The currency circulation on this continent is mostly based on copper, with silver on top of copper, gold on top of silver, and dragon's eye and magic crystal on gold.

Dragon's eye doesn't refer to a dragon's eye, that's just a metaphor.

The so-called longan refers to the products of various colors of gemstones of similar color, which are formed by a series of processes of cutting, polishing and polishing in the hands of gem craftsmen or jewelry craftsmen with similar specifications and volumes.

Each longan has a lot of value, and even if it is taken out and appreciated alone, it is enough to be called an excellent handicraft.

Magic Crystal is a rare associated ore that rarely appears around various ore veins, and the reason for its occurrence is unknown, and there is no fixed place of origin.

In the study of magic, magic crystals have a wide range of uses. It is not only a good magic material for magic guidance, but also has many effects for mages such as accelerating meditation and replenishing magic power.

In the magic industry, it is said that magic crystals often also serve as an energy source.

Because of their own particularity and rarity, magic crystals and dragon's eyes rarely participate in the currency circulation on the mainland, so various transactions on the continent are mainly based on the use of gold, silver and copper.

However, in a remote place like Grey Curtain Town, even gold is rare, and perhaps the major forces will hold a small amount in their hands, and it is almost impossible to see it in the bazaar.

In terms of currency exchange, one hundred copper shields can be exchanged for one silver wolf, fifteen silver wolves can be exchanged for one golden eagle, thirty golden eagles can be exchanged for one magic crystal, and sixty golden eagles can be exchanged for a gem or dragon eye, and the exchange between magic crystals and dragon eyes is generally two to one.

Although the above exchange rate is common to the mainland, it is not stable, and the closer to the source of the relevant metal, the greater the fluctuation.

For example, in a certain gold mining town, the exchange ratio is twelve silver wolves and one golden eagle, and in a certain silver mining town, the ratio may be changed to eighteen silver wolves to one golden eagle.

It can be said that as long as you are lucky enough to mine gold and silver mines and become a mine owner, then you can almost say that you have no worries about food and clothing in this life.

During the Old Kingdom, the old and new veins in various places belonged to the state industry, and the right to mint coins was firmly in the hands of the royal family and important ministers. In the Bright Calendar, the imperial power declined, and the ownership of the ore veins and the right to mint coins also changed owners, becoming the Holy See of Light or the Temple of Light.

Today, due to the extremely restrictive nature of the Dark Region, the difficulty of trade and currency circulation and management between the various territories of the continent has increased several times.

The Dark Council, or the Dark Temple, had to let go of its coinage, and in turn encouraged the people to mine private mines, mint more private coins, and stimulate trade. Based on this, many villages and towns built along the mountains and mines also came into being.

However, although the Dark Temple has released the right to mint coins in its hands, the bulk trade on the continent is still dominated by temple gold coins.

Because of the Dark Temple's status as the supremacy of the continent, and because of the fairness and impartiality of the Temple's gold coins themselves, there are almost no counterfeit coins or gold coins mixed with too many other metals.

When the lords of the following territories mint coins privately, if you are happy, you can even cast your own head on the surface of the coin, but if you dare to imitate the temple gold coin, once the black-robed law enforcement team arrives, it will inevitably be the end of the destruction of the territory and the fall of the head.

Grey Curtain Town, North District.

It's a grocery store that's been in business in Grey Curtain for eight years since Delier took over from his father's generation.

The streets are usually crowded with people, and the connections are gradually accumulating, and this small shop is also a little famous in the town.

At the moment, the shopkeeper Delier was standing lazily behind the counter, holding a piece of fabric in his hand, and after occasionally raising his eyes to sweep the pedestrians on the street, he continued to look down and wipe his beloved bony cup.

The overall space of this storefront is not small, but the back is divided into most of the living area, leaving only a small door to connect the storefront storefront.

The furnishings of the store are simple, with three lockers standing against the wall on three walls, and a long solid wood back-back counter facing the street is across the doorway, leaving only a lifting board at the edge for entry and exit.

