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On one side of the hall, under the crystal shelves, there were magic books, scrolls, and various notes, including some notes, but Edward only glanced at them twice, and shook his head slightly disappointed - what was sold publicly, after all, still had to take care of the public's tastes, although there were a few scrolls that seemed to be quite high-level, but after all, they were still biased towards magic.

If you're an Imperial mage, you might still have an appetite for these things. But to Edward, none of this meant anything - when it came to spell-casting theory and magic, Illyria was at least fifty years behind Tumenis.

"It's a Mr. Mage, ah, that's a bit rude. ”

A voice came from behind, and then a round figure squeezed out from behind a row of shelves: "Welcome to our store, in Lower Trunik, at your service...... Ah, what kind of scrolls do you need? Can we customize spell scrolls under seven rings to your exact requirements, or spellcasting materials? We have the finest sulfur powder and ruby powder, which can be used to cast fireball magic to multiply the power of your spells. Ah, but with all due respect, a mage like you really needs some good auxiliary items, come on, come here, our best magic items, and arguably the best things in the entire empire. ”

Edward looked at the guy who might have been the shopkeeper with interest, and although he had grown some beard under his nose, his face didn't seem to be very old, and even had a little trace of freckles. It's very pleasing to look at.

But this guy obviously knows the way of business, and all his words are a little exaggerated, but never excessive, and there are small compliments that make it impossible to find fault with them. In a few words, he had already brought several people into the shelf.

The Imperial's Magic Shop, a little different from Edward's familiar model - not very carefully categorized, when Edward walked into the huge hall that looked like a small opera house. I noticed the rows of shelves arranged in a circular shape. There are all kinds of armor, amulets, rings. Even lampholders, musical instruments and the like, although neatly arranged. But there are no special limits. It's just that it can be roughly seen that the things in the outer ring are relatively cheap, and the more you go to the center, the more expensive they are.

But in terms of variety, there is undoubtedly quite an advantage here.

Although there is a mage guild in Illyria, the management of mages is still mostly in the form of employment of the great nobles. There is no formal form of the magic academy, and high-level mages as a backing. However, this does not affect the diversity of magical items in the store - the empire is vast, densely populated, and has experienced wars. There are a lot of civilizations that have been destroyed, and the remnants of the monuments of these civilizations are scattered all over the place, and their own adventurers have scavenged back all kinds of ancient magic items, so the things bought and sold here, although they are not as good as the quantity, but they are more varied, and there are many things that have little effect on magic cultivation or combat, because they are not commonly used, and many methods of making zuò have been lost. On the contrary, it has become a very favorite collection of aristocrats.

Of course, there's still something like a magic shop here - it's flashy. After all, it's hard to stock up on good things in a store - but it's enough to stop two out of three buyers.

Miss Lisa used up the two hourglass scales after walking two shelves, and there was no way, some less expensive, but very ingenious little ornaments, and so on, which always could murder the girl's time—it often took a long time to decide what to choose, and although she didn't need to pay for these things in the first place, the half-elves were happy to bargain with the fellow who followed them, enjoying the pearls that she could only appreciate.

However, to Edward's surprise, Elena was also involved in this 'battle', and although she seemed a little difficult to interject, she still stubbornly made complaints such as 'too expensive'.

Although it is likely to be cracked by the chubby shopkeeper with a word.

Woman......

Edward couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Of course, bargaining, but not necessarily buying, this is the principle of female shopping, so when they walk half a circle, they only choose three things.

The half-elf was holding an elegant-looking but ordinary blue feather cape. With just one command, the cloak transforms into a pair of giant wings that allow the wearer to fly. Lisa, the little girl, loves it very much. However, to Edward, it was flashy - it seemed to be similar to flying, but it was more limited by the power of the wind, and if someone used a wind-making technique to make a whirlwind, the fragile cloth that had only been strengthened by magic could easily be torn apart.

However, he didn't arouse the little girl's interest, after all, this girl had made a lot of efforts before, if it wasn't for her, she would have died three or four times, so she should say something about it.

Then, Edward's choice was more practical—an old and jet-black lyre with some peeling lacquer. But in his eyes, it has a good luster.

In fact, this instrument called the civil lyre is indeed very useful, and it is said that with one song played, every hourglass time, something can be built...... The equivalent of six days of work by a hundred people - of course, usually limited to simple things like pits, tunnels, trenches, etc. The only drawback is that the person who uses it has to be a good musician, and it is said that if the player is very good, he can even use it to build a stone house, but if the twist is wrong, the building will be terminated immediately, and it will be used after ten days.

As for the third one......

Edward's gaze shifted slightly, landing on a pedestal near the center of the hall, where a solitary ring stood. The ring is cast in white gold with a faint gold rim and runes engraved on it.

And in Edward's eyes, the flickering luster of the overlapping magic arrays was extremely dazzling, and he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart - Edward had seen many more complex compound magic circles than this, but it was extremely rare to be able to imprint on such a small thing.

"What a vision you have, this is a true treasure, Your Excellency. The fat merchant was obviously well-trained, and a change in the guest's expression allowed him to guess something: "This is a secret treasure found in an ancient ