After a while, William came to a mill-like building, stopped, the door was open, and from time to time villagers came in and out with grain on their backs, and from the empty space, William saw a heavy millstone.

"Master, master, that strange aura came from here, but it was so faint that I couldn't find its source!" The magic mirror reported in William's mind.

William's brow furrowed, and after thinking for a moment, he asked softly, "What is this strange aura?" Do you know? ”

The magic mirror did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before replying, "Master, master, there is a breath of death in this breath, but it is much more than that, it is full of sighs, and it also has a taste of eternal silence. ”

"The breath of death? Are you saying there are resentful spirits here? William's heart moved.

"There's a possibility." The Magic Mirror said uncertainly.

One of William's potions is also missing the main ingredient of the Wraith.

It takes a lot of luck to form resentful spirits, in this fairy tale world, after the death of ordinary people, it doesn't take long for the souls to dissipate, William doesn't know if they are completely extinct, or if they go to other worlds, only a small number of dead people, because of the obsession or resentment before death, as well as the environmental impact of death at that time, will become resentful spirits.

Wizards torture humans, and "artificial methods" can also create resentful spirits.

However, this method is too cruel, William can attack the enemy, but he can't kill the innocent, so he has always lacked raw materials such as wraiths.

William couldn't bear to do it himself, but if a resentful spirit sent it to the door himself, he wouldn't be stupid to refuse.

His mental power has been stuck in a bottleneck recently, and it is precisely the stimulation of magic potions that is needed to assist in the breakthrough.

William's self-muttering behavior surprised the missing farmer who was following him, and he hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Do you want to buy food, this distinguished guest?" ”

"Then you've come to the wrong place, this is the place where the wheat is milled, and the bakery is near where Mr. Billy lives."

"I can assure you that there is nothing better in the world than the bread from our farm!"

The toothless farmer patted his shoulder and swore solemnly, but William's attention was on that strange aura, how could he pay attention to a little mortal!

He didn't say a word, just looked left and right, and often made a deep contemplative appearance.

William's behavior made the missing farmer very embarrassed, and his words were completely ignored.

Fortunately, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, he is used to it, and he did not become angry and angry, but closed his mouth and waited silently.

At this time, William's unfamiliar face also attracted the attention of the mill owner.

The miller was a tall, lanky-looking middle-aged man with gray hair, like William's cheeks in a crater in the moon, but with a kind smile.

He walked out of the mill, walked over to William with a faint smile, and took the initiative to say hello, "Hello, Mr. Merchant, who can bring abundant goods!" ”

"How do you know I'm a merchant?" William came back from his contemplation, looked up, glanced at the miller, and said.

The miller pointed to the villagers inside the mill and said, "There are no secrets at Biya Farm! ”

"That's right!" A loud voice came from behind William.

William looked behind him and saw a fat man weighing at least two hundred pounds, with a figure like a funnel, holding a belly weighing forty or fifty pounds, striding over.

Behind him were two peasants in nondescript armor and two short swords with green swords.

The green color on the dagger is not fed with poison, but it may have been oxidized for too long.

Without the magic mirror to explain, looking at the respectful appearance of ordinary people, William could tell that this dead fat man was the owner of this farm, the so-called Mr. Billy.

Mr. Billy walked quickly to William, glanced at William with a pretended reserve, and said, "Stranger, I heard that you are going to trade salt with our farm!" ”

"Yes!" William couldn't find the breath by relying on the magic mirror, thinking that maybe it was because of the day, maybe it would be easier to find at night, with this in mind, William calmly answered the question of the owner of the farm.

"Oh, show it to me."

William then pretended to take out a sack full of coarse salt from his bosom and opened it to show them.

In an instant, the breathing of the people around him became rapid.

That's salt, the gold of life!

Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, was the first to recover, and he looked greedily at the salt in William's hand, his eyes flashing alternately with tyranny and hesitation, and finally reduced to a simple sentence.

"Excellent! So, merchant, what do you want to exchange? ”

William is very measured, the salt he shows, no more, no less, the amount is about the same, and it will not cause ordinary people to take risks because of too much, of course, William takes out a lot of salt, which can be converted into a lot of money.

"Something of interest!" William replied casually, still not looking at the mill.

"Then you've come to the right place, Billy Farm won't let her guests down. What do you want to change? As long as I have it on my farm, but I have to say, if you want something that I don't have in this farm, then no other farm will have it! "Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, boasted about himself.

William didn't react, just nodded lightly and said, "I still need to take a look first." ”

"Whatever you want to see, I'll let him take you!" The owner of the farm remembered his identity and could not be too casual, which was the so-called price drop.

"I'm more interested in this mill. I want to take a closer look and if I can, I'd like to stay here tonight and have a look! William said straight to the point, he just didn't want to make an exaggerated demeanor and attract the attention of the Holy Light Sect, but that didn't mean that he needed to accommodate ordinary people.

For the average person, he felt that he was patient enough.

As soon as William had finished speaking, Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, had not yet expressed his opinion, and the miller, who had become silent after the owner of the farm, jumped out and said loudly, "No! I don't allow it! ”

"What are you not allowed to do?" An ordinary person would dare to question his opinion, whether he was acting too harmless.

William glanced at the miller lightly, and the aura of being an official liquefied wizard pressed against the miller, causing a cold sweat to break out on the miller's forehead.

"No, I mean, the mill is up to you during the day, not at night! We're all going to sleep! And...... "The miller stopped talking."

"And what?" William immediately asked.

"Moreover, the mill is haunted at night......"