"Don't knock, the door is unlocked, come in by yourself. ”

As soon as there was a knock on the door, an impatient response sounded from behind the tattered iron door, and old Tom's shrill voice Roger dared to guarantee that he would not be able to learn to pull his voice.

Hearing this, Roger shrugged, reached out and pushed open the old creaking iron door, and led Jack in. As soon as he came in, Roger subconsciously narrowed his eyes, not for anything else, but because it was too bright inside, which made the two people who were used to the dark environment a little unbearable for a while.

The dilapidated cellar has a hole in the sky, and the neatly arranged shelves are stacked with all kinds of carefully wiped tools and equipment, each of which has been carefully oiled and waxed by Tom, and placed in a conspicuous position, and by the light of the magic crystal lamp hanging on the roof, it reflects the bright light, and any one of them seems to be a treasure that can be thrown into the pan-continent to be fought for by countless people.

Behind the low wooden counter surrounded by shelves, an old fur hat dangled around, and Roger didn't even look at the goods on the shelves, and walked straight to the counter.

As a full-fledged profiteer who has been exiled to the underworld and can still find a way to do business, Tom the Rat is best at making a bunch of tattered packages that look like dwarven craftsmen's fine works, such as a wild battle axe on the left shelf that claims to be doped with pure gold and can easily shred the fur of monsters, which is actually the product of a rusty axe that he found out of nowhere, grinding off the rust and inserting it into the handle of a wooden axe.

If you really take it to find trouble with those monsters in the black wind, believe me, you can only pray that you run fast enough, if you are lucky enough to run back, when you want to trouble him, Tom can definitely use half a month to show you the unique skill of grinding through the fur of the monster with this axe, in order to prove the authenticity of his propaganda, and it is also thanks to the strength of a first-order magician, otherwise the undead would have been killed a long time ago, and it should be noted that Tom produced it, and it will not be returned.

Thankfully, after the pit and the residents of several nearby undead gathering spots, the wise undead rarely patronized Tom's shop anymore, and I have to say, it was a lot of enthusiastic good deeds.

"I'm still tinkering with your. Roger chuckled and buttoned the counter, his swaying fur hat paused for a moment, and Tom, with his sharp-eared cheeks, poked his head out from under the counter, a pair of small, round-rimmed glasses hanging from his long, narrow hooked nose.

Glancing at Roger leaning on the counter and Jack behind him, Tom tilted his head and said angrily: "Who should I be, it turns out to be you poor ghost, go and go, don't stop me from doing business." After saying that, he ignored Roger, who was still standing there, and lowered his head to wipe the half-body armor on the ground.

Knowing Tom's temperament, Roger popped a gray crystal out of his pocket and landed on the counter, the crisp sound made Tom's ears tremble, the smile on Roger's face remained unchanged, and he continued: "How about it, old money fan, this time I have time." ”

"What is this?"

Tom, who was less than Roger's waist, climbed onto the high chair behind the counter, changed into a monocle out of nowhere, leaned over to look at the small gray crystal on the counter, and only raised his head sharply after a while, and didn't care about the old fur hat falling, but said in surprise: "There are almost no impurities in the soul crystals, and there is not even a residual magic in the refining process? Where did you get such a box of crude soul fragments that was on top of the dark wizard?"

Hearing Tom's exclamation, Skeleton Jack, who had been following Roger to look at the goods on the shelves, turned his head suspiciously to look at Roger's back, and then carefully studied the rags on the shelves.

Roger bent down to pick up the fur hat that rolled off the counter, handed it to Tom, stared at Tom with black eyes and said, "You sell things, I buy things, why do you need to inquire about the source of the money." ”

'Only the guests who spend money are the real guests. ’

Tom, who practiced this deeply, hurriedly put on a flattering smile, and without a trace, retracted the gray soul crystal into his cuffs, Tom hunched his waist and said, "Ouou, of course not, please allow Tom the halfling to serve you." ”

"Depending on the value of this soul crystal, you can shop at will in this boutique area. Tom gestured to the row of shelves against the wall.

"Get something really useful, Tom. Roger crossed his arms and watched Tom's performance, this guy is known for his thick skin and greed for money, "Who in the neighborhood doesn't know that you sell some cheating daddy on the shelf, if I go out with your pile of broken copper and iron, I'll be laughed to death by the bastards in the tavern, I want your collectibles." ”

Hearing Roger's words, Tom, who was bowing down, slowly straightened up, the flattering expression on his face converged, and the small eyes behind the glasses stared directly at Roger's face, and his tone was extremely flat: "Although I don't know where you know it, but if you want my collection, I'm afraid your soul crystal is not enough." ”

"And what about that?" Roger picked off the bulging pouch he was pinning to his waist and pressed it on the counter, "and where these crystals come from." ”

"Ding Ding"

Taking the small bag, Tom took the bag and shook it in his ear, and a pleasant collision sounded, Tom sighed, put down the bag, and took out a pipe from his arms, and the curling smoke quickly rose.

