It's dusk, and although its ornate façade is intimidating to many people, there are still a lot of people coming in and out, including mercenaries in ragged clothes or armor, and some brightly dressed servants and the like. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mercenaries may have come to buy potions, or they may have come to sell the fur and blood of demonic plants or demonic beasts.

And those servants often buy potions at the request of their masters.

Because the most frequent visitors here are mercenaries, those noble lords often don't like to come here in person.

However, there are always exceptions.

A golden carriage stopped in front of the shop.

The fur of the three tall horses is uniformly white, and it is very clean and tidy, and the carriage is very large, as you can imagine, the space inside must be very wide and comfortable.

This kind of carriage is rented out in high-end carriage and horse dealers, but its price is really a bit exaggerated.

After the carriage came to a stop, a young girl, only thirteen or fourteen years old, with big eyes, a pointed nose, and a small mouth, although not very pretty, looked very comfortable, and she was dressed as a maid, and respectfully reached out to help a person who had come out of the carriage.

It was a man whose face he could not see, with one hand on the girl's hand, and a cane in the other, and his two exposed hands were withered and withered, apparently an old man, except that he was wearing a black robe, his head was covered by a hood, and only his chin full of pale stubble was slightly exposed.

From clothes to shoes, the old man's clothes and accessories did not look very luxurious, but with the backdrop of the maid, people tried to avoid some of them.

After the old man got out of the car, he glanced up at the door of the Zarka apothecary store slightly, then nodded, and walked into the store with the help of the girl.

Soon, a young clerk greeted him: "Welcome to Zarkar Apothecary, what do you need?"

Under the black hood, the chin with white stubble moved, and the old voice was low and calm: "I need some spiritual potions." ”

The young clerk was slightly stunned: "Excuse me, what is the purpose of the psychotropic medicine you want? Do you want to treat mental injuries or..."

The old man's voice seemed to be a little unhappy: "I think you like to listen too much to other people's privacy, young man!"

The clerk bowed in fear and said, "I'm very sorry, maybe my way of asking caused you some misunderstandings, in fact, if you want a potion to improve mental power, there are many kinds of it, and the potion for treating mental injuries is also divided into many levels, and I asked clearly to find the potion you need faster, so as to save you more precious time." ”

The old man was silent for a while, then nodded slightly: "Okay, young man, I accept your explanation, I think there will be something I need on the third floor!"

The clerk said happily: "Third floor, please!"

The potions on the third floor are all rare potions, otherwise they are the best potions that are purer and more effective. Many people know that only the third floor has really good medicine. Similarly, for every bottle sold, the clerk's commission is even more substantial.

The old man and the maid were led by the clerk to the third floor.

Compared with the first and second floors, the third floor is much smaller, but the decoration and placement are more elaborate and orderly, and there are several more rooms for the trading and inspection of valuable medicines.

On the transparent glass pillar, there are also slots separated by glass, and many potion bottles are in the slots, which are illuminated by the magic crystal light in the glass pillar and emit colorful light, which also makes the potion in the potion bottle more refined and pure.

On the third floor, there were also a few customers carefully observing the various potions under the light, and there was also a clerk on the side who whispered to them.

And among them, there was also one dressed in the same way as the old man - a black robe, with a hood that covered his face low.

This is not uncommon, as are many magicians, as are those who do not want to be known to others.

After the three of them walked up to the third floor, they all glanced at the black-robed man.

The young clerk knew that the black-robed man had been in the store for a while, he came alone, and after entering the door, he didn't pay attention to the clerk's questions and sales, only took a look at the first floor and turned to the second floor by himself, and then, he didn't see him come down and thought that he had left at some point, but he came to the third floor.

Maybe it's just a guy who wants to see the world!

The young clerk thought to himself, although there are not many such people, but every clerk has encountered them, and they can't afford it, but they have to pretend that they don't look like it.

The corners of his mouth showed a sneer indistinctly, and he immediately disappeared, and he turned his head to the black-robed old man and said respectfully, "Please come here!" He walked to the corners that emitted a light blue shimmer, "Here, it's ......"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the black-robed man take down all the potion bottles in the slots on the glass pillar, and whispered to another clerk beside him: "It's all over!"

The clerk was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously continued the unfinished words in his mouth, "... The best psychotropic potion in our shop..."

Then, along with the black-robed old man and the maid beside him, they were all stunned, and then the clerk's eyes widened as he looked at the few bottles of potions in the black-robed man's hand.

The God of Light is above!

Those potions!

Each bottle is worth more than tens of thousands, can you move gently?

Several pairs of eyes kept turning as the black-robed man casually picked up the potion bottle in one hand and handed it to the clerk on the side, everyone's heartbeat was accelerating, lest he push too hard, or let go...

The clerk who had connected these bottles of potions was no exception. His face seemed to be joyful, but he couldn't hide his fear.

If this is a miss, I can't afford to pay for it for the rest of my life!

Whenever such a time comes, the hearts of the bystanders are often full of evil - fall, fall, fall!

The clerk next to the black-robed old man is like this, he may not be a bad person, although he has not done anything good, but that envy has turned into jealousy in a very short time, of course, such an expectation is actually only shouted in his heart.

However, I don't know if his cry turned into a curse, or if the other clerk was so nervous that one of the potion bottles really slipped from his fingers and fell straight to the ground.

Finished!

His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were full of despair.

The other didn't expect that his curse had come true, and his eyes were extremely complicated, and he didn't know whether to laugh or scream. (To be continued.) )