It is often said that the quickest way to get rich overnight is to loot the dragon's lair or the mage's tower. Just grab a few random things in there, and you're likely to use them for the rest of your life. Of course, if you just want to die, you can also ...... Well, death doesn't need to be so troublesome at all.

Either way, the result of emptying most of the hapless lich's laboratory undoubtedly brought Barrett a very good income.

When he successfully sold the magical materials and strange items in the Space Ring, and came out of the 'full load' with a blank face and a happy heart, the total number of gold coins on his body reached a terrifying amount of nearly 10,000 (plus the remaining ones from the previous and the ones obtained from completing the mission, Barrett had not had time to count them carefully).

Among those items, the most valuable were a cylindrical object that was still very thick after it had shrunk and a small box of scales with a dark blue sheen like a magic crystal.

Needless to say, the cylindrical object, as for the box of plump blue scales:

[Ithaca's Aquatic Elves' Scales: Aquatic Elves are also known as Sea Elves, they are cousins of land Elves, their skin is usually pale green, or sky blue, their necks have gills, and their fingers and toes are webbed, and they can easily swim between the waves and the ocean.

Ithaca is a branch of the Aquatic Elves, and while most of the other Aquatic Elves are warriors, the entire Ithaca is a spellcaster. Between their left and right collarbones, several crystal clear scales will grow, and the scales contain extremely pure, dense water elements, and their number will slowly increase with age. Naturally, that's the root of their spells. 】

[Note: The original primordial elves evolved into sea elves, drow elves, forest elves, high elves and the like, but I don't know if there are still moon elves and sun elves......]

Tens of thousands of gold coins are really not a small number, and after pouring them all, they can also pile up a small mountain of gold that makes the dragon a little excited, and because of the items that Barrett took out, several items are quite old and their value is not easy to measure, so in the middle of the transaction, Daniel also specially found the big boss behind the 'full load' shop-Master Yarlin.

Mage Yarlin, who was wearing a nightgown at the time, immediately judged the truth after seeing the pile of things, "Nords, did you ransack the lair of a spellcaster of the old era?" the mage picked up an item and asked curiously.

For a mage who specializes in alchemy and has a myriad of magical materials, this is not difficult to judge.

"I think it's more appropriate to call it a relic. Barrett responded, "The so-called lair has no owner. ”

"Lucky fellow!" Mage Arrin lamented, "to be honest, I sometimes want to rob my peers, it's just too fast, but it's a bit risky. Oh, not a little, I should say it's very high, because I'm not very good at fighting. If I can be like those arcane warriors, good at using magic to fight, instead of just staying on the edge of the alchemy circle, then I will definitely go all over the continent to rob, become a mage robber, or should I be called a robber mage? ”

The value of all the items was given, and the two parties had a simple negotiation to set the final total price. Afterwards, Mage Yarlin asked Barrit what he wanted to pay, "Gold, Magic Crystals, or Crystals from the Guild Bank?"

"Gold!" Barrett replied hurriedly. For adventurers, only this yellow-orange-orange metal will make them feel grounded. Magic crystals can also be used, after all, they are very widely used. But for the kind of strange crystals with numbers on them, he always felt a little unreliable.

At this time, the two large boxes of heavy gold coins were lying quietly in Barrett's spatial ring. He knew that his trip would be very rewarding, but he didn't expect it to be so rich!

These coins were enough for him to buy a good title of nobility, and it was even possible that the title of nobility would be hereditary, and it would bring a small territory with a somewhat remote location. Hundreds of residents of the territory would bow down when they saw him, and respectfully call him 'Lord Lord'!

Barrriet, who suddenly became rich, wandered happily on Lilac Avenue, and even whistled easily, and the cold wind could not blow away the heat in his heart, and he especially wanted to vent now, especially wanted!

(As for how to vent, because readers don't like it, I will skip it directly)

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The town around the city-state of Muya, Antoine's wine cellar.

After a few months, Barrett is back in the town famous for its winemaking. The last time he came, it was for the strange old man who didn't sleep in his nineties to investigate the suspicious neighbors around him, and this time he came to find the old man.

The castle-like house has not changed much, and the thorn bushes that surround the house are just like the old man in the house, stubbornly surviving, and warning the world with those sharp thorns, do not come near me.

