Pandora Bazaar is never short of guests.

Whether it's a noble duke or a thief, a strange race or a beautiful anomaly, there's nothing new in this place - unless there's a race called "Gold" to make it happen.

Mogan stood in the middle of the endless crowd, rubbing the gold coins hidden in his palms.

Then he silently recited a mantra.

The gold disappears.

At the same time, above the moss-covered well, a dynamic golden glow quietly emerged.

Wells were originally just wells. At first, there were regular customers tying horses to the stone racks where the buckets were kept, but later everyone followed suit, and the big men who transported goods gradually gathered here to rest.

The great man who had time to rest during the day was not a merchant, but only provided abundant labor, and when he was bored in between work, he boasted that he had been born in a sea of mountains and flowers, had seen the splendid palaces of the kingdom of Cole, and had searched for the sleeping treasures of the South Seas.

They are quite talkative, but they can keep quiet, because "silence" is the norm in this bazaar - the seasoned people know how to follow the local customs best.

Just as the horse boy was attracted to attention, his eyes followed the dancing bright gold until it fell into the well.

"Poof—"

There is the sound of water, it is an entity!

Realizing that this was not a half-dreaming hallucination, Ma Tong's eyes suddenly widened and he screamed excitedly.

"Gold fell from the sky! Over there! ”

The others noticed the anomaly, and a few heads whizzed around, only one step slower.

The shouting was just an opportunity to detonate the riots.

Mogan's gaze quickly swept over the shops and confirmed his earlier suspicions, and finally his gaze finally stopped at a boss who had his beard curled with his little thumb.

The vendor was as silent as the rest of his peers, except that he moved his eyes to the well, and quickly recovered it.

But relatively speaking, in the face of this change, these are the least reserved aborigines.

Walking a few steps to the front of the stall, Mo Gan asked in a low voice, "Three bottles of licorice liquid, two pieces of ink horn, and three high-grade stone essences." How much? ”

The first two are the most basic and cheap materials for potions, which are easy to sell and easy to buy, but in the end they are very valuable.

The boss began to droop his eyelids, and when he heard this, he was surprised, and his eyes moved slightly.

"More than one, the bottom of the well...... It's all at the bottom of the well! There's a lot of gold here! ”

At the same time, the constant shouting of the horse boy was noticeable throughout the noisy crowd.

The rough hand on the table also moved, and Mogan's eyes drooped, and he analyzed it a little:

The fingertips are unconsciously pointing outward, and they are really concerned about the event.

There are also unfading burnt marks on the nails, curled brown hair that has been deliberately combed back, and a few bits of soot that have been missed when washing your face in your ears.

These clues mean that this boss is also a firesmith, and there is no shortage of goods - he was still working before the opening, and he rushed to make money by simply arranging his hair, which must be urgent.

And last but not least:

He was distracted.

Ignoring the turmoil behind him, Mo Gan seemed to unintentionally block the direction of the shop to the wellhead with his body, and continued to urge.

"Boss, how much do these cost?"

"Nine gold coins, and one hundred and thirty-five ......"

"Why don't you have six?" Before he could finish speaking, Mogan knocked on the table, "Boss, this is a big business. ”

The odds were erased lightly, and there were several gold coins missing, and the boss was not wronged, so he was naturally unwilling.

And it was such an ignorant guest who happened to block his view and made him want to send it as soon as possible.

Mogan was not in a hurry, took out a bag he had prepared earlier, and poured out five black scales.

"There's an alternative, it's called barter."

The boss's eyes were stunned, and he was a little suspicious.

"Dragon scales?"

The existence of dragons is not a secret.

They are scarce in number due to the difficulty of reproduction, and they are also widely known for their strength.

Adult dragons are large and strong, and their scales have both medicinal properties and potential as weapon materials, making them marketable.

Dragon scales cannot be inserted and pulled at will, only a hundred pieces can be left in the transformation rarely seen in a lifetime, and the rest will be like the scales peeled off when the living dragon clan is injured, and will be turned into ashes with the dissipation of power.

