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For the next three days, Gordon's life was peaceful.

During the day, he stays at home, makes zuò rings, or reads a book. In the evenings, they perform their duties as grave keepers.

Of the six emerald rings he bought, three silver rings had been successfully enchanted by Gordon to make the Majestic Wind Ring. He estimated that in the past three days, Douro had fully understood the beauty of this ring, so he decided to go to the ogre scalp again and exchange the fruits of his labor for golden hard currency.

After three days of not seeing, Douro's originally small, completely inconspicuous store except for the thriller name has changed significantly. After the renovation and expansion, the shop and the pharmacy next to it have been connected into a single building. The door has doubled in size, and the exterior of the brick has been painted with a layer of white paint, which is very conspicuous.

The original maverick store name sign was removed and replaced with a larger one with the words "Douro's Treasure Chest" written on it. The font was the most popular ancient Neser script in the upper echelons of the empire, and was painted with special pigments that could change colors from different viewing angles.

The business area inside the store has more than tripled, and the new shelves smell of fresh tung oil, and a variety of products are displayed for customers.

Douro was still sitting behind the counter enjoying the delicious refreshments, the only difference was that the old chair under his ass had been replaced by a luxuriously comfortable single sand.

"The store is nice." Gordon complimented.

"My savings were almost wiped out to expand this small shop! Oh, may the goddess Waujin punish those greedy artisans. Do you know? Mr. Gordon, the same handful of sand I am sitting on now, the dwarven craftsman asked me for two gold coins, two whole gold coins! It's blackmail! ”

Gordon didn't look at Douro's chubby face, which was full of exaggerated complaints. Douro was not so much complaining as he was showing off his fortune in an indirect way.

Gordon placed three rings in front of the counter.

"Oh, a new work by the enchanter Mr. Gordon Freeman!" Douro hurriedly took out his monocrystalline glasses,

Gordon scratched his nose and was unimpressed by the title Douro had given him.

Able to produce first-class magic items, he is indeed an enchanter. However, in "Ancient Era", he is an enchanter who has made high-level magic items such as the Great Strength Belt, the Protective Scarab, and the Purple Grace Stone, and countless players come to him every day with gold coins to beg him.

Now it's just a trick to make a small sex toy, and there's really nothing to be proud of.

However, after receiving the 15o gold coin from Duro's hand, and weighing the full weight of the deerskin money bag, the metals inside collided with each other, making a pleasant crisp sound, Gordon finally showed a heartfelt smile.

It's still a long way from 3ooo Gold, but a good start is half the battle.

This time, the three rings made by Gordon are not only much better than the first debut in appearance, but also more powerful. Due to the use of better quality emeralds, the second batch of three rings can be used with "Partial Megamorphism" every two days, and the spell lasts up to an hour. So the selling price of the ring has also doubled, reaching 5o gold coins.

"Wait, Mr. Gordon." In addition to the bag of gold coins, Douro took out a shiny object from his trouser pocket and handed it to Gordon.

This is a silver brooch, drop-shaped, with a smooth surface, and there is nothing out of the ordinary.

Douro explained: "This brooch can be used once a day for teleportation. I have hired a few new guys in my store, and if you want to buy anything in the future, you just need to notify me by teleportation and deliver it to your door. By the way, as long as you continue to sell me the magic items you use to make zuò in the future, you will get a 7% discount on every qiē material in our store. ”

"Very good mention, I accept it." Gordon smiled happily and put the brooch away.

Gordon walks out of Douro's new store. A thin green light suddenly flashed in his pupils, and his eyes were like electricity, and he cast them on the corner of the long street.

There, several dark shadows flashed.

"Sure enough, someone was following me." Gordon said in his heart.

A few days ago, Gordon had seen that whenever he walked around the city, whether it was to work at the cemetery or to the Douro shop, he always felt like he was being watched. He felt that someone was deliberately collecting his own routine.

So when he went out today, Gordon deliberately applied a Pengyu Angel Eye to himself.

This one-ring spell allows the target to have the same sharp vision as the Feather Angel, and classes such as Ranger or Wanderer, who often serve as scouts in adventuring parties, always have several Angel Eye Potions in their bags.

It was with the help of this spell that Gordon was able to see at a glance the rats that were constantly stalking him.

"The trees are quiet and the wind is not stopping, and it seems that I have to prepare for the 'unexpected' situation that is very likely to occur." Gordon can probably guess the origin of these stalkers. As a down-and-out nobleman, among the things he has now, there is only that noble title and a beautiful sister, which is worthy of being coveted by others. And there happened to be one man who wanted to take both of those things away from Gordon: Dunwell Ritter.

