Although, to be exact, Phil is no longer the original Phil, but since accepting to live in this world as an individual Phil, Phil does not want the evidence of these memories to slowly fade away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After taking a shower, Phil rested for a day before getting up and going to the trading area.

As soon as I walked to Francis's material store, I saw that the fat man was about to go out.

"Hey, Phil, you're finally here? Francis stopped, turned and gave Phil a hug.

Phil didn't dodge it all of a sudden, so he had to let him do whatever he wanted.

"I didn't pay attention to those messages. Phil said.

"Haha, the results of your mission this time have spread, the Night Wolf siege, the Scythe Ghost attack, and even a first-class wizard apprentice in Senluo Bone Castle," Francis put down the box in his hand and looked at Phil carefully, "Only two people came back from the mission of more than a dozen people, and even the people from the previous session paid some attention." ”

"But Fill, how do I feel like you've become a little better looking this time you're on a mission?" he stared at Phil's face with a frown.

"You're wrong. Phil, whose whole face was a degree whiter, said coldly.

"Well, even if I'm mistaken," the fat man shrugged, "but if you have any tricks up your sleeve or developed a new beauty potion, please let me know." ”

"Wizards need this too?" asked Phil.

"Of course not," Francis shook his head, "I'm not just in the wizard's business. ”

"Okay," Phil didn't want to talk about this, "I'm here to buy materials, but you seem to be going out, am I just here?"

Francis seemed to remember something, and patted his head, "Oh my, I couldn't help but talk a little more when I met you, and I almost lost track of time." It's the Black Street, there's a slave trade today, and I'm rushing there. ”

"Slave fair?" Phil had also heard of this kind of thing, which was different from the hard work of ordinary people, the slaves in the wizarding world were mostly special populations in remote areas, and there were some subhuman races, and there were very few human slaves. It is said that a long time ago, a wizard bought the Moro people back at a slave trade in Victoria Harbour, and then multiplied into the current canteen. It's just that I didn't have the strength, foundation, or financial resources before, so I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Black Street is a street deep in the college's trading area, where there are many rare commodity transactions, which are not comparable to those common goods outside.

"Yes, it is said that the quality of the slaves is very good this time, and I want to see if I can buy a few back. The fat man lifted the box again, "That's right, Phil, if it's okay, why don't you come and take a look?"

Phil thought about it and followed.

Francis, as the owner of a material store in the Wizarding Academy, naturally would not go out like Phil, this place is only a few hundred meters away from the black street, but there is already a turtle cart waiting at the door of the store, and a servant is ahead of Francis, kneeling on the ground.

Looking at his thin body, Francis stepped on such a large tonnage, and he didn't shake at all.

Phil stepped on it, and there was no mustard in his heart. Although he came from Earth, in his memory, Phil had always had servants serve like this in his childhood.

In the carriage, Francis had already poured a full glass of wine for Phil.

The red wine was placed on a small table, and no matter how fast the turtle ran, it would not have a trace of shaking to be revealed, and no wine overflowed.

Phil unceremoniously took a sip and drank it all, and then he felt a fluctuation of fire elemental energy in his throat, and the whole person instantly seemed to be sitting in a sea of fire elemental energy.

"Good wine!" exclaimed Phil.

Francis looked at the empty wine glass in Phil's hand with a distressed face: "Of course it's good wine, good wine can't stand you so bad!"

No wonder he is so distressed, this wine tastes good, and drinking it before meditation also has a slight gain in the absorption of fire element energy, and the price is naturally not comparable to ordinary wine.

Phil laughed, watched as Francis carefully poured him another glass, and then looked at the box beside him that had not left him.

"I didn't expect you to love money so much. Phil took a shallow sip and said.

Francis sneered and said, "Phil, I'm a businessman. ”

"I know. ”

"But you don't know why I'm a businessman. Francis said, "I don't think I told you, Phil, that my wizarding talent is second-class. ”

"The second-class wizard talent is considered the top talent in my family, and even in this Black Rope Tower Academy, it is also one of the most promising people to become wizards. Perhaps in this way, it is better to be a wizard than a businessman. But Phil, do you know what a wizard is? Do you think that wizards are always so high? Do you think that wizards are the top power in the world? Do you think wizards are omnipotent?"