Mogan lined up the five dragon scales and let the boss inspect the crystal clear scales of the table.

"There are only five pieces, which is still too little."

The boss rolled his eyes, and he was not directly satisfied.

Although dragon scales are scarce, they have upper limits on their medicinal properties and hardness, and there are many substitutes for practicality.

A gold coin and a dragon scale are the ordinary price in the market, which is already a lot of money, and the most that can increase in value is the rarity, so that people can add some gifts.

Continuing to consider the pros and cons, Mogan grabbed the gold coin in his pocket and muttered for a moment.

At some point, the gold coins that he had transferred by using a spell returned to his hand and hid them preciously.

"Would you like to add an extra gold coin?" The boss wiped his hands on the corner of the table for a long time, "These dragon scales look good, they are rare...... Tell me where they came from, and it's not impossible. ”

This person completely puts himself in the active position, but when he wants to pick the bones in the egg, he is also leaky.

Mogan's expression remained unchanged, but he felt pressure in his heart.

This person is not the easiest person to handle, and it does not bode well that he has been seen in the transaction.

Seeing that Mogan didn't answer, the boss smiled.

"Look at me, I'm just happy and anxious! Don't mind too much, guests. I'm most familiar with the smell of gold coins – so how? According to you, you can save money by moving your mouth, which should be quite reassuring? ”

"Speaking of the source of goods, I'm afraid the dragon scales are not so valuable." Mogan said calmly, "You're really joking. It's better to compromise and go back the way you came......"

He pulled out an extra dragon scale.

The boss didn't have much hope, but shrugged his shoulders when he saw this, saying that this was okay.

Perhaps he was also a little puzzled as to why a well-priced, knowledgeable customer had used a higher-value dragon scale than a gold coin at hand.

— but in Mogan's view, it's not a multiple-choice question worth digging into.

Gold coins are his treasure. Even though as a merchant, Mogan inevitably had to spend some gold as a cost, he could choose to keep some of it as much as he could, even if it was a small cost.

Take a step back and the deal is done.

Picking up a few items that the boss had taken out from under the counter, Mogan bagged them and turned to leave.

The chaos behind him continued, and someone had already taken the bucket next to him and tried to salvage the countless gold coins from the well.

There should be no shortage of mages in the bazaar who can fetch things from the air, but to make a move in such a place is tantamount to public criticism. A handful of impatient creatures shoved and shoved the edge of the well, causing the iron bucket to be tied to the sling.

"Don't push! Don't squeeze! ”

The boy held the leash in both hands and complained loudly.

He grasped the end of the rope with his right hand, and his arms and forehead were full of bruised tendons - not that the bucket was too heavy, but that the hemp rope was still dragging the hands of different people, exerting force in different directions, so naturally they could not get together.

Mogan had already walked dozens of meters, but before leaving, he heard an unexpected exclamation.

Ma Tong and another man were half-cut into the well. And above the heads of the two, the rope that should have hung down well fluttered in the wind, and the break was significant.

At the same time, a black figure flashed past him.

Feeling the corners of his clothes being lifted by the wind, Mogan's face sank.

Rather than creating opportunities without opportunities, there are also people who want to wait for opportunities and make the most of this chaotic opportunity.

This is the truth that reason can emanate...... But by coincidence, it caused Mogan's conditioned reflex.

The man in black was moving at high speed, when his throat suddenly tightened, and he paused with a "uh".

Mogan was behind people before, but he quietly came to his back, his hands were not ambiguous, his five fingers choked his throat, and he still loosened half of it, which seemed sharp but not fatal.

He suppressed his voice, letting the gloomy whisper echo in the ears of the man in black.

"What are you doing?"

The man in black was intercepted unprepared, and he was stuck in his throat, so he could only desperately hold back his reply.

"I haven't, uh, I haven't opened today! This big brother ...... Even if you lose something and want to get it back, you have to tell me what I took from you......"

"You don't have that ability. Passing by me just now, this is the first time you want to steal something today? ”

"This ......"

If you don't do it, you will be cut, and the black-clothed thief is just probing himself, how did he fall into such a situation.

