leave before he couldn't help but say: "Old Summer, what does Marko mean? I don't I don't think he wants anything."

"Don't worry, Beshmit.

Even the books he sent weren't necessarily all antiques. "Old Summer slapped his pipe, "It doesn't matter, he knows what he knows, he can at most cost me 100 gold coins, just as I pay the protection fee.

Other people won't believe I didn't make any money, but they won't say much since Marco has delivered the book. "

Beshmit nodded: "Then I'll stay today! What if someone wants to trouble you?"

"You mean the idiot next door who turned the bookstore into a thief's shop?" Old Summer was amused by him, coughing and laughing, "He can be so stupid, but the thieves' union behind him is definitely not stupid.

Don't listen to the jokes that lie to the barbarians, if the wizard can really kill the thief, it only proves that the thief is higher than the wizard!

Spell-breaking daggers are never something that low-level thieves can get their hands on.

And the one who came today is the leader of the Thieves Guild, so he may not dare to do it. "

"You know who he is?" Beshmit asked in surprise.

"Hehe... Born in Silvermoon City, young and handsome, rich and powerful, he even dared to fly in the strong winds of Icewind Valley, there is only one nearest Northland, that Aglaia The lord of the city.

How many times have I told you, chat with those merchants when you have free time, especially those from Neverwinter!

The king of theirs has a better character, and the merchant from Neverwinter has a much better character. When it has nothing to do with him, he can still tell the truth.

Unlike the people of Waterdeep and Luskan, who have hooks in every sentence, I really believe in them. Today I saw that endless purse, and maybe I dared to do it. "

"Endless purse?" Beshmit roared loudly, and was beaten on the head by Summer's ruthless pipe before lowering his voice, "Is that the little bag that claims to be able to take out fifty thousand gold coins?

My Tapas!

This is so rich! The dragon would be ashamed to see him, right? "

"He's notoriously rich, and he won the Vol'jin Temple in the fight for the rich!" Summer's expression was full of reverie, "If I had so much money, who would stay in such a ghost place!"

"But old Summer, you don't go back to the mainland, isn't it because you are wanted?" Beshmit scratched his head and said the truth that made Summer immediately furious.

"Get the **** out of here! Go to Bryn Sander, there's enough antique books there to wipe the **** of those drunks!" Summer yelled, "I don't need you to accompany me, earn your own My wife is going!"

Knowing that Summer would not be in danger, the big guy left with a smile~IndoMTL.com~ He is half barbarian and has always hoped to marry a barbarian wife, which would have to pay the barbarian tribe a lot of property Just do it.

"Wait." Summer suddenly remembered something, and called back Beshmit, who was ready to leave, "When you get to Bryn Sander, you must stay away from the goddess of wealth.

His image is so obvious that the followers of Friends of the Merchant will know when they hear it, but never say it out of your mouth, you know?

Don't bother your Tampa! "

Beshmit rubbed his head with his right hand holding a big axe, and waved his other hand: "Don't worry! Those golden guys will never dare to trouble the brave men of Tempas. !

I don't mind them either, Tempus hates Vol'jin the most! "

Summer sighed, pressed his eyes, and motioned for the rough guy to get out of the way.

If it wasn't for his savage father being his former teammate, Summer wouldn't care about the idiot's life or death!