Ivan laughed in a low voice, and looked at the white-robed old man like a fool in his eyes, this old man is really stupid, no matter how stupid he is, seeing the surprised expression that rushed out just now, he also knows that this seed is only very precious.

"You little gray-robed mage apprentice, it's already sky-high to give you a magic stone, don't think about the tiger opening your mouth, your seed is worthless. The white-robed old man said impatiently.

"Yes, since the white-robed official mage said so, then this kind of thing must be worthless and useless, and it must be disposed of quickly. Ivan said in surprise.

"Well, you're right, hurry up and take out all the remaining seeds on your body, being able to sell a magic stone is already the conscience price in our store. The white-robed old man smiled and stroked his white beard, with an expression that you had taken advantage of the sky.

"Hehe, no need, anyway, I don't lack magic stones, and at this time, I have to study the courses of the Department of Plant Cultivation, since these seeds are worthless, it is just right to use them as experiments. Ivan said with a smile, and as he spoke, he was about to take away the blood-red seed from the white-robed old man's hand.

"What? You're not selling. The white-robed old man took a step back, his expression looking incredulous.

"That's right, I'm not selling. Ivan nodded.

"No, you have to sell, quick, take out all the seeds on your body, and then take a magic stone and roll. The white-robed old man said strongly.

"Your store is really majestic, customers don't want to sell it, they force it to sell, and still take the academy's regulations into account?" Ivan said quietly.

"I, I" The white-robed old man was speechless for a moment.

"What's the matter, I've been inside, and I've heard it so noisy here. An old man came from the old man in the white robe.

Ivan looked at it in surprise, and raised his eyebrows, only to see that the old man was wearing a strange and ill-fitting green mage robe, the hem of the robe was so long that it dragged on the ground, and the black and dirty stains on the hem of the robe did not know how many years had accumulated, the old man's long hair was greasy, as if it had not been washed for decades, with a pair of round-framed glasses, and a long white beard held up to his legs, which was the Rata tutor that Ivan was familiar with.

After hearing Rata's voice, Bai Pao respectfully walked up to Rata Tutor and called, "Teacher." ”

"Well, what's going on. Rata said coldly.

The white-robed old man presented the blood-red seeds in his hand, explained the whole matter briefly, and finally whispered: "Teacher, I think that kid is just an ordinary gray-robed mage apprentice, he should have no background, and this is not a good idea." ”

Rata glanced appreciatively at the white-robed old man, but his face changed when he saw the hapless gray-robed mage apprentice clearly. After that, his eyes couldn't help but glare at the old man in the white robe, this clumsy stinky boy, if this person has no background, then who has, if I dare to take advantage of it, it will be known by his teacher who protects me to the extreme, and he will not kill me.

The white-robed old man was still wondering how Teacher Rata's attitude could change so quickly, and soon he knew the reason, so he saw Teacher Rata walking up to the gray-robed mage apprentice with a smile, and said kindly: "Ivan boy, it's been a long time. ”

"Tutor Rata. Ivan bowed.

"I've heard that idiot understand your business, I'm so sorry that I almost made you suffer a big loss. Rata handed the blood-red seed back to Ivan, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, Mentor Rata, I don't understand what you mean?" said Ivan, pretending to be confused.

"Your blood-red seed is actually very precious, and the young mages may not recognize it now, but some of us in the Department of Pharmacy or the Department of Plant Cultivation are not familiar with it anymore. This is the seed of a magical plant that was prevalent among mages tens of thousands of years ago, the Grimace Magic Flower. Rata explained slowly.

"Grimace Flower?" Ivan wondered.

"The Grimace Demon Flower is a kind of magic plant that was loved by mages tens of thousands of years ago, its defense is strong, its attack power is also good, and it is an excellent magic plant to cultivate, it only needs to put its rhizome on a large amount of flesh and blood, and it can grow steadily. The only trouble is that the Grimace Flower will attract a parasitic ghost called the Ghost Horse Monkey, which is brutal and playful by nature, and needs to be cleaned up regularly.

What's more, the Devil's Eyelid Demon Flower will produce a blood-red seed after death, which has a magical effect that can help the mage purify his magic power, especially for the mage apprentice, and the spell model built by pure and thick magic power is more stable and powerful. It's just a pity that the Grimace Demon Flower gradually became extinct 10,000 years ago, and I don't know where these seeds on your body came from. Rata replied.

After listening to Rata's words, Ivan suddenly realized, no wonder he had never heard of the Grimace Magic Flower, it turned out that this magic plant was extinct more than 10,000 years ago.

Suddenly, Ivan thought of one more thing, that is, since the Grimace Demon Flower of that manor was cultivated by the Curse Mage, but the Grimace Demon Flower became extinct more than 10,000 years ago, which means that the Curse Mage moved into that manor at least 10,000 years ago.

That perverted old man of Vioche was sealed at the bottom of the manor before the cursed mage, doesn't that mean that the pervert is at least a figure from tens of thousands of years ago.

The more Ivan thought about it, the more shocked he became, he hadn't died for tens of thousands of years, was that still a human being? Sure enough, the perverted old man was not a human being.

"Ivan boy, now that you know the preciousness of this kind of seed, do you still want to sell it?" asked Rata.

"Sell, of course. Ivan affirmed.

"Well, as your elder, I can't let you suffer, how can you make a beech for a seed and a magic stone?" Rata said tentatively.

"No problem. Ivan nodded and agreed to the price.

He handed one hundred and fifty seeds to Rata, who was about to hand over a heavy bag of cloth to Ivan, estimated that there were almost one hundred and fifty magic stones.

"Tutor Rata, I don't need one hundred and fifty yuan, just fifty yuan, I still have to buy some materials here. "Didn't take the bag," Ivan said.

"What material?"

"My lord, I know, the price is exactly a hundred magic stones. The beautiful waitress with a melon seed face said respectfully.

"Go get it, pick the best quality. Rata waved his hand and commanded.

"Yes".

"Old man, what have you said for a long time, I'm almost bored to death. A lazy voice rang out.

Hearing this, Rata smiled on his face, rubbed his hands and said, "An Zhan, come quickly, come here, and meet your disciple of Uncle Kanongamen." ”

Rata = sloppy, An Zhan = dirty, Ivan is full of black lines, what a good match for master and apprentice.

After seeing the dignity of An Zhan clearly, the corners of Ivan's mouth couldn't help twitching, and the person really matched the name.