Douqi Continent, Gama Empire, Mocheng.

In an inconspicuous corner, there is an ordinary small shop.

On the plaque of the small shop, the two big characters "Gutu" are printed on it, which looks quite old.

Such a shop is inconspicuous in Mocheng, and even if you pass by the door, it will definitely not attract too much attention.

The shop is simple as a whole, and when you enter the store, you will be greeted by wooden shelves on both sides, on which various books and drawings are neatly arranged, and some runes can be faintly seen from the side.

Perhaps because of the age, the drawings of the books are slightly yellowed and look a little old.

In the center of the shop is a long, neat wooden table that serves as a counter.

There was a lot of parchment on it, and an old man with gray hair was concentrating on a clean piece of parchment with a black wolf pen, quite focused.

Beside the old man sat a young man with a delicate face, about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The table in front of the young man was neat, there was no superfluous clutter, and the slender palm fiddled with a gold coin in his hand, bumping and bumping on the wooden table, not caring for the feelings of the old man next to him, creating a messy noise.

The shop is lit by the glow of moonstone, and customers are wandering around, occasionally picking up drawings to look at.

"Boy, how much does this map cost?" A burly man came to the counter, looked at the old man who was concentrating on the map, and noticed that he didn't look up, and then turned to the leisurely young man.

I saw that the young man didn't raise his head, and slowly stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty gold coins?" The burly man looked at the map again hesitantly.

However, he didn't say anything more, but took out twenty gold coins from his bosom and placed them on the table, and walked outside.

"Not enough money." At the moment when the strong man was about to step out of the store, the lazy voice of the young man came from behind him.

"How is it not enough? Twenty gold coins, one is not less. The strong man said to the boy with a frown.

"It's true that there are twenty gold coins here, but the map you have in your hand sells for two hundred gold coins."

"What? Two hundred gold coins, why don't you grab it? The burly man slapped the table violently, and the gold coins scattered on the table jumped.

This move of the strong man attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the store, and some people were smiling, as if they were not surprised by this matter, and they looked like they were watching a good show.

Some people secretly smacked their tongues, surprised by the high price of the map, and at this moment the map in their hands seemed to have become a hot potato, and they silently put it back on the wooden shelf.

The old man on the side frowned, and the dry palm holding the black pen paused for a moment.

"Looting money is not as fast as selling maps."

The boy threw the gold coin in his hand upward, and the gold coin kept rolling in the air, and then the boy grabbed it in his hand.

The young man put one hand on his cheek: "If you can't pay the price, ask for another place." However, in Mocheng, the maps sold here are the most accurate, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed. And you go to other stores to buy, hehe, don't regret any danger in the desert when the time comes. ”

"Even if your maps are of good quality, they're too expensive." The burly man had an ugly face.

The mercenary team he formed took on a mission and was about to go to the Tagor Desert, and he heard that the map here was the most detailed, so he was ready to buy a copy here to increase the success rate of the mission.

Because the rest of the mercenary groups introduced that the map here not only recorded large and small routes, but even some dangerous locations that were easy to encounter demonic beasts were marked, so that the survival rate of adventurers who went to the desert was greatly increased.

However, he apparently didn't expect a map to be so expensive.

"Buy it or not." The boy yawned. Said indifferently.

The burly man hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth, took out the money bag in his hand, and told all the gold coins inside.

"Forty gold coins are missing." The young man glanced at the number of gold coins and reminded him.

"Can you discount it, that's all I have in gold." The strong man's swarthy face was a little red, and the money on his body was used to buy healing pills and equipment to go to the desert, and now he emptied his body, and only these gold coins remained.

"You must still have a herb in your arms, right? Hand over the herb, and you take this map. ”

The strong man's face changed, and he blurted out: "How do you know? ”

He subconsciously touched a dry withered grass in his arms, which was a medicinal herb he had stumbled upon during his last mission, but it had not yet been able to be sold.

He took out the medicinal herbs and said, "The price of low-grade medicinal materials in the Dan Medicine Workshop is also about eighty gold coins. ”

The implication is self-evident!

"The selling price is eighty gold coins, if they buy it from you, the price will never exceed fifty gold coins, besides, your medicinal herb has been left for too long, and it is not properly preserved, it is already the limit of forty gold coins." The boy said unhurriedly.

The strong man frowned, slightly angry in his heart, but for the sake of the safety of this trip, he still reluctantly put down the medicinal herbs, and then picked up the map and walked outside.

"Welcome back next time." The boy smiled and waved at the burly figure.

The strong man muttered an inaudible word casually, walked out the door without looking back, and then poured into the street and disappeared into the crowd.

……

"Second-order Xuanling Grass, not bad."

Looking at the shriveled but still well-preserved herbs, the boy smiled. The strong man thought it was just a low-order herb, but he didn't think it was a second-order herb.

The price of low-grade medicinal materials is about 100 gold coins, while the value of higher-level second-order medicinal materials can range from eight to ten times.

However, this herb has been left for too long, and the branches have dried up due to water loss, and the medicinal power has been seriously lost, and its value has been greatly reduced.

I saw the young man knead the herb into small pieces, stuff it into his mouth, and chew it carefully.

The old man next to him seemed to have not seen this strange behavior of the young man, and he was still concentrating on drawing the drawings in his hand.

As for why weird?

Commonly obtained medicinal materials will be sold in pharmacies and alchemist guilds, unless you are an alchemist who can refine the medicinal liquids of many medicinal materials and refine them into pills.

As for taking medicinal materials alone, if it is not at the level of heaven and earth, otherwise chewing and swallowing it like a teenager will only cause the medicinal power to be lost in vain, and the improvement of one's own strength will be minimal.

The dried herbs were eaten by the young man as if they were a peerless delicacy, chewed carefully and swallowed them in one bite, and finally licked his lips with great satisfaction.

Shifting his gaze, the boy looked at the gold coins on the wooden table.

Divide the gold coin into two parts, take out one of the gold coins in one of them, and look at the golden glitter, and the young man's dark starry eyes also flash a trace of gold.

Looking at the inside of the shop, the customers were intently looking at the drawings, and no one else was paying attention to the situation.

The young man seized the opportunity, flicked his fingers, and the gold coin in his hand crossed a graceful arc in the air, and was thrown into his mouth with unmistakable accuracy.

Then, the old man beside the young man heard the click of metal shattering and the muffled voice.

"Punctuality!"

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