Barrett walked through the thorn bush to the back door of the house, and knocked three times with his hand.

I must have been too comfortable lately to leave the warm taverns and other more intoxicating places in the cold winter to ride the Nightmare Beast and brave the bitter cold wind. He shook his head and smiled bitterly at himself.

After a few heartbeats, a familiar voice rang out through the door, "Who are you?" and the voice was grumpy and loud, and the speaker sounded quite energetic.

"Barrett. The brute replied loudly.

"Who?"

Barry...... , strong cats. He used another somewhat shameful term.

Immediately afterward, there was the sound of more than a dozen locks and latches being unscrewed from inside the door. When the rattling sound died down, the back door slowly opened a small slit.

Barrett looked sideways and saw two piercing eyes in the slit. One of the eyes had a bloodshot pupil, while the other was green, deep, and clear.

"You've gotten stinky, cat. Bloodshot eyes stared straight at him.

"Because I don't want to take a shower. Barrett spread his hands and said, "It's normal, cats don't want to bathe, don't they?" He looked down at the deep, turquoise eyes again, trying to get support.

"But they have to go fishing in the river, don't they? After the voice was spoken, both eyes disappeared from the crack in the door, "Come in quickly, while the butterfly has not captured you." ”

Barrett pushed the door open and saw the owner of the voice, Old Phil, holding the strange black cat named 'Hourglass' in his hand, and his eyes looked at him without blinking as if it were the first time he entered the door.

"I can see that you went to a very smelly place and you became very smelly. Old Phil pointed to his eyes, then put down and gently stroked the black cat in his arms.

Did he mean the negative energy plane? A lot of the undead there stink, Barrett wasn't sure. By the way, isn't it supposed to smell bad? Last time you said your nose was special, but you never said about your eyes, "No way, sometimes you have to go to places that don't smell good in order to eat dried fish." Barrett rambled casually.

The owner of the house was noncommittal to his answer, "Go on the left, against the wall, inside the yellow line." Old Fei'er said, pointing to the line drawn on the left side of the floor, "Remember, don't step on that line, don't." With that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Did I have this line the last time I visited?" Barrett thought for a moment, and realized that he didn't quite remember, "What happens if you step on the yellow line?" he asked aloud as he stood in the doorway.

"If the paint doesn't dry, you're going to get the floor dirty. Old Phil's voice came from inside the kitchen, "And don't forget to lock the door!"

Then why go through the yellow line, isn't it good to hide on the right?" Barrett sighed and turned to lock the door locks one by one. Then he looked down at the yellow line, hesitated for a few seconds, and then obediently leaned against the wall to the left, walking like a cat, in the narrow area between the wall and the yellow line.

In the kitchen, the black cat 'Hourglass' sat obediently in the center of the dining table, while Old Phil stood by a boiling soup pot, seemingly boiling a pot of thick soup with the aroma of butter.

Barrett reached out and touched the black cat, the soft and shiny fur felt really good. 'Hourglass' looked like a well-behaved and obedient black cat, but Barrett still remembered how it looked when he ate the puddle of depraved matter.

Old Phil stirred the pot with a spoon, then poured some diced onions, a spoonful of salt and black pepper, a generous amount of cream and flour, and finally a sprinkle of thyme and bay leaves.

It seems that onion soup is being made, and Barrett is sure of it.

Immediately afterwards, Old Phil picked up two tails of unknown fish from the table next to him. He put the tail on the fire and roasted it briefly a few times, then ran it along the edge of the pot into the soup.

Is it fish soup? It's not impossible. Creamy onion fish soup should also be good, in fact, you don't need to grill the fish meat to make fish soup, and the fish head is better to make soup.

Barrett pulled out her chair and sat down. Old Phil should have invited himself to a bowl of soup after a while, although he had already eaten before, he was not ready to refuse.

But old Phil continued to add ingredients to the soup after adding the fishtail: a fiery rooster comb, two daffodil buds, a few pansy petals, half an avocado, a handful of red beans, an air-dried frog, and a few things that Barrett didn't even recognize.

Finally, Old Phil walked to the table again, touched the black cat's body, and pulled two or three strands of black cat hair from its back, "This thing is the main thing." He turned around and threw the cat fur into the pot as well.

Are you sure this thing can really be drunk?, Barrett opened her mouth wide and stared at the soup pot in front of her.

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