Mogan was passionate about wealth, but he was not a clay sculpture of wood.

Family affection is something he has never experienced, but in addition to being strong and greedy for treasure, it is his nature to leave the nest and seek the same home.

- It's not just the nature of a dragon.

Compared with the slow-growing dragon kind, Mogan's growth is based on his other half of his bloodline, which is basically in tune with the human race. Because of this, when he reached the age of sixteen, he set out on his own and left his family.

Based on the scales shed during his growth period, Mogan scavenged for materials, traded with vendors in markets in different regions, and traveled all over the kingdom of Cole, and found the small town of Windsor next to Pandora's market half a month ago, and bought real estate to live in it temporarily.

The town of Windsor is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery. Although the soil environment is not suitable for growing large fields of rice or wheat, the strange and mild climate allows the land to be full of life, and it can grow a variety of beautiful stamens on demand.

The reason for choosing a place to live is the biggest secret of Mogan Grande since he arrived in this world.

Loved ones who trust them the most are also not known.

"A rose, a bouquet of lilies, and carnations."

Mogan knocked lightly on the counter to remind some of the operators behind the ears.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Serra. As always, there are scattered petals to wrap up all along with them. ”

In addition to the flowers sold to the outside, the small but delicate flower shop with wind chimes floating at the door is also a specialty of Windsor Town.

Sierra Fast is one of them.

She was nearly seventy years old, and she was not a foreign race or a mage, and the corners of her eyes were naturally covered with wrinkles given by the years, and when she smiled, she looked kind and kind, no different from a random amiable aunt in the streets.

Just richer.

"It's eighteen kol guilders in total, I'll count fifteen for you! How did you buy so much today? ”

Mogan put the corresponding coin on the table and bowed slightly to the hardworking old man politely, "Give it to my mother, she will have her birthday tomorrow." ”

"Say hello to her for me! Birthdays, of course, should be accompanied by the most beautiful flowers. Your mother should be pleased to have such a dutiful and polite child as you—but at this time, is it because she's coming to see you in town? ”

As she spoke, Serra carefully selected the flowers, cleaned up the petals, and opened two more flowers and put them in.

"Not really. I'll get a messenger to help me deliver it later. Mogan also knew that the warm-hearted old man had always thought that he was just idling out of the town like many others, "Is there any news in the town?" ”

He chose this flower shop as a location not only because the owner is generous, but also because he always gives away some gifts generously.

Saving money is naturally a reason, but not a decisive fact.

"Except for you, there shouldn't be." Aunt Sierra smiled and packed the bouquet, "Norma's uncle will be coming to town in the next two days, they already live very close, and they will come here once a month, just to visit relatives. Speaking of which, there's also Don Guy ......"

As soon as the short message box in the parents is opened, it can't be contained, and there are more fragments of information than Mogan imagined.

Aunt Sierra is a well-known good old man in town, and her two sons and daughters, teacher and inspector, mean she has better access than anyone else.

What's more, these premises are all obtained from casual conversations that last only a few tens of seconds of initial meeting.

Coming out of the mouth of a mild-mannered, talkative old man is certainly not some ulterior machia.

Mogan considers himself half a good person, and unlike his mother, who was once called the evil dragon, he left a murderous name only because he was not familiar with the world and was misunderstood but not bad.

He was just thinking about his safety that it would be more beneficial to communicate with such a person.

After all, intelligence is good for stability, and knowing it is good for him to keep "that secret" from everyone.

Picking up the well-organized bouquet and package, Mogan walked out of the doorway, but quickly stopped at the door.

"When did the store across the street open?"

Serra's flower shop is called "Town Flower House" and is located in the heart of Windsor.

This location is not to mention that every inch of land is expensive, at least there is a fixed flow of people, which is a treasure of feng shui.

In the only conversations, Mogan also learned that the rent here is expensive, but it is not a problem for Serra, who is the landlord herself, who only works because of the boredom of retirement.

In the same place, there is an alternative.

What caught Mogan's attention was another large shop next to the grocery store opposite. On his few visits, the sizable, brand-new shop never opened.

What's even more remarkable is that in addition to the rare opening of the door, there is also a line of slogans with very new handwriting and dog-like crawling at the entrance of the store.

"Wizards and dogs are not allowed."

Staring at the conspicuous and rebellious slogan, Mogan narrowed his eyes and waited for Serra to come out and take a look.

"Ah, this is Robbie's store!" Seeing the slogan, Serra gasped. "This kid, I haven't seen him for a few days, what is he doing!"

According to Serra, Robbie Reynolds, the son of a wealthy family in town, was not welcomed at home, and was kicked out to open a shop when he became an adult, saying that he would try to be self-reliant.

He guarded the door of the store but didn't know how to do business, so he could only gradually lose the little capital given by his family.

