"If I had known this, I would have brought in a loaf of bread and eaten it."

Charles smelled that the guy at No. 74, who was five stalls away from him, had started to eat again, and he couldn't stop swallowing again.

When he came in in the morning, he fantasized that his goods would be robbed directly, after all, judging from his spiritual power vision, these elixirs were all locked in the spirit when the spiritual power was most saturated, and they were definitely of the highest quality, so he didn't have to worry about selling them at all.

But now, several stalls in the vicinity have come to several waves of customers, and my own small stall has not yet opened, and I have not gone out to eat at noon, for fear that the guests who come will be missed by myself.

But at this time, he could clearly feel that the entire trading area was deserted, and many of the pharmacist apprentices who had set up stalls had already gone home, and he could only suffer from hunger.

There's no way, I don't have much money in my pocket, so is it possible to ask Olive for money tonight?

A while ago, Charles did ask Olive for money and felt at ease, but today he just felt that he couldn't open that mouth.

"Rub Rub"

A hurried footstep came from a distance, and Charles poked his head out for the first time, looking at what might well be the last guest of the day.

This is a man of about fifty years old, with a hooked nose and a large toad mouth, a powdered face that is white and red, and his hair is thick and golden, but Charles can tell at a glance that it is a wig, and then look at the heavy bags under his eyes, you don't have to guess that this is a kidney loss that has begun to lose its head.

Hawkhooknose was obviously a regular customer, and walked straight to booth 76 next to Shire, but the stall owner sold out of goods by noon.

The eagle hook nose saw that no one was in a hurry at No. 76, stomped his feet left and right, and a few people around him who had not left saw his anxious appearance, and they all began to sit up and pick up the posture, just waiting for him to come up and ask for the price, and give him a knife.

Charles swallowed his saliva, he was a little far away, and there was not much chance, but the gurgling in his stomach reminded him of himself in his previous life, when he was also very face-saving, he was stepped on again and again in the competition, and when he understood something, he was already in his prime.

A hoarse voice suddenly came back within this small area, and it was low, neither humble nor arrogant, like a depressed patient talking to himself, like a bard reciting a monologue, but not like a merchant shouting hard.

"I just prepared a lot of spiritual power potions last night! The powder of tabby orchid, the juice of horse itch grass, the stamina potion, the explosive potion, and the healing and recovery potion are all of the highest quality, and it costs no money to taste them."

The already deserted trading area suddenly became as silent as a cemetery in the suburbs late at night.

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What is called silent crows, that is, a group of crows and sparrows look at a phoenix but do not say a word, only the cold eyes reveal contempt and disdain.

Charles really couldn't care about it, he didn't show his face anyway, and his voice that hadn't drunk water for a long time easily shouted out a foolish falsetto, who knows whom?

If he were an Earl now, he would never have been able to do such a thing, but now he is just Chenaniz Lee, and if the price drops, the price will fall! Wasn't the free market in the previous life like this? What kind of high pretending to be high when all the people set up stalls?

The fifty-year-old hooknose was also surprised to hear Charles's shouting, he had never heard such a characteristic shouting after so many visits.

He hesitated, and though his face was full of suspicion, he turned to Charles's side.

"Hey, Blucher, that's a newcomer, just arrived yesterday."

Charles's heart was full of anger, No. 74, you bastard eat intestines, just mess up my mouth and make me spit, and dare to rob Lao Tzu's business, this festival Lao Tzu wrote it down.

But Charles didn't take into account that Hook Nose was looking for stall owner No. 76, but the stall owner was not there, and No. 74 was the closest to him, so Charles was actually robbing other people's deals.

Eagle Hook Nose spoke, his voice was deep, and his mid-air was a little vague, "I know he's a newcomer, but except for Shi Krang, your medicine is inferior and doesn't have much effect." ”

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"Hey, you old fellow, who do you say sells inferior goods? You can't do it yourself, and you blame other people's bad potions."

Eagle Hook Nose offended a large number of people with one sentence, and before the stall owner of No. 74 got angry, several other stall owners started scolding.

"That's it, if you want high-quality goods, why don't you go to the second floor and buy them?

"He goes to the second floor? What is he? Is he a nobleman? Does he have the qualifications to enter the door?"

"Hahahaha! He comes to buy potions at least three times a week, and his body seems to be really bad, is his beautiful little woman unable to hold on? What if he has money? Isn't he a smelly livestock seller?"

The words of several stall owners were very unpleasant, which gave Charles a new understanding of their professionalism and morality, and it was very serious slander to say that a man could not do it.

Although the pharmacist's apprenticeship gives you the right to abuse customers, a medicine seller who says such things is unprofessional at first glance.

The middle-aged man named Blücher did not refute these ugly insults, and still walked calmly to Charles's booth 88, obviously a determined guy who didn't care much about face.

"Do you have any potions you just made?"

Charles saw Blücher's scrutinizing gaze and replied lightly, "Do you want tabby powder or the juice of itchgrass?"

Blücher looked at Charles carefully, nodded and said, "All of them!"

Charles pulled out a few small bottles, one of which was the not-so-good tabby powder he had made last night, which Charles intended as a giveaway for a tasting.

"You can taste it first, and you don't have to pay if it doesn't work!"

Blücher looked at Charles again, and there was a look of doubt in his eyes, but the pharmacist apprentices who were able to set up a stall in the academic tower were still somewhat honest, and there should be no poisoning of people.

Blücher picked up the tabby powder, opened the bottle and poured it into his mouth, but Charles quickly stopped him.

"Monsieur Blucher, this medicine is very strong, I think you can drink a few drops first and try the effect, after all, it is not very convenient here" Charles struggled with the wording, so that he did not look like a stingy fellow.

But Charles failed, and Blücher's eyes flashed with displeasure and disdain.

"Dang!"

A gold louis was thrown onto Charles' long table, extinguishing the fire that had just swelled in Charles's heart.

"Goo-dong!"

Blucher is still very personable, since Charles said that he would just let him taste it, he only took a small sip, but a bottle of tabby powder is only a few tens of milliliters, and Blucher's small sip is already an absolute excess in Charles's opinion.

Yesterday, in the process of dispensing potions, Charles inevitably came into contact with some spiritual power molecules scattered in the air, and the activity of this spiritual power molecule left a deep impression on him.

"Huh?"

Blücher furrowed his brows, and held the vial in his hand to his eyes in confusion, staring at it with his eyes tightly, and after a moment he looked at Charles stupidly.

Charles had already sensed the activity in his body, and asked lightly, "Do you feel it?"

Blucher nodded blankly, and the fifty-year-old man had water beads swirling in his eyes.

"Then I think you should rush home now, I'm afraid it's too late!"

"Hulala"

Blücher turned around and ran out, anxious and excited.

Charles shouted angrily, "Stop!"

Blücher hurriedly stood still, looking at Charles for some reason.

Charles gritted his teeth and said, "Five gold louis!"

"Bang la la"

Blücher resisted the stimulation of his lower abdomen and swelled and ran back in three or two steps, and a large handful of gold louis fell on the long table, fluttering and fluttering, and the golden light was beautiful.

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