Chapter 165 Traveling Merchant
At this time, Blackstone Town was full of ice and snow elements.
For example, there are ice crystals hanging at the door of every house.
And the snowman piled in front of the door.
It adds a rare romantic atmosphere to this mining town with strong folk customs.
In the central square of the town stands an ice sculpture of a goddess - abstract in shape and rough in workmanship, with only a vague human figure visible.
At first glance, it looks like an amateur carving.
In fact, the people who processed this ice sculpture were several experienced miners.
It was carved out with their miners' picks.
Only if it can be exquisite can there be ghosts.
As night falls, the celebration begins.
The square was crowded with people singing and dancing.
The ice sculpture is surrounded by torches and crowds, and the celebration continues until the ice sculpture melts.
The only bard in town played a tune in front of the campfire.
There was clearly no musical instrument in his hand, he was just stirring the air with his slender fingers, yet he could produce beautiful piano sounds.
Accompanied by his charming voice, a beautiful movement was performed.
Young people danced to the songs.
Among the carnival crowd, two short figures wrapped in brown cloaks remained motionless, like two sacks filled with goods. Only two pairs of eyes were revealed, proving that they were living creatures.
The bright eyeballs reflected the light of the bonfire, and he observed the crowd sharply.
An old voice came from the larger "sack": "Look over there, that freckle-faced young man, what do you think his current 'needs' are?" The voice of the smaller "sack" next to it was more childish:
" Hmm... He is wearing a formal suit that is out of season for this occasion, and his hair can be seen to have been specially taken care of. There must be someone he particularly cares about... Who has he been looking at evasively? Aha, the one with long brown braids The girl's attention was completely attracted by the bard's voice and she didn't notice him at all. Maybe he needs a beautiful flower or other suitable gift to express his feelings... My analysis is correct Master?"
"Most of it is correct, but you think too complicatedly and are divorced from reality. Take a good look at him. He is only wearing a thin coat on a cold day and is shivering from the cold. He abandons warmth for grace. , I bet he can't even open his mouth now."
"Oh, I understand, he needs a piece of warm clothing most now!" "
But that conflicts with his need to stay handsome, and besides, a piece of warm clothing The profit of outerwear is far less than that of a warm-up amulet."
"It makes sense, but master, is he really willing to spend so much money to buy a amulet?"
"Don't underestimate the human desire for mating, especially in this age group Young men, they will do anything for a kiss... Look, you have an example in front of you."
A young man and woman stepped back from the dancing crowd, holding hands, their rosy faces reflected in the firelight and happy smile.
The two kissed passionately while holding hands and moving to a place where there were few people nearby.
"What do you think they need most at this time?"
"Uh, a bed? Hehe."
"Hehehe...?!"
The lovers saw two "sacks" on the ground out of the corner of their eyes, and subconsciously sat on them.
Unexpectedly, one of the "sacks" suddenly jumped up, waved two thick short arms and shouted: "Let me see clearly!"
The woman exclaimed, and when she looked closely, the two "sacks" stood up, but it was Two dwarves in brown cloaks.
The couple blushed and apologized profusely, holding hands and slipping into the crowd.
"How rude."
The young dwarf muttered dissatisfiedly.
At this time, I went to see the young man who was more elegant than warm, but he had already disappeared.
Maybe I finally couldn't bear the cold anymore and went home.
I left this venue with regrets as my needs were not met.
The dwarf sighed sadly.
"Don't be depressed, as long as you are willing to observe, there is demand everywhere in this world." The old dwarf paused, and then added: "In addition, it doesn't matter if there is no ready demand. High-end businessmen can create demand by themselves..." The old
dwarf After a pause, he stroked his beard under his cloak, narrowed his eyes, and looked in a certain direction among the crowd.
The dwarf knew that his look meant finding the target.
Immediately follow his line of sight and look over.
I saw a richly dressed gentleman standing at the front of the peripheral crowd, enjoying the minstrel's performance, with an elegant smile on his face, and applauding the wonderful performance with the people around him.
His hands were covered with rings of various colors.