"Well, there's no need, I'm not stupid enough to be able to guess after living here for so long. Tom reverted to his original no-nonsense look, "But I guess it's not that easy to get." ”

"Well, it was pure serendipity that I was able to get it. Roger agreed.

In fact, when Roger returned home and seriously thought about it, if it weren't for Rust's leadership, not to mention whether he would have been able to find the right path in the intricate mines, just filling the concept of death near the anomalous spatial rift would not be something he could resist by himself, and these soul crystals that he had collected at that time would probably be difficult to appear again.

"Okay, wait for me a while. Tom jumped out of his high chair and walked out from behind the counter, motioning for the two of them to stand where they were, while he dodged into the hidden door behind the shelf, "Don't touch them later, I have collected these treasures here with great difficulty." ”

After a few minutes, the diminutive Tom walked out with a box that was much larger than his size, and slammed the box on the ground, "You can pick two of these soul crystals in this bag, and the rest depends on your own eyesight." ”

After a few rounds of fiddling with his head, the heavy box was opened, Tom got up and gave way for Roger to choose, and did not forget to boast: "Don't say that I cheated on you, a lot of the belongings here were obtained by me and those desperate dark wizards, as for what effect....." He sneered and said nothing.

"Heh, there are a lot of good things. Roger, who squatted down, looked at the neatly stacked bottles and cans in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh. These are the collections of Tom the Mouse, derived from the magic potions made by the dark wizards, and all of them exude distorted magical powers.

According to the three laws of the foundation of magic, magic is a phenomenon created by the expenditure of magical power based on mental power, and it is natural to conclude that magic can only be released by beings with mental power and can construct complex magical models. Such a conclusion was undoubtedly bad news for the hot potions research on the continent at that time.

Between the inception of magic and Goode's publication of the Three Laws of Cornerstone, the success of magic potions was the highest ideal of every mage, and in their imagination, magic potions were a kind of solidified magic made by mages who were instilled with magic and used regardless of rank, and the alluring prospect led to the emergence of various potions research associations.

Goode's interpretation of magic almost completely denies the possibility of potions, and you can compare the conservation of energy to the meaning of a type of perpetual motion machine of the first type. As a result, magic potions became the fantasy of mages, and after all attempts to extract and refine magic plants to make potions failed, and the last potions research society on the continent announced its dissolution, the entire theory of magic potions was shelved and closed for nearly a century until the emergence of the theory of magical solids.

This theory explains the entire magic system from a new perspective, causing an uproar in the entire wizarding world, and we can jump directly to the theoretical result born from it, which is the new magic potion in front of us.

Unlike the potions that can theoretically even be used by ordinary people, the use of the new magic potion requires a certain amount of mental power to activate the magic model projection of the solid phase in it, and then release the corresponding magic through its own chain reaction to produce the corresponding effect. Despite the limitations of the difficulty of the solid-phase magic model and the randomness of experimental potion recipes, magic potions are a powerful help for mages.

"Well, I'll see. Ignoring Tom's painful expression, Roger picked and chose the boxes like vegetables in the wet market. These magic potions made by dark wizards are all lilac liquid in crystal bottles, making it difficult to guess the effect they represent.

"This bottle is too small, this bottle is too ugly, well, these two bottles are good, that's all. Roger said happily as he picked up the two magic potions in the corner of the box.

Tom was shocked by the way he chose the potion, and pointed at Roger in disbelief: "That's how you chose the potion?"

Originally, Tom thought that Roger came over aggressively to buy his collection, and at least he would have the most basic understanding of identifying potions, but he didn't expect Roger to be a complete stunned young man.

"Anyway, I didn't have a name written on it, and anyway, I didn't end up looking at the edge of my eyes. Roger took the potion into his arms, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Those claims that some of the effects of an unknown potion based on the sensing of magical elements are complete nonsense. ”

"You, you, you....." Tom looked very angry, gasped, and waved his hand in disgust: "Whatever you want, if something goes wrong, don't care about me, grab your things and leave!" With that, he went back to the room with the box in his arms, looking like he didn't want to deal with the two of them anymore.

"Let's go, call it a day. Roger stretched comfortably, turned his head and called Jack, who was speechless the whole time, "Go back and get a good night's sleep, I'm tired these days." ”

"Did you really pick a random potion?" asked Jack, who still couldn't hold back when he went out the door, and asked Roger who was walking in front and leaving only one for himself.

Roger, who was walking away quickly, was stunned, rubbed the index finger of his right hand, and replied without looking back: "Who knows." ”