He stiffened his neck, his face flushed, and he probably wanted to question what kind of illness this man was guilty of to be so nosy.

Unable to speak, but the words in his heart undoubtedly showed on his face:

You can guess his purpose today with a single move, can this person read minds?

Mogan doesn't have this skill for the time being, but there is no doubt that such a flamboyant style is not his usual style.

He quickly realized this.

Suppressing his out-of-control personal emotions, Mogan regained his composure while observing the black-clad thief.

Trying to hide his appearance with a robe - but in this place where there is eyeliner everywhere, the more you actively cover it, the easier it is to notice.

This guy, if he really steals, is no less than a pig walking in the slaughterhouse, and an escaped prisoner jumps over the wall into the police station.

failed to hide in the crowd, and missed countless flaws, let alone a day, but he could be arrested in a while.

This is the mistake of a novice thief who thinks he can run rampant like the propaganda in the propaganda after taking the agility potion, and it also proves that the person in front of him is not a habitual offender, but he is still quite hard-mouthed and wants to maintain the "decency" in ability.

- It's a pity that although there are similar departments, there is no such thing as a police station in this world.

"Remember the rules of the bazaar." Mogan came up with an excuse, "This is the place of trade, I don't allow anyone to try to steal my gold, and you don't want to see me a second time - or a 'nosy' like me." ”

Mogan then let go, allowing the suffocating thief to crawl to the edge of the crowd.

Such a swagger may attract the attention of others, just enough to cover up with this reckless thief.

Simply "meddling" does not usually exist in such places, and Mogan himself is only looking for trouble out of personal feelings.

He just didn't know how many times he told himself, and he would definitely change it next time.

- but he also knows that the source of the wonderful conditioned reflex is complex, and he has been battling it for a long time, and he knows that this is not a problem that his proud "reason" can easily solve.

After arresting people for a while, the wellside crisis is still not over.

Mogan turned his head to see that the people who could help were crowded into the blind spot, unable to hear the cries for help in the noise, and even pushing inside, exacerbating the predicament.

Seeing from afar that the people in the well were struggling and falling down, Mogan sighed and was about to step forward himself.

At this moment, Mogan felt a bit of vague aura condense on his body, and suddenly looked back.

Who?

But the strange perception quickly disappeared, and even if you deliberately searched for it, you found nothing.

When he turned around again, he saw that the two people in distress had stopped struggling, and stiffened up to the mouth of the well, like puppets led by a fishing line.

This made Mogan stunned for a moment, but he wouldn't stay in one place for long.

Confirming that there were no other accidents, he walked away directly, and was able to leave the place of right and wrong that he had created.

At the same time, he noticed that the noisy discussion began to be mixed with a strange swearing, which was different from before.

Things are still different.

After going around the market for more than half a circle, before finally leaving, Mogan still vaguely heard passers-by gossiping about the subsequent development of the matter:

The dozens of gold coins in the well suddenly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, as if they had been under some strange spell.

It is also said that after the incident, a man in a white cloak left the scene.

The man was in a hurry, silent about doubts and obstructions, and perhaps the culprit was responsible for the embezzlement of large amounts of gold coins.

When he heard the "sudden disappearance", Mogan was actually surprised for a moment.

- The decoy magic should not have run out by then.

But for the time being, he could only blame it on his own miscalculations, or perhaps the magic of other pretenders interfering.

Either way, he was glad that someone could divert his gaze and allow him not only to get out of the way completely, but also to be completely free from suspicion.

Replication techniques that temporarily appear and disappear afterwards, and transposition techniques that move dead objects back and forth.

A fishing-like trick paired with an introductory spell is enough to conjure up a trick that will lure the curiosity of onlookers away from curiosity.

This isn't the first time in a few years that Mogan has used a deliberate mess to "fish in troubled waters" for his own investigations and bargaining, but this time the situation seems a little more complicated – and not just the unexpected, not-so-foolish stall owners.

There were also many doubts and variables that he had not anticipated.