Fu Shao has the heart to do business, and he has tossed a lot of marketing strategies. The slogan is also just sensationalism and has no practical significance, but the results are as evidenced by the fact that so far there are so many shops that do not need to be cleaned up to collect dust.

"Since he didn't give up, where did he go the other day?"

"Robbie also had a store for him at home, and he would go there sometimes—well, this is it."

In order to show off the town, Aunt Sierra even posted a map of the neighborhood on her doorstep. Following her guidance, Mogan swept his eyes and found that the so-called shop was a hundred meters away from Pandora's Market.

It can't be guaranteed by the bazaar, but it also has a good flow of customers, but it is an embarrassing position that can't go up or down.

Robbie's family has shops in more than a dozen small towns nearby, as well as large fields on the hills. As the future heir to the land and shop, he naturally does not starve to death on the streets, but he needs to worry about whether he will ruin his family property.

Just looking at the sanitary condition of the door without dust, he should not want to be a loser......

But the talent is so that I have to obey.

Mogan felt that the "creativity" that Robbie racked his brains to come up with was not as reassuring as the store was abandoned.

Putting aside the kind-hearted Serra running to lobby the junior, Mogan walked into the shop and looked around.

The environment of the store is not bad, and the goods are very neatly placed. After a cursory look, Mogan found that the variety of goods here is quite complete, and the quality is also excellent, perhaps because no one buys it and does not wear it.

The eyes fell on the pricing, and the price was very affordable, which was completely in line with the market.

It's just that in the center of the town, which is full of ordinary residents, daily necessities are not sold, but this kind of thing is sold.

It is really ignorant of potential consumers, focusing on quality and weight, but not considering the most basic issues.

"What do you want to buy?"

A voice rang out in the corner of the shop, and Mogan turned his head to see the young man leaning on a wicker chair with his legs crossed.

In addition to the red hair like a chicken nest, the most prominent thing about the owner's temperament is the bruises on the eye sockets and the bloody corners of the mouth with wounds.

The person who beat him probably had some deep hatred, and the store manager's arrogant sitting posture did not look bad at his actions, but his face was greeted realistically.

This seems to be Robbie Reynolds, the clear-minded reservist loser.

With such an astonishing "talent" as at the door, it is not at all surprising to be beaten.

"Your tagline is chic." Mogan spoke, "But there's a lot of magic material here, and you don't seem to have an opinion about mages?" ”

Robbie shrugged, "If I had to find a suitable excuse, there might be an ancestor in my family who happened to die at the hands of some mage." ”

He made it clear that he didn't want to tell the truth.

"Although this answer reassures me, I don't understand the purpose of this slogan."

"Now that you're here, isn't that one of the purposes for which it was fulfilled? Who are you and what are you here for? ”

He can think like this, probably because the business is too poor, some self-defeating, and he doesn't even think that someone comes to the door for serious business.

Mogan sighed, "Speaking of which, I do have a deal here. ”

Robbie's gaze swept over all his furnishings and goods, and he remembered that the guest didn't seem to be looking at one of them in particular, and looked up and down, left and right.

Perhaps because he was used to being wronged and was cheated of a lot of capital, Fu Shao suddenly became a little vigilant.

"I don't buy goods here for the time being......"

Ignoring his questioning, Mogan pulled out a piece of dragon scale from his arms, placed it on the table, and made a direct request.

"First, the sign at the door should be changed so as not to offend anyone; Second, it seems that it is difficult to sell the goods here, so move to your shop next to the bazaar at the foot of the mountain; Third, ...... tomorrow"

He paused halfway through, as if suddenly remembering something, and corrected his words.

"Before sunrise the day after tomorrow, I want you to take this dragon scale in your hand and walk into the Pandora Market. After a walk, go straight out, don't worry about everyone else, and walk straight to your store at the foot of the mountain - I'll be waiting for you there. ”

"I said, you ...... so suddenly"

was slapped in the face by such a series of instructions, and Robbie was a little confused.

Although he sat upright and took the dragon scales, he wanted to continue to say something, but at this moment he saw a golden glow in Mogan's eyes, his pupils glowed, and scaly lines spread out behind his eyes.

Mogan did it on purpose.

The glowing pupils and scales behind the eyes are the most well-known features of the dragons after they take on a human form, and they are easily restored in the special state of deformed and unstable individuals, and their own race itself is a cash cow in the eyes of the alien race led by the human race.

Just growing up can produce a large number of dragon scales, and if it weren't for the fact that this kind of gift is usually limited to only one time in a lifetime, every member of the race itself is extremely powerful and difficult to reproduce, and the race that coexists with wealth should have been targeted by lawbreakers a long time ago.

"Hey, hey, hey—" Robbie gasped, "What do you want when you come to me!?" ”

"Do business." Mo Gan replied simply, "My secret and dragon scales are rewarded, and I don't force you to carry them out." If you think my identity is suspicious and want to regret it, you have a choice. You can leave the scales at the door of Mogan Grande's house before sunset tomorrow, and Aunt Sierra across from her knows where it is – just ask her if you need to. ”

In fact, Mogan himself felt that the "trading conditions" attached to him were just a deterrent, and had no gold content.