The fat man suddenly said very seriously, and Phil sighed and put the glass down.

"You know, the longest-lived person of ordinary people can live for more than a hundred years, and the wizard apprentice can extend this time a little bit, reaching two hundred years old, and as long as he is promoted to a full-fledged wizard, his lifespan will immediately increase several times, reaching a thousand years old. ”

"But that's just his lifespan, how many wizards can live that long? Phil, I'm telling you, very little. The vast majority of wizards can only live to be 700 years old, 800 years old is very rare, 900 years old is even rarer, and many wizards have a lifespan of less than 500 years. Some of them died in the College War, some died in their own experiments, and some died inexplicably...... In the wizarding world, it's too hard to live longer. ”

"Merchants are different, as long as you become a successful businessman, you will have countless money, you can do anything with this money! you can buy countless witch weapons, you can also buy life prolonging potions, and even, Phil, you can even buy a legendary Heavenly Demon Potion, as long as one can make you an official wizard!"

"But how many wizard apprentices have gone through normal learning and eventually become wizards? Phil, even if I am a second-class wizard talent, I can't guarantee that I will become a full-fledged wizard. And becoming a businessman is simple. My family is a merchant family, I am proficient in trading and I know how to find the value of something. Phil, as long as he becomes a businessman, he can enjoy everything through money......"

Francis rarely talks to Phil so much, and he drinks as he does, making Phil think he's just reluctant to drink.

The distance of a few hundred meters is really short, and the turtle car will soon reach the ground.

"Phil, I remember I told you that my family was developed as a receptionist in a material store, right?" Before getting out of the car, Francis said, "You know what? That receptionist, that is my ancestor, is still alive for more than a thousand years. ”

"So in our place, learning to make money is always easier to be praised than learning to learn. ”

Phil got out of the tortoise car after Francis.

The black street is different from the main street of the trading area outside, although it is also full of people, but the people here seem to be more hurried.

Francis walked to a small building with the suitcase, showed an invitation to the two knights guarding the door, and then walked in with Phil.

After passing through a slightly dimly lit downward hallway, I pushed open a door and came to a noisy hall.

Phil has the feeling of being on another world.

Here, there are many apprentice wizards who seem to have lost their cool, pointing at the various humanoids in the cages leaning against the wall, talking to the slave owners standing by, they are picky about the goods they are about to buy, pulling the facial features of the goods to check for diseases, taking out blood to check the bloodline, and some will break open the back yard of the goods in case the slave owners do anything to the goods.

"Hey!" Francis said hello and explained to Phil, and went over to talk to the acquaintance he had met.

Phil watched from afar as he was familiar with others, and indeed he was very good at being a businessman, and he wanted to be as successful as his ancestors.

But is this the reason why he has a heart-to-heart relationship with Phil on the tortoise cart?

Phil doesn't think so.

Having spent so much time with Francis, Phil knows too well who he is. Everything Francis does, he has a purpose.

So is he telling the truth to Phil?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. He is a person who always puts a little lie in a pile of truths, and this is always very convincing to him.

It's like the owner of a material store, why would he want to work as a receptionist every day? Is it really because of his ancestors?

That may be true, but he would never really be so enthusiastic about every customer. Phil could even guess that after Francis became the owner of this material store, he immediately conducted an intelligence investigation on the students of the recent class, analyzed the strength and development potential of each student, and then selected the most likely candidate.

That's how Phil believed, he was chosen. Phil is only a little curious now, how much does the information labeled "Phil Underwood" in Francis's database record about him? What characteristics does Francis like about him? Is it because of his relationship with Miranda, Thomas and others, or because of his hidden ability to make medicines?

Phil doesn't know.

Not far away, Francis's circle of friends slowly added a few more people, all of whom seemed to be as keen as him to be a top businessman, and he seemed very comfortable there, even faintly becoming the head of the crowd.

However, he didn't show it at all, and in the middle of chatting, Francis glanced back at Phil and smiled, indicating that he had not forgotten Phil.

Phil also smiles in return and lives in harmony with the world.