Compared with other bazaars in the kingdom of Kohl, Pandora's bazaar is obviously qualitatively different, and after on-the-spot verification and confirmation, at least the stall owners have seen much more of the world.

It didn't quite work out, and Mogan wasn't upset.

Tempting Pandora's Bazaar was the main purpose he had achieved, and not being able to save one more dragon scale was a shortcoming at best.

His true purpose has only just begun to take shape, and it is far from the time for it to be truly revealed.

Mogan never skimped on solving fairly simple problems with tricks that ordinary people find cumbersome. Especially in a crowded place, just because this kind of fanfare in the eyes of others is troublesome, and at the same time, it is not easy for people to determine his true purpose.

Over the course of several years, through this spirit of not being too troublesome, he learned about the prices prevailing in the bazaar, and through which he could do a lot of business, and save the part he did not want to spend, so that he could obtain the gold that he secretly rejoiced in by the mere existence of.

Mogan didn't care what he could buy with gold.

All he cared about was how many coins the coin could help him get.

Of course, since he was quite resistant to the gold coins he got his hands on and left him, it was better not to lose the one he started with.

As a human being, Mogan's desires are rather sluggish, as almost all of them tend in the same direction.

If he could live his life in a palace made entirely of gold, Mogan would be more than happy to do so, but only on the premise that this dazzling and expensive palace would be completely free of prefixes, aftermaths and strings attached, and would truly belong to him.

Twenty-one years into this world, Mogan doesn't feel like he's changed in substance.

In his previous life, he was a war orphan, his parents were killed in an explosion in the same battle, and he was left in an infant before he could learn to speak—no matter how much bad news provoked the pity of those around him, he would only cry meaninglessly, which is also appropriate.

After being sent to an orphanage, Mogan grew up comforted and taught by others.

Perhaps by his natural potential, Mogan learned earlier and more keenly to make some more practical choices than he usually hated war or inherited the mantle.

He received a small amount of property and pensions left by his parents, and when his peers were still struggling with the troubles of adolescence, he boldly started from scratch, and after more than ten years of hardship, he obtained wealth that was difficult for others to achieve.

Sacrificing almost all of his life's best leisure time, he is finally recognized, but even though his profession and fortune are not the same as his parents', Mogan dies in a sudden explosion, right in the heart of the city.

It was the most prosperous and lively gold cave, and it was also the safest place.

The sudden catastrophe is not only accompanied by physical pain, but also brings a mental blow to Mogan, making him realize that people are too fragile and that no matter how much money they get, it is always like a dream.

To break free from the shadow of his past, he needs not only wealth, but also the strength to protect his possessions.

Then, Mogan came into this world with his memories in reserve.

In addition to his special pedigree and both parents, his enthusiasm finally has a legitimate and reasonable excuse. In this life, Mogan is the son of a dragon, so he naturally has reason to covet all the treasures he encounters, especially the beautiful and dazzling gold.

In addition, he has a little difference from others.

Mogan Grande is the son of the brave and the dragon.

Mogan's biological mother, the Hurricane Dragon Cesilia was once a legendary ferocious dragon outside the mountains of the Kingdom of Cole, a legendary monster that could stop young children from crying at night, and was also a friend of the current Queen of Cole, and even the wife of the current Captain of the Royal Cavalry.

Decades ago, a misunderstanding led the previous king to misunderstand that the dragon had kidnapped his daughter Christine and sent the brave Lindelo to the rescue.

met by chance in the forest, and a man and a dragon launched an earth-shattering life-and-death decisive battle, almost losing both.

Christine appeared in time to stop it, and after the misunderstanding was resolved, Cecilia was recruited by the princess several times to lobby and finally serve the kingdom of Cole.

Cecilia, who wanted to guard her friend, insisted on joining the Knight Guard, and met Lindello again, who was the captain of the guard at the time.

Because the war with the Kingdom of Crowley is imminent, the evil dragon and the brave man agree to learn from each other, and one person and one dragon have been in love for a long time in the perennial companionship and communication, and finally join hands and return to the mountains and forests after the war.

Until twenty-one years ago, Mogan was born who didn't mind having a pair of living parents.