But for a young man who has never seen the dragon clan, it can also improve the chance of success, which can be regarded as taking advantage of the prestige of half of the same clan.

However, the arrangement was considered weekly, and Mogan then went straight out of the house, not giving Robbie time to solve the problem on the spot.

After Mogan left, Robbie observed the dragon scale in his hand, racking his brains, but he couldn't make up his mind after all.

Although his father also said when he taught him, although there are not many "dragon mouths" in the dragon clan, they are the most convenient to deal with, because they are usually rich and unsympathetic, although most of them have cold and hard personalities, but they pay the most attention to face.

It's easy to make money by trading with them, be enthusiastic and proactive, and be hospitable, and maybe you'll be owed favors by this powerful creature.

But Robbie always felt that this unsolicited guest was not ordinary, not a simple and easy to deceive species like the legend.

It's like a shrewd and down-to-earth ...... Person?

The undercurrent in his heart came to an end, and before the next round of psychological struggle began, the door suddenly had another movement.

Hearing the sound, Robbie bared his teeth and put away the dragon scales first.

He got up and prepared, so that he could practice how to "do business" well, and understand the possible meaning of the negotiation conditions.

Don't blame him for making a fuss, two customers a day, which is far more than the number of times he is open every day on weekdays.

Just before Robbie could figure out how to speak, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of the counter.

"Where does the guest you traded with just now live?"

"One or two, why don't you come to the door to do business......" Robbie was only dazzled by himself, and he was a little angry when he heard this, "I'm just selling something, why do I make me look like an errand for someone and a role in finding out news?" ”

The white-robed guest seemed stunned for a moment, thinking that Robbie's complaint was due to his lack of payment. He looked down at the gold coin he was holding, took it back, and pulled a nugget out of his bosom.

It is heavier than a gold coin, but it is irregularly shaped, and it is not minted into a gold currency of the specified quality according to mainland regulations.

"Give."

Looking at the gold nugget stuffed into his hand, Robbie weighed his weight even more confusedly, only knowing that this thing must be worth a lot of money.

With such a large amount of money in exchange for this bit of information, where is the big wrong?

Robbie knew more about the area of the town than Mogan had imagined, and he knew which houses no one lived in, and he knew who had moved in and where they lived—Aunt Serra's nagging was enough to teach him a lot of things in the time he had no business to do.

In line with the principle of taking people's money and doing things for others, he patiently explained the location and distance to the "wronged boss" in front of him.

However, when he looked up again, the white figure also disappeared from sight.

The figure disappeared in an instant, and Robbie saw it very realistically this time, so he stayed in place even more confused.

On the other side, after returning to the residence with the materials, Mogan breathed a sigh of relief after counting the things at the table.

Spells and potions are indeed based on ordinary buds, and the leftovers from Serra's shop are also tools for his work.

But at least this time, he said that after all, part of the moving thing is true, and he is not sorry.

Well, there is still one last bit of spare material......

Rubbing in the flower field? Or will it just start?

Opening the door, Mogan glanced at the moonlight on the windowsill as he pondered the proper way to save money.

I just wanted to walk to today's terminal, but I found that I don't know when, a figure in a white wizard's robe appeared silently in front of his door.

Morganton was wary that his carefully designed defenses had not worked at all.

Teleport?

With such a term running through his mind for the first time, Mogan had almost begun to review the offensive magic he hadn't practiced in a long time. Teleportation, a spell commonly used on the battlefield for assassination, can only be used by extremely powerful mages.

Magic is not a tool that can be used at will, and with the exception of restrictions on mages, each spell comes with a corresponding compensation requirement.

Teleportation is said to allow living creatures to bypass defenses across the barriers of time and space, and the effect of teleportation is extremely amazing, and the energy and magic required are far beyond the reach of ordinary spells, and even make the caster lose the strength needed to defend or attack for a short time.

But it is used for visits and visits...... This must be too extravagant.

Or does the caster have other plans?

At this moment, the white-robed wizard in front of him lowered his head quietly, and Mogan could see that he was cautiously holding up a gold coin—it was not a gold coin, but Mogan could recognize the familiar aura inside.

The breath of their own magic.

The false gold coins were disappearing, and the solids were gradually dissolving in the air, turning into ashes from one end to the other, and the scattered ashes were drifting towards Mogan little by little, and then the disillusionment was dispersed into the air.

This is exactly what he used to create chaos in Pandora's Bazaar and steal the disposables.

Mogan Grande held his breath.

The wizard looked straight at Mogan, his gaze determined, and Mogan also met the pair of orange pupils under the hood.

"The Chosen Brave - Starting today, I'm going to teach you how to kill me."