The other party is very rich, and it is very likely that he will spend a few bags of gold coins to hire some outlaws to deal with him. Anyway, because Gordon rejected Dunwell's proposal to Sheona last time, it greatly hurt the other party's face, and the two sides have completely torn their faces.

Because Gordon was spotted, the stalkers seemed to be able to retreat with interest.

It has been a while since he reached the third level and could learn the second ring spell, but Gordon has not been able to learn new spells due to time, money, etc. But in the face of looming danger, he must master more powerful spells in order to gain self-preservation.

So, the bag of gold coins didn't stay long on Gordon, and after a circle, it fell into the hands of other merchants.

Gordon first purchased a delicate hand crossbow and a box of twelve armor-piercing arrows from a blacksmith shop owned by shield dwarves in the city.

As a mage, you need to be trained in weapons as well as your knowledge of the arcane. Long sticks, daggers, and crossbows are all the mage's own weapons.

Especially in the case of low level, low spell power, and small numbers, various weapons can make up for the weak combat effectiveness of the mage in a large way.

Later, Gordon arrives at a store that specializes in magic books and scrolls. He bought four two-ring magic scrolls: Level 2 Minions, Mercury Light, Coachulia, and Invisibility.

For Gordon, there are two ways to learn spells. The first is to read books or other people's teachings, and slowly understand the basic theory, formation principle, spell configuration, energy operation mode, and spell effect of a spell. Master the spell step by step, step by step.

On the other hand, he can also read magic scrolls through guò and learn spells quickly.

Because the magic scroll is directly made by the copyist, and then encapsulated into the scroll. When the user reads the scroll, he can clearly and intuitively understand the fundamental principle and operation process of the spell from the spiritual level.

However, learning spells through the guò magic scroll is quick and easy, but it doesn't come without a price. For one, magic scrolls are expensive. A two-ring magic scroll worth 3o gold coins can allow Gordon to learn one spell, while a "Common Two-Ring Transformation Spell" worth 5o gold coins can allow Gordon to learn five two-ring spells! Also, using scrolls to learn spells also consumes experience points from the experience pool.

When Gordon returns home, he gets some rest to get his body and mind at his best. Then he unfolded the first magic scroll.

The parchment, made of the finest quality and made with a special magical potion, is filled with wonderful words. This is the language of the dragon, the language that every mage must master. These words are full of vitality, as if they can be seen through the paper at any time, turning into profound magical energy.

Gordon gathered his mind, concentrated his mental energy, and began to read the scroll word by word.

The words on the scrolls began to bloom and light under the impetus of the syllables full of magical power.

"Do you want to learn the Second Ring Spell: Light of Mercury? Costs 1oo XP. ”

Gordon took a deep breath: "Yes. ”

The glow emitted by the scrolls grew brighter and heavier. The information and knowledge contained in that light were quickly interpreted and memorized by Gordon.

In the blink of an eye, the parchment scroll turned into smoke and dissipated in Gordon's hands.

"The study is complete, you have mastered the second ring spell 'Light of Mercury'."

This sculptor spell creates the golden light of Mercury in the second layer of Heavenly Mountain to attack enemies and deal extra damage to undead creatures. For Gordon, who works in the cemetery at night, it is a very suitable spell.

Next, Gordon took a short break and learned the remaining three spells one by one.

I just finished reading "The Principle and Energy of the Magic Web" yesterday, and the 4oo experience points I gained were all exhausted.

For the next three days, Gordon stayed at home except for a trip to the cemetery. Although the purchase of the crossbow and the four magic scrolls had almost cost him the newly acquired 15o gold coins, he did not remake the Zuò Ring of Heroics, but instead took the time to practice the four spells he had newly learned.

This day is the last day of September, the dimmer day of the silver moon in the autumn night sky, and it is also the feast of mourning - similar to the Qingming on earth, the day when the living mourn and remember the dead.

Gordon checked what he was carrying and went out for the night.

The city is surrounded by a thick fog, and even if you stand on the shore, the sailboats in the center of the river can only show a vague outline, often only listening to the sound of the water, but not seeing the boats coming. In order to avoid a collision between the ships, the captains ordered the high beams to be lit.

Gordon walked briskly down the street. The fog enveloped the surroundings, making it seem as if one was caught in another misty world, and the dim moonlight in the sky made visibility even worse, and even with street lamps providing illumination, it was almost impossible to see people from five meters away.

"What a hell of a weather!" Gordon scolded.

Gordon's back gradually dissipated in the thick fog, and several masked men emerged from the alley.

"Donion, he's out."

"Very well, tonight's fog and dim moon are a godsend."

"Musk is on top!"

"May the shadows bless us."