Early the next morning.

"How are you feeling?"

Goron asked in a deep voice.

"It's comfortable, it's the power of magic, is this a totem?"

Simpson marveled viscerally as he looked with his eyes at the giant totem stuck in the dirt in front of him. The wood texture of the totem is clear, the material is hard, and there is a faint metallic luster in the sun. This totem was bigger than his whole person, almost like the trunk of a complete tree, and the grooves on it outlined a simple and mysterious pattern, and the orange energy in it emitted a dim light, shining on his body, like a warm current like a hot spring surging from his veins.

"That's right, healing totem, the magic of the Osim tribe. ”

"This ...... What a ......."

Simpson's expression was full of amazement, and he didn't know what tone to use. The Plains of Plath are a mix of fish and dragons, with all kinds of races, totem magic is not uncommon, and the types of "healing totems" are even more diverse, with varying effects. But now it seems that none of them can compare to this huge totem in front of you. He felt the magic effect on his body, but it was only five breaths, and the tiredness of the early morning was swept away, this level of effect was simply unheard of.

But that wasn't the main reason Simpson was speechless - he was frightened by the ogre's ability to spoil the material.

Such a large piece of enchantment material was made into a healing totem like this?

Simpson recalled several times in his life that he had seen and heard the bloody storm caused by a piece of high-quality enchanted material, and the frenzied battles between various powerful spellcasters and their followers, and only felt that his head was a little unable to turn. The level of the healing totem maker in front of him is not low, and the enchantment on it is perfect no matter where you look at it, but the production of the totem is too simple, except that the pattern on it is particularly large, and the structure is very simple and crude.

Fortunately, Goron didn't tell him that he usually used this thing as a stone mallet, so he didn't make the middle-aged man lose his mind.

"Priest Goron, may I ask if you made this totem?"

"That's right?" Goron lowered his head. He was very satisfied with the expression of this human, "What level can this totem rank in the Plains of Plath?"

"There is no totem that can compare to him!" Simpson looked at this totem that could directly solve the military expenses of their entire corps for half a year by selling their own materials, and then hesitated. He asked, "Priest Goron, forgive me for taking the liberty of taking out this totem, do you want to (sell it)?"

"You guessed it, I'd like to rent a piece of land in Ratchet City. If someone is willing to pay enough copper plates, my priest will let him use the totem for healing. ”

"You want to rent it out?"

Hearing this, the barely maintained expression on Simpson's face instantly collapsed, and he looked at the two-headed ogre priest in front of him with an incredulous gaze.

"That's fine, so I'd like to ask you where you can rent out a plaza in Ratchet City. ”

Goron affirmed the other party's doubts, he didn't fail to see that Simpson's attitude was a little subtle, but in this situation, his warband wanted to sell something, except for his magic. He wouldn't mind enchanting some runic weapons himself to sell if he could. It's sure to make a lot of money, but unfortunately, the ogre's fingers are too thick, and even giant weapons like axes are difficult to enchant......

Anyway, it is the tertiary industry service industry, how can it maintain expenses with zero-input profiteering trading and the use of military force to control it.

Goron comforted himself like this in his heart, as for the market for the healing totem service, he was not worried at all. The trolls in the warband were previously from one of the world's most powerful countries. He had inquired about Ukka, and although it was a magical world, the pride of the spellcasters made them live by becoming court mages and being raised. Like Goron's, magical transactions are only carried out among peers, and few of them are used to serve the public. Of course. This business in the whole world can only be completed by him as an apprentice of the traveling mage. Even if there is really a wizard or shaman who comes to steal the business, just the cost plus the production time, that little profit is estimated to become a shame among the casters.

Totems will break if they are used.

To sum up, it is understandable that Simpson cannot understand Golon's current brain circuitry.

"I will prepare for each person to receive some copper plates, and then my priest will cast the light of the totem over him. Goron recalled the range of effect of the healing totem when he was on the battlefield before, and then substituted the strength of the stabbing ribs, blood feathers, and Wuka's spiritual power" Of course. It's time-limited, and when the time comes, my men will ask him to leave. As for the venue, it doesn't need to be too big, the size of a hostel is enough. How much money should be charged, my two goblins are in charge. ”

"I see, Priest Golon. ”

Simpson's mood was barely stable, and his eyes were a little fluttering when he looked at the healing totem, not to mention others, but he himself was a little moved at this moment. The most important thing in the Plains of Plath is mercenaries, who do not have old wounds. Even if there are no old wounds, nobles and businessmen who have spare money in their hands will definitely not mind to relieve their fatigue.

After a few more conversations, Goron asked a boar warrior to take the Simpson to find the two goblins, Gallolo and Gagarin. He wasn't prepared to participate in such a simple thing as maintaining the healing totem, on the one hand, his recent magic manipulation had started to go berserk again, and performing such a subtle operation was like tiptoeing to him, although it was simple, it would be painful after a long time. On the other hand, he came outside to see more magic, and by the way, to solve the problems of the tribe, the opportunity for ogres to enter the city is so rare, how can it be wasted here.

Therefore, he is only going to be responsible for summoning the totem. Goron's totem is a magical creation, he knows nothing about its essence, and he has no tools such as clocks and watches at hand, only that it will take about a day for the totem to disappear without a trace.

At this point, Goron naturally will not take the initiative to break it.

"Blood massacre. ”

"Yes, Chief!"

Hearing Golon's call, Bloodslaughter trotted all the way with a kitchen knife and followed, looking very excited, and even the smirk on his face seemed to be grinning even more. Golon's heart is also not at peace, for him, a civilized city is really nostalgic, not to mention, in this goblin city, there are new delicacies...... New magic awaits him to discover. (To be continued.) )