The preparation of potions is very cumbersome, in addition to buying according to the potion formula, it is generally necessary to try in advance, so that the formula and the effective dosage of the material are completely consistent, and at the same time adapt to the different magical characteristics of each person, so as not to lose the previous efforts due to nature conflicts.

The slightest mistake could cause the entire potion to fail, costing a lot of money. But if someone knows the need for all potion materials from the beginning, and even tells them clearly and clearly what the quality is and what the optimal solution is for the year, it is just a process as simple as buying vegetables in the market, and it doesn't take much thought.

Pandora's Bazaar was as chaotic and orderly as ever, but this time it came earlier than yesterday.

Now the stalls are more deserted, and the flow of customers is relatively small. Instead, there were laborers who came and went, carrying goods in batches to the stalls, and horsemen pulling carts from one end to the other.

Mogan couldn't have imagined that he had come to Pandora's Market again not for his own little gesture.

At this moment, Lucifer was placed alone on the east side of Pandora's Bazaar, and it was very quiet.

The honorable king was not only silent, but even put on a hood. Mogan had just discovered that His Majesty seemed to be quite resistant to the crowded places nearby, preferring to hide under his hood and continue to ponder how to defeat the Rubik's Cube easily and conveniently.

That's understandable. After discovering that there was a formal solution to the Rubik's Cube, His Excellency Lucifer Lestus had no time to think about it, either to mention the shopkeeper of the "bosom friend" in response to him, or to tell stories to people, or to argue with reason.

The same is true on the way here. The king has a good habit of walking and looking at his feet, and he will not casually look at the Rubik's Cube while walking.

In fact, Mogan didn't want to spend time shopping for groceries during the original rest time, but His Majesty the King gave too much.

At first, Robbie only gave him molten gold nuggets, and it seemed that he only had gold on his body before, and he was not sure what the gold coins sold by the Cole Kingdom looked like now, and he didn't want to reveal the fact that he was not a native through a gold coin.

With Mogan's treasure collection as a reference, the generous king pinched it and made ten standard gold coins.

The finished product is beautiful, basically identical. Since gold coins are a hard currency that only looks at weight, there is no obstacle to use it at all. In addition to the amount required for dispensing, it also includes excipients such as licorice liquid that Mogan has his own reserves and can provide.

And the rest can all go into Mogan's pocket, which can be used as the cost of running errands. Mogan estimated the market price and found that even if the consumption of other accessories was subtracted, he could earn a full three gold coins at one time.

"Eighteen leaves and five clouds. At this price, it's better to grab it. ”

"Eighteen leaves and five clouds. Well, the cloud scale grass is of good quality, how about three gold coins? Deal. ”

"Eighteen water leaf insect eggs - your eggs, I sincerely suggest that you take them and feed them to the chickens, it is better than taking an empty place."

"Eighteen Leaves Eggs......

Halfway down the street, as soon as he said this again, Mogan saw an acquaintance.

In front of the counter, a half-sized guy was lying on the clean corner of the table, and raised his head when he heard someone ask.

The two looked at each other.

This was the first time he had seen the black-robed thief, who was wearing a new suit of clothes and keeping warm with his hands in his pockets, the only flaw in this dress was the fold of the clothes on the right shoulder, which did not fit in with the other well-groomed corners of his body.

The young man looked at the stall just now, and there were countless goods neatly arranged on the table, and he raised his head when he heard the voice.

"What do you need to ......?"

"How much?"

Mo Gan was not biased, his expression was unusual, as if he had never seen this person, so he spoke normally.

"Three, three gold coins......"

The kid shook his eyes, reacted quickly, panicked and couldn't help but rub his eyes, and his mouth stammered.

"Two?"

It's just that Mogan didn't have any feelings about that grudge, and opened his mouth while looking at the goods, thinking that it would be good if he could bargain for the opportunity.

"No way!"

When it comes to money, it's smart.

In fact, Mo Gan was not disappointed, the two materials he wanted today are all common to the whole country at market prices, and basically there is no change in pricing, and naturally there is no room for bargaining.

After all, there are no geographical requirements for their cultivation, except for special areas such as deserts, which limit production only the probability of survival and the ability of the cultivator. And the leaves on this stall happened to be good, and Mogan observed that both the fullness and color were relatively moderate. Maybe you can use it back and have a surplus, and maybe you can earn one-sixth of a gold coin.

"Okay."

Mogan simply gave the money.

For the gold coins that didn't really fall into his hands, but were just held when he bought things on behalf of others, he didn't have such a strong possessiveness, at least he wouldn't squander the dragon scales that he only had a dozen or so left.

After taking the three gold coins, the thief rubbed his eyes again, and was still taking the opportunity to secretly look at Mogan's face, as if although he saw who it was yesterday, he was not sure because the other party had no feedback.