The interior of the store maintains a sense of openness and emptiness to the maximum, with only a low table and a high chair, and customers on the street only need to stand behind the counter and glance at it to see the different items displayed on the shelves.

The so-called grocery store, as the name suggests, does not just sell one or a few items, but has a little bit of everything.

In terms of food, most of the food is dried goods with a long shelf life, fruits, vegetables, wines, mushrooms and berries.

For daily use, there were several robes lined with linen shirts, gloves, long and short boots, and other oil, salt, needles, and threads, and there were even a few hand axes, daggers, and long swords hanging on the masonry wall above the low cabinet in the front.

Four hooded figures in black robes appeared on the street and stopped behind the grocery store counter.

"Ahem...... Ahem, is there a cure?" one of the figures approached the counter, making a hoarse old voice, occasionally coughing.

The shopkeeper Delier raised his eyes, and the four people who arrived were of different heights, judging from their standing, it seemed that they were mainly coming up to question the old fellow, and the other three might be fools like the guards, but they just lowered their heads and exuded a sense of mystery in the back.

Looking at the old man who spoke out again, Delier's heart twitched violently in an instant, and it gradually returned to normal later.

I don't know which grave the old monster crawled out of.

Through the bright candlelight in the store, you can see the old man's face hidden under the hood.

The white hair was withered and fluttering, the old lifeless flesh was stacked and falling on the face, and the deep wrinkles were like ravines in the swamp, only the eyes still flashed keenly.

However, after many years of operation in the town, the strange guest Delier has not never seen before.

He didn't answer the old man's question, but just shook his chin to the side shelf.

If you look at him, you can see that potions of different colors are neatly erected on small potion racks, but there are not many of them.

"Price?" the old voice sounded again.

"Three silver coins, a bottle of healing potion comes with a bottle of antidote and insect repellent. Delier replied.

The old man smiled secretly, obviously the price was a bit inflated, usually three bottles of potions cost at most two silver coins.

Moreover, the cost of three bottles of potions, including the process, is only about one silver coin, which shows that the profit margin of the potion has always been considerable.

If you calculate according to the normal living standard of a family of three in the town, it only costs six or seven silver coins a month, which can ensure the quality of life of bread and vegetable soup and occasionally a meal of meat.

"Ahem...... Ahem, I just need healing potions. ”

"Not for sale, the supply has been a little tight recently, so I can only match. ”

"Then at your price, I will have ten shares. ”

"Uh...... Not yet. ”

Deliel stopped his rubbing movement and glanced up at the old man, not that he didn't want to do this business, but that he only had four bottles of healing potions left in his hand.

Today's treatments are in high demand and are almost out of stock.

And Delier is well aware that there are now only two towns in the entire territory, Newtown and Dry Leaf Ridge, each with a pharmacist.

Grey Curtain used to have it, but unfortunately a plague has passed, and Bardy Moore's old fur is gone.

Due to the limitations of the collection of medicinal herbs in the surrounding areas, the pharmacists in other towns can only barely maintain the supply of their own towns, and there is rarely a surplus supply to expand trade, not to mention that the healing potion is originally a very large consumable.

Healing potions, along with antidotes and insect repellents, are also standard for adventurers entering the dark wilderness.

But often by the end of the treatment, four or five bottles may have been used, and the antidote and insect repellent may not have a chance to be opened. After all, those potions have their own use environment, but they usually don't dare to bring some in case of emergency.

Therefore, Delier plans to use the last few bottles of healing potions in his hand to pull a wave of sales, and the remaining stocks of antidote can be sent away, and one bottle is counted as one bottle, so there is a saying that either three bottles are bought together or not sold.

"You don't, but we do. ”

The wrinkles on the old man's face piled up an ugly smile, and he stretched out his hand like a chicken claw, and the wide sleeves of his robe swept across the counter, and then three bottles of healing potions appeared on the counter.

"You...... What do you mean?" the corners of Delier's eyes twitched.

"I mean we can provide you with a constant supply of goods. ”

Hearing what the other party meant, Delier smiled contemptuously, took two steps back and sat down on the high chair, even crossing his legs.