Grant turned his head and said calmly: "I want this bow, a total of ten gold coins." The tone was calm, for the two hundred gold coins given by the emir, he still had a lot of gold coins left, which were enough for him to use for a long time.

Later, if he lacks the support of gold coins, he can get some from other sources. He understands that with strength, many problems can be solved.

"Okay, ten gold coins in total. You have a good eye, Your Excellency. The solemn face of Kardas showed a rare smile. But the other mercenaries had strange expressions, and they stared at the flaxen-haired kid in front of them in surprise, and they didn't think about why such a poor boy had so many gold coins.

But I can't figure out that the other party will want such a bad bow.

When they entered the store, they also found this black compound bow, but when it came to the high price, they all knew that this might be a good bow, but after careful trying, they found that this bow was not only uncomfortable, but even some people held the bow, not to mention that the power remained stable, and even the original strength would be weakened to a certain extent, thinking of this, they couldn't figure it out.

A few people whispered there.

"This person is not a fool, although it is strange to put that bow, but I don't have anything powerful at all, but I hold it, I feel the cold swishing behind my back, and I can't help but hair."

"You're right, and I feel that way. Maybe the other party is a little nobleman with a quirk who likes to dress up as a poor person and then buy some shabby things in the eyes of others. ”

"It's very likely that the rich aristocrats like to play this tune these days."

There they whispered, with an idiotic look in their eyes, and spending a lot of money on something of no practical use in their eyes was the same as being an idiot. Among the four or five mercenaries, one mercenary couldn't bear it, even if it was a nobleman, but he hadn't seen the appearance of the other party, maybe it was just a young boy of a knight's family, and generally ten gold coins were also two months' expenses for them, and he couldn't bear to do such a boring thing.

"Your Excellency, this bow is very strange, revealing a cold feeling, and it has no power at all, but after a long time, it will be worn out along with your own body. Although the shopkeeper will accuse me of saying this, I would like to tell you that you should not buy this bow, and that it would be nice to buy some other horn bow, or a normal compound bow. ”

A head of gray curly hair on his head, like a nest of birds, on a spherical face, two mercenaries with huge eyes are looking at Grant, his body is slightly bent, as if slightly respectful, after all, he understands that the owner of this shop just now said to him Your Excellency, this kind of title makes him dare not call the other party a little ghost.

Grant's eyes twitched slightly, the corners of his lips curled, and he stared at the mercenary opposite with a calm face: "This gentleman is fine, I just like this bow, and the bow I am looking for is this one, so it is more important to me." ”

"Really?" The mercenary obviously didn't expect the other party to say this, and couldn't help but show a look of disappointment on his face, he felt that what he wanted to say had been said and there was nothing else, so he said goodbye to Grant and quickly retreated into his small group.

The mercenaries around laughed at the curly-haired mercenaries who were nosy, and people could buy them if they wanted to, what the hell do you care.

Grant deliberately took a look, then took off the black bow, and as soon as he started it, the piercing chill invaded all parts of his body, and the blood in his limbs that originally flowed normally slowed down a lot, and he felt that his strength and physique had dropped by 02 levels, almost back to the level of level two, and he understood that he should be in a negative state.

"I want this bow, and I need that chain mail, that twenty gold coins, this ten gold coins, there are thirty gold coins here. I think so. Grant pointed to the silver chain mail in the middle of the mercenary, and said indifferently, he went to the interior of the Gainyi Forest this time, and he might face level five or level six demonic beasts, he didn't want to die just after entering, so sufficient defense ability was a must. After all, he didn't like to make himself insecure.

Cardas maintained a smile that he was not very good at, and his stiff expression made it clear that he hadn't smiled in a long time, but he had great respect for Grant and still barely kept it that way. This attitude made Grant wonder why the other party would respect him so much. After all, he understands the other party's level, and he can't use detection techniques to understand it, so it is obvious that he is definitely a master.

Why does such a master revere himself, a guy who has no strength, unless there is only one point, that is, the identity of a mage, it is precisely because of the identity of a mage that he has always maintained respect for himself, unlike his mercenary who ignores him.

"Your Excellency, I'll take down that chain mail for you, rest assured that its quality is not bad among the same chain mail." From under the counter, Kadas slowly approached the area where the group of mercenaries were. The mercenaries around him were dumbfounded, their mouths open and round, and they just stared blankly as Cardas took the chain mail away.

Twenty gold coins and ten gold coins of weapons and equipment, this kind of cost, only the young master of the baron's family has enough purchasing power, after all, the little nobles of Wanghuo City can spend twenty gold coins a year, but his tone was calm, and he actually bought two weapons in a row, which made them puzzled and puzzled, could it be that the other party was another young master of the baron's family? But there are a few things they don't understand.

The little young master of the baron's family, Yade, they have all seen it, long golden hair has always been the symbol of the Hanmo family, and they have not heard of another flaxen-colored young master in the baron's family. But the other little nobles did not have this money consumption ability at home, which made them a little surprised and confused, and the mercenary who kindly reminded them in the middle did not particularly care, his expression was a little defeated, and everyone was not breathless, and they all spent thirty gold coins. He also worries about others, which is completely superfluous.

"Wow~~"

The chain mail composed of fine phosphorus, all made of quenched silver, is expensive, but its defensive power is unquestionable, and it can be said that it is basically knight-style equipment.

After Grant got the weapon in one hand, he calmly held the chain mail and bow in his hand, and he was ready to go back first. After all, this super master who has always revered him, he can't tell whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, which makes him very insecure, and Grant doesn't like this feeling.

When he walked to the door again, Grant deliberately turned his head, saw the gray-haired mercenary, and whispered, "Can you tell me, your name?" ”

The gray mercenary was stunned, and subconsciously said, "My name is Conrad." ”

"Conrad," Grant muttered, and then turned his head towards the door, knowing that there was still a lot of work for him, and that the mercenary might see each other if it was possible in the future, but more often than not, he would never see him.

…………

With everything out of order, he soon returned home.

In the dimly lit basement, the lights of the lamps danced mysteriously along the oil lamps, and many strange specimens were placed everywhere, which were filled with clumps of green liquid in bottles and cans, and from time to time bubbles bubbled.

Among them, there were more orc specimens, and there were two new specimens in the dusty bottles, and two emerald green eyes were suspended in them.

On the test bench, a layer of lights flickered, which was relatively quiet. Grant was wearing a black robe, staring at everything recorded on the mage's notes with serious eyes, and at the same time carefully scanning the medicinal herbs all over the ground, he knew that the next medicinal materials were enough for him to make ten times, but if he failed, it would be a waste.

"Analysis: Outbreak Agent (Primary)." Grant's pupils swept across the blue data, and he quietly analyzed the ingredients and production methods on the prescription, and compared them to the best dispensing ratio.