The noon sun is warm on people's bodies, making people lazy and don't want to move.

But business still has to be done, otherwise there will be no money to support the family, damn it, the price of food and alcohol has doubled since the riots, and there are a lot more cheap mercenaries.

In this world, human life is not valuable.

The boss wiped his hands on the canvas apron and removed a few bottles and cans from the shelves and placed them neatly on the wooden table.

"Two silver kesu, sell you three bottles of corrosion potion, and give you another bottle of healing potion. He looked nervously at the stranger, hoping that today's business would go well.

The stranger was not very old, there was still a trace of childishness on his delicate face under his golden hair, his body under the cloak was tightly wrapped in a new leather armor, and a bandage was tied on his right hand.

It's a chick, and it's in good condition.

Selling him to slave owners in the underground market should make a fortune, and I heard that some nobles and wealthy merchants liked it, and it was better to sell him to a brothel as a male waiter to serve female adventurers who looked like bears.

The stranger frowned, and he pulled the empty purse from his bosom and poured the pieces of metal into his hand.

There are only four silver cosu and two copper wright.

"I don't need these things," he replied stiffly, "I just want a room to spend the night." ”

"There's no room here," said the tavernkeeper angrily, recognizing that the stranger was not speaking with a local accent, but from a foreigner.

The boss looked at the stranger's empty waist, where there were no weapons, only a bulging water bag.

So he whistled and said to the stranger, "You must buy these potions, in fact you are lucky that they are on sale today." ”

The three pimples in the tavern emerged from the shadows, and they swarmed up with bad intentions, surrounding the stranger in the middle.

"There are no ripples of magic flowing in your potion," replied the young man coldly, "so you are a liar, and I have no interest in them. ”

"You're a liar", a shrill voice squeezed out of the leader's pungent throat, and he spat at the stranger, "Bitch raised outlander".

The boss shrugged, and he spread his hands at the young man, "Hear me, my reputation has been violated." ”

"So your discounts are gone, and now they're going to cost four silver. ”

Maybe this person is a spellcaster, but the boss doesn't care, and the other party won't have a chance to chant at this distance.

"Now you should pay," said another splasher, grabbing the young man's silver coins.

"I don't want to cause trouble," the young man sighed slightly, and he shook the hand holding the silver coin, avoiding the dirty palm in disgust.

"He said he didn't want to cause trouble hahahaha", and the punks laughed, "Outlander, you'd better figure out whose territory you're on." ”

One of the splashes drunkenly walked up to the young man and stretched out his hand to punch the young man.

"Leave the money and get out, you're not welcome here. ”

However, the fist did not fall on the stranger's body, and the man who swung the fist only felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and then there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

"Who else wants to try it?" the young man let go of his flappy neckline and threw the other's limp body to the ground casually.

The boss gasped heavily, he didn't see the other party's movements clearly at all, this strength should not appear in the hands of such a young man, in his impression, only the bodyguards around those black market bosses have such a fast skill.

It's really unlucky, I hit the iron plate.

The remaining two splashes were also shocked, they looked at each other, and then ran out of the dilapidated tavern without hesitation.

So in this not very spacious room, only the boss and the stranger were left, and of course, the unconscious "corpse".

The boss opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and he raised his hands to signal that he had relented.

The young man took a breath and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile. "So, now you can hand over all your money. ”

"Huh?" the boss didn't react for a moment, but the young man repeated it again.

"I mean, it's time for you to hand over your possessions. ”

The young man walked to the counter on his own, opened several drawers in turn, and found seven or eight silver coins and a gold coin and some miscellaneous items, and he contentedly put the lovely coins into his purse.

When he pulled to the last locked drawer, the boss finally spoke.

"There's nothing of value there," the tavern keeper looked nervously at the young man, but then realized that he had said the wrong thing, for the young man had taken a delicately shaped dagger out of his bosom as if he had never heard him, and violently pried open the locks of the drawer.

Pulling open the drawer, there was a book and a silver-plated badge lying quietly, and a few bold letters were written in gold dust on the green cover.

Beginner's Alchemy Handbook

The young man took out the book and played with the delicate little badge with his other hand, and he looked up with a smile and looked at the boss whose face was flushed.

"So, you're really an alchemist, so how do you sell fakes?"

The boss had a red neck and didn't say a word like a stubborn rooster.

"If you don't say it, I'll take them away, and it just so happens that I'm also quite interested in alchemy. The young man continued to observe the boss's face.

"I'm really an alchemist, but I don't have the materials, and the materials are monopolized, so I can't make real potions and magic tools. ”

Like a deflated ball, the tavern owner finally lowered his head weakly, and he said with some frustration.

He looked at the young man pleadingly, "Take the money, just leave the book for me, I still need to use the recipe to refine things for a few bigwigs in the black market, my daughter was captured by them, and I was forced to do this." ”

The young man stared at the greasy middle-aged man with some suspicion, as if he was thinking about the credibility of the other party's words.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was kicked open again, and a gorgeously dressed acne scar man swaggered in with two black-clad attendants, and the two pimples who had just slipped out of the tavern stood cowering outside the door.

"Hilton, this is not good, including you and your daughter, all your property is mine, and you actually let others take my property, it seems that I haven't taught you a lesson for a long time, causing you to become bold. ”