Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 449: Experiencing life is not easy

Hill couldn't help laughing: "My brewing skills are still pretty good, and I rarely fail. Do you want to buy some for those soldiers?"

Although he is a sheriff, Lynn doesn't need to charge in front of him. He is mainly responsible for adding buffs.

The bard is also an algorithm class, so he shouldn't be hurt.

As for his tavern, Lynn will never sell elf wine casually. Even if Hill's fruit wine can fill his warehouse, Lynn will not sell it casually.

Elf wine is not too precious for elves or even some half-elves, but it is something that people who cannot enter the forest of elves to pick fruit cannot afford.

No elves have ever broken the illusion that elves are rare.

That's the way some commoner elves make a living, and it's impossible for Hill to sell a lot of elf wine just because he has enough fruit.

As for Lynn, with his unfamiliar kin being so hospitable, he couldn't have done that.

Lynn understands why Hill has a fake smile on his face. His elf elders are the kind of minority who can't make wine by nature, but they like to drink very much.

The reason why he opened this pub is to make up for years of resentment: can't I drink more if I can't make it?

"These soldiers exercised more hard." Lynn glanced at Hill: "They are all children from ordinary families, and being a small town soldier is their best way out, so the exercise is very hard, a lot of People can only advance by sacrificing their talent and future.

I am also of golden elf blood. Since I was a child, I didn't think elf wine was a good thing. When I came out of the forest, I even brought only two bottles.

Only want to taste what the wine is like outside.

However, until now, when I think about it occasionally, I regret that I didn't bring a few more bottles. "

"Are you still in the training period?" Hill couldn't help asking.

Otherwise, you can go back to the forest to find a few elders of the same clan to exchange.

But if it is an elves or half-elves who came out to experience, they are not allowed to go back without completing the time or even the task of the experience.

Actually, it's not that you can't go back, but once you go back, the training mission will fail completely, and you probably won't be able to inherit the name you want.

Although the names of elves are very long, there are some names with title meanings that need to be recognized by the family before they can be added to their names.

Lyn nodded with a bad expression: "Mine is a time task."

He didn't say how long, but it looks like it must be a long time, and the half-elf parent must be the kind of lazy elf who doesn't like being around.

"How much do you want?" Hill asked with a smile, "I have to pay for elf wine, this is the rule. But according to the price outside, we will all be uncomfortable. I just want to see the Silver Moon Alliance's Herbs and various functional plants, you can exchange these!

There is no need for that special precious herb, which is not lacking in the forest. "

Lynn nodded cheerfully: "Deal. Give me a pot first. I have a subordinate and I need this kind of repairing thing urgently."

Hill took out a silver jug ​​and handed it to Lynn, in exchange for a blank eye: "You use a sterling silver jug ​​to fill me with wine?"

Hill could only be silent.

Lynn quickly understood: "Damn, don't you even have a tin or copper pot?"

He took out a small copper jug ​​from his pocket, poured the wine 'dump dong', and then threw the silver jug ​​back to Hill: "You go to the grocery store with me and buy some normal life. Something to use.

I know that you are a high-level mage, and you are not afraid of robbery, but outside the forest, a silver coin is very precious.

Giving silver products to anyone will only make people think you are a prodigal. "

Hill thinks Lynn has swallowed the big-headed, deceitful fool or something.

He nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll try to look at the lives of ordinary people. Look, aren't you already used to it?"

Gold elves, even commoners, should be used to using gold and silver decorations.

Hill felt that when Lynn looked at him, it looked like he was looking at himself many years ago.

"Not the same at all?" Lynn said with a sneer, "I use gold and silver, not so pure!"

"But I'm a mage who can refine gold and silver myself!" Hill retorted, "I can't deliberately lower the purity."

Lynn couldn't help rolling her eyes again.

But he also knows that in fact, there is no shortage of gold and silver mines in the gold elf's territory, that is, the purity of the ore is low, and it needs to be refined by mages.

On the contrary, there are relatively few copper mines and tin mines, and you need to buy finished products from other places, but there are several mages who can afford them.

Most of the elves are accustomed to buying copper products from outside, and then finding ways to decorate them with gold and silver wire.

A self-sufficient mage like Hill really doesn't need to spend that money.

"Here it is." Lynn took Hill to a stop in front of a boutique, not one of those general-purpose grocery stores.

"Although there are not many Quilva people, there are still some professionals above level 9." He turned to look at Hill, "It's easier for them to make money, and of course they will buy more delicate things.

If there is demand, there will naturally be profiteers. Although it is not a particularly good thing, you can also choose something that you can look at.

Next time you have something to entertain, remember to use these things. "

Hill looked at Lynn, who was standing at the door of someone else's store, and finally saw the majesty of his sheriff. After all, the store owner was standing at the door at the moment, but he could only listen with a smile on his face.

Following Lynn in, Hill understands what he means, the things here are just a few layers from the stupid.

But it's still copper and tin, with a little pattern at most.

In Salar, what ordinary people can use, in Faerûn, it can only be used by the highest level of low-level professionals.

He silently raised the value of the world's gold and silver by several layers in his heart.

Hill bought some finely crafted copper pots and tin cans for only a dozen silver coins.

When he was paying, Lynn's emphasised tone made him understand that it was better to pay for silver coins, rather than 1 gold coin for 10 silver coins.

After walking out of the store, Hill asked why.

"Gold coins are the most valuable." Lynn said without hesitation, "Although you don't care about this difference, you have to know. Paying gold coins for everything will only make people take you for granted. /

You don't want to be called a fool for spending money, right? "

Hill listened to his resentful words and could only nod behind him.

After sending Hill to the door, Lynn warned: "It's been a little messy recently, maybe it's winter, and some guys from the Nether Mountains are going down. I know you're not afraid of the dark ones, but ordinary people are. /

You're a stranger after all, try not to go out and get in trouble and come back. "

Hill nodded: "I've seen a lot of recent books in the library, and I won't go out until I've read them."

"I'll let them pick up some herbs while patrolling. I'll come back to you in two days to exchange elf wine." Lynn said goodbye to Hill with a smile, and turned to the tavern.

Hill watched him leave before returning to the dimension.

"Sir seems to like this half-elf very much." Martha, who was floating at the door to greet him home, couldn't help asking.

Aglaia, who was squatting and playing in the fountain, also looked here curiously.

They could all sense that Hill was very friendly towards Lynn.

"He reminds me of Uncle Adrian," Hill said with a smile.

Marsha and Adrian stayed a little longer, nodding immediately: "Indeed, it's quite similar in terms of nagging."

Hill watched Aglaia turn to play in the water again, knowing she was missing the ocean.

But Hill knows that this clone uses almost half of Aglaia's power.

If the clone dissipates in Faerûn, it will be difficult for Aglaia to recover these powers until the gate is rebuilt.

May even lose half of it.

Hill wouldn't let that happen.

"Aglaia." Hill greeted softly, "Come and look at this material."

"Huh?" Aglaia looked at the filaments in Hill's hands curiously, "The threads of this water system have reached the demigod level? So many! Papa Hill! This is your crystal. Is it the material on the flower parents?"

"That's right." Sylvie said with a smile, "She gave me a lot. Should Aglaia learn to knit a long skirt for herself?"

"Ah?" Aglaia suddenly became energetic, "Yeah! If I use my divine power to weave, I can make a long skirt that changes shape according to my mind!

Papa Hill, I need to think about how to knit it! "

"Martha understands women's dressing well and is proficient in all kinds of knitting methods," Hill said with a smile. "You can ask her anytime."

"Is Papa Hill going to retreat again?" Aglaia's reaction was sharp.

"Yes." Hill said frankly, "I need to make a magic book necessary for mages in this world. It may take a while."

Aglaia readily took the long silk thread from Hill's hand: "Don't worry! Dad Hill, this dress is enough for me to pass the time."

Hill nodded: "I'm just staying in the study, Aglaia can still find me directly."

Aglaia saw Hill take out a pile of copper pots and tin cans to Martha, and couldn't help but ask, "Is Hill's father bankrupt? I have a lot of big pearls here."

"Don't worry~IndoMTL.com~ The world is made of gold and silver." Hill replied ponderingly, "Lynn thinks I am too extravagant to use silver pots and silver bowls for all visitors. In that case, identity Taller guests will be uncomfortable.”

"But, aren't all those guests made of crystal or jade?" Aglaia couldn't help asking.

"The kind in between? Gold and silver?" Hill said hesitantly.

"Sir." Martha couldn't help sighing, "A 16th-level mage, it's not bad to be able to use gold products in daily life, usually silver products are used.

Don't you want to hide your level? "

Hill looked at Martha, tugged at her long hair, and said helplessly, "Then let Martha handle it herself! I try not to use my own tools in front of outsiders."

Hill is a little sad and angry to do his magic book, why is Faerun so poor here?

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