I walked like this, and when I was helping to pack something, I almost dropped something on the ground.

Mogan sighed, "I can't hold this thing steadily, so it's no wonder that you can't be a thief." ”

"I didn't!" The thief's eyes became panicked, and he stared at Mogan and lowered his voice again, "I...... I'm getting down to business! ”

Without the obstacle of the hood, and if you look closely, this thief is actually even a child, but he is taller than his peers. Mogan's own height is outstanding among ordinary people, perhaps due to the influence of the dragon bloodline. Because of this reason, he is also more sensitive to this kind of specialness, and subconsciously feels that tall people will not be young, and he didn't notice this yesterday.

But sitting in front of the stall is much more obvious.

Judging by the slightly revealed skills yesterday, this child's physical fitness is not bad, and correspondingly, perhaps because of the rapid height at this age, the development of young people has not caught up with the growth rate for the time being, and it seems that the torso of half a man is thin, and the figure without a cloak is like a tall and thin bamboo pole.

There are also frightened eyes that directly look at passers-by and themselves, and the hands that don't know where to put and the overly formal dress can confirm a little bit - this thief who was temporarily persuaded to retire is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, and I am afraid that he has just begun to learn to live alone.

Yes, living alone.

"I'm not going to compete with my kids yet." Mogan smiled, "It's not easy to live alone, and it's good to work for a stall owner to make a living." But if you're hesitant to put loose scraps in your pocket when you're selling, I'd suggest you give up on the idea and change into a less purposeful piece of clothing until the boss comes over for a shift change. What is your name? ”

"Wei ...... Frank! ”

The obvious change of words caused Mogan to squint, and soon, the child who claimed to be Frank noticed something strange and his eyes widened.

"How do you know - no, it's not!"

"I was a thief yesterday, I looked at the stall today, I don't have a fixed place to live, and the people who deliberately dress up look like people, but the clothes I choose are the most resistant to dirt."

Frank quibbled, "This is ...... Last night my brother celebrated my work and gave me a gift. ”

The excuse is made up quickly enough, and it's quite clever.

Mo Gan tugged at the corners of his mouth and continued to ask, "Why did you go to the beach for a night when you have time to receive gifts at night?" ”

At this point, Frank was really upset, and he didn't even think of a way to refute it, and Mogan continued unhurriedly.

"You're dressed up very seriously, your clothes are all new, but you can't help but sleep on your stomach so early today when there are few guests - if you had time to receive gifts yesterday, it wouldn't have been. As for why I know you won't watch the stall for a long time, so many good things, if I were the boss, I'm afraid I wouldn't be at ease to let a child watch it all day. ”

Mogan glanced at Frank's frozen expression for a moment, then continued.

"Changing clothes is to hide the traces of sand, it's tiring to stay up late, you can't stand on the beach all the time. Trying to make up for what I said about 'impatient', you immediately argued that you were an inexperienced brother. But if I were you, obviously wouldn't reveal exactly the right information, but would go according to your own familiar ideas, so you have siblings, but not brothers......"

Seeing that the other party observed for a while, casually said a few words, and was about to clean up what breakfast he had today, Frank reacted for a while, and suddenly found the contradictions and differences between what he saw and heard today and yesterday.

"Why are you talking so much today?"

In the eyes of this "Frank", Mogan yesterday and today are almost like two people.

It's all scary, but it's not quite the same.

Mogan habitually knocked on the table, feeling the same feel as yesterday.

This is exactly the same stall he visited yesterday, only the people guarding the stall are different.

But seeing through this so-called Frank is just helping people look at the stalls, and it can't be completely tricky to change shifts later.

After all, there were no unspoken clues, and many additional details he saw, and Mogan couldn't be sure of all his guesses.

For example, this young man with a pseudonym obviously carried something on his shoulders to make wrinkled marks, which is incompatible with other well-groomed places;

Another example is the act of rubbing your eyes twice, not only is you sleepy, but it may also be that you have been on the beach for too long, and you subconsciously feel that there is sand in your eyes.

There are so many possibilities in the world, and Mogan wants to integrate them just to come up with clues that will benefit him.

He is very good at reading people and rarely makes mistakes. The most likely mistake is nothing more than not seeing enough and informing too little.

On the other hand, he is usually more adept at concealment, and his outright inferences are never just for show-off.

"Your boss has a keen sense of smell and knows a lot of things." Mogan smiled, "Since you said your name is Frank, then I'll call you Frank too." Little Mr. Frank, did you go to see the pirates firing the guns last night? ”

Frank was speechless.

"I don't embarrass you, just some convenient answers - what information your boss wants, what information I want now."