Chapter Ninety-Three: Yang Ji's thousand-year-old shop for magic materials

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A magic apprentice in a black robe greeted him and said to the only mage, "What does this mage want?" ”

As soon as the master heard people call him Master Mage, he was so happy that he forgot what he was here for, and nodded to the magic apprentice with satisfaction: "Lord Ben, just take a look." What's so good ......"

Jia Yu hurriedly stopped him: "Master Mage! ”

The magic master was cool in his heart: "What's the matter?" ”

Jia Yu raised his hand and knocked on the master's head, and scolded with a smile: "Serious business!" ”

The master coughed dryly, his attitude took a 180-degree turn, and he nodded to the magic apprentice and said flatteringly: "Labor, the caravan of your store does not accept miscellaneous work, although the combat effectiveness of a few of us is average, but we definitely have the ability to see, what kind of rough work and tired work is greeting, as long as you can give a melon and two dates to live, you can do it and give it food!" ”

This is really enough to bargain, apply for a job well, let the master say this, it is like begging. I didn't know that the master learned this, and I heard that Jia Yu and the others turned their heads aside, looking like they didn't know the master!

The magic apprentice is also a young man, with a delicate appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is an honest man at first glance. In terms of level, he is just a magic apprentice, but the master is a serious mage, and his qualifications are one level higher than him, but the master is so shameless and coquettish to him, he has never seen this meeting, and he is a little overwhelmed, so he replied at a loss: "This mage, this store does not recruit miscellaneous people, I'm sorry, if you can't eat, you can go to the magic union to receive a subsistence ......"

"Dibao?!" Jia Yu's eyes lit up, the mage still had this benefit?

The master hurriedly asked, "What kind of procedure do you have to go through to receive the subsistence allowance?" ”

The magic apprentice said shyly, "I don't know much about this, I haven't applied yet. ”

The master said: "Thank you, but your caravan really needs a few miscellaneous ones!" ”

Suddenly, a sentence came from the inner hall, a confident bass: "Oh? Let's talk about it, why do you need to do chores? As soon as the words fell, I saw that the door curtain decorated with black gems was opened, and then a middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist stepped out, and an attendant behind him lowered the curtain and hurriedly followed.

The middle-aged man glanced at Jia Yu and the others, looked at the Fa Ye with a smile and asked, "Tell me about it." ”

Under the encouraging eyes of his teammates, the master began to talk nonsense, and said: "There are too many reasons, it will be very convenient for you to do chores, load and unload goods, clean up and tame animals, clean up, report a message through the wind, and don't have to worry about small chores and ......."

The middle-aged man said: "These things can be done by the mercenaries with the team, and they don't have to worry about it." ”

The Master said, "Can you guarantee that the mercenaries hired every time are the same people?" Every time they have to start from scratch to familiarize themselves with the relevant matters, isn't it troublesome? If we are recruited to do chores, it will be different, a few of us will be born and cooked twice, and soon practice will make perfect, and the efficiency of the work will not be improved at that time! ”

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "The mercenaries I hired are all veterans, and in the few aspects you mentioned, none of them will be worse than you, so ah, you better go back, I have to go." ”

The master hurriedly said: "You can think about it again!" Pretending to be a crying face, he said: "The big boss is good, let's enjoy the food!" ”

The middle-aged man stiffened his face: "Young man, you are also a mage, how can you be so unproductive?" Let's go! Otherwise, I ......" Before he finished speaking, a terrifying momentum suddenly poured in from outside the door!

Jia Yu and the others suddenly felt that the air was much heavier!

"Hahaha!" A rough laugh, a little familiar.

Jia Yu turned around and looked, his face was slightly surprised, only to see a big man with dark skin, two eyes like copper bells, a messy beard, a bandit look, but the top of his head was tied in a high bun, wearing a luxurious black Confucian robe, although the match was weird, he exuded a majestic momentum from top to bottom. It is the Lord of Binh Duong!

The city lord was followed by four imposing guards.

"The shopkeeper is not here! Hahaha! It's time to pay the protection fee today! Why did this master come to your humble house, and no one came to see him," the city lord took two steps inside, and just saw Jia Yu and a middle-aged man, and laughed roughly: "Roar hahahaha!" He said to Jia Yu: "Boy, you're here!" After a moment's notice, he said to the middle-aged man, "Eh! Old Yang head! It's time to pay the protection fee! ”

When the middle-aged man heard the sound of "Old Yang Tou", the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "City Lord, ......"

The big hand of the city lord shook again and again, and his head also shook, and said, "What city lord! It's called a master! Today's private visit to this high-level micro-service! This, go door-to-door to collect some protection money! ”

The master was stunned and whispered to Jia Yu: "This time it's a private interview with Weifu, it's a role-play......

Before Jia Yu could take a stubble, the city lord heard it, his momentum skyrocketed, and he pointed at the master with his big thick fingers and said, "Little cub, what are you talking about!" ”

Wow, the master was pressed back a few steps by the city lord's momentum, and almost spurted blood, for fear of stimulating the somewhat neurotic city lord, he hurriedly replied cautiously: "Didn't say anything......

The city lord put his hands behind his back and hummed, "What is role-playing?" ”

The master spread his hands, broke the jar and said: "Didn't you hear it all and asked, role-playing is to play a person who plays a certain identity, you know what this word means as soon as you hear it, right?" ”

After hearing this, the city lord looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "Yes, yes, yes!" Ben Gaoren is role-playing today! Hurry up the old Yang head! Pay the protection fee! If you don't pay the protection fee, you will smash the store! ”

"Old Yang Tou" frowned and said, "City Lord, this month's tax has just been paid......

The city lord was furious, his momentum soared, a violent wind, agitated the city lord's Confucian clothes, and blew the lighter furnishings in the store crookedly, Jia Yu and several people were pressed by his momentum and retreated to the corner, and the magic apprentice was pressed to the ground and sat on the ground, "Old Yang Touye." The city lord pointed to the nose of the "old Yang head" and said angrily: "What taxes! What tax money! Ben Gao people want to collect protection money today! ”

"Old Yang Tou" is also helpless, since the city lord wants to play, let's play with him. Turning to the magic apprentice who was sitting on the ground, he said, "Go, ...... next month's taxes."

The city lord glared, and his eyes like copper bells were bigger than a cow: "What next month's tax money!" This is a protection fee! ”

"Old Yang Tou" reluctantly changed his words: "It's protection money, protection money," and instructed the magic apprentice, "Go get it quickly." ”

The city lord's momentum retracted.

The apprentice stood up and ran to the counter as if he had been pardoned.