"A mage." The old dwarf made a very certain judgment based on his experience.
As we all know, mages are all wealthy people.
No matter what level of mage you are, the magic props in your hands are indispensable.
There are also various materials required for casting spells, all of which require money to support. You can't become a mage without money, unless you are lucky enough to meet a generous and responsible mentor.
"But he looks like he lacks everything." The dwarf analyzed it and found that the other party was impeccable.
"As I just said, high-end businessmen can create demand by themselves. Follow up, don't talk nonsense, and watch from the sidelines. I will teach you how to do it." The old dwarf said, then moved his short legs and walked
through The crowd walked towards the mage.
The dwarfs followed.
...
"I am Grad Wheel, a traveling merchant from Rapau. This is my apprentice, Tub." The
old dwarf took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a broad, weathered face, and a gray beard tucked into the cloak. Inside, it looks like it may be hanging down to the ground.
The dwarf next to him also took off his cloak following his introduction, revealing a typical dwarf face, with a big nose, protruding forehead, broad cheeks, a beard that has begun to take shape, and a clear sense of stupidity in his eyes.
Carter heard him say that he was a traveling businessman and became interested.
The alchemy workshop has just opened and has not sold anything yet.
Maybe you can make your first profit from them.
As a traveling merchant, you buy from here and sell there.
Carter saluted them and introduced himself: "Carter Neo, my companions and I opened the alchemy workshop in this town." When the old dwarf heard that the other party was a shop owner, he immediately became interested
.
There are many alchemy items in his inventory, especially many magic potions, which will expire if they are not sold.
Maybe, you can make a lot of money from him.
As a traveling businessman, making money is the only purpose. He has no prejudice against wild alchemists. As long as there are some who can make money, he can deal with them.
He immediately suggested: "Why don't we find a place to have a drink, maybe we can discuss business."
Carter smiled and said: "That's what I mean."
...
Most of the residents in the town gathered outside to party at this time, and the pub was so crowded. Very deserted.
Carter and the two dwarves chose a table by the window and ordered three glasses of ale.
After some polite exchanges, they felt each other's details and temperament without leaving any trace, and each of them felt confident.
Carter asked:
"The Chaos Period is coming soon. Do you still want to continue traveling?"
"You don't know, the Chaos Period is the most profitable season for traveling merchants."
I rarely deal with traveling merchants, so this sounds a bit strange. Counterintuitive, but Carter figured it out after a little thought.
During the chaos period, population mobility weakens, and people's demand for traveling merchants will indeed be higher than usual.
"You don't look like an alchemist." The old dwarf stared at him sharply with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes. "If I guessed correctly, you should be a mage, and you major in wind spells." "Okay
. Eyesight."
Carter acknowledged his vision.
He probably didn't use any identification skills just now, he just relied on experience and naked eye observation.
It was nothing to see that he was a mage.
But it is not that easy to draw the conclusion that he majored in wind magic.
This old dwarf is very good at reading people.
After being praised by the other party, the old dwarf did not show any joy.
"Then I think you might be interested in this."
The old dwarf said, taking out a bottle of dark blue potion from his storage backpack and placing it on the table.
It is different from the common bottles on the market in Tulum Kingdom.
It's not a potion bottle with a round belly, but a square one.
"Wind Wing Elixir, I got it in the Holy Shield Kingdom. As far as I know, this kind of elixir is not popular in Tulum yet. "
It can greatly increase the power of the wind spell of the user. As a wind spell, you A mage should be able to sense the rich wind element in it. "
Having said this, the old dwarf paused for a moment, as if waiting for him to check.
After Carter picked it up and observed it, he continued very proudly: "The best thing is that its toxic and side effects are far less than those commonly seen on the market in Tulum. of the same type of potion. After taking it, except for the weakened resistance to ice, there are almost no other side effects. And according to experiments, it takes almost a dozen bottles in a row before obvious signs of poisoning appear. The old
dwarf leaned back on his chair and showed a confident smile: "Have you ever seen a more perfect potion than this?" ”
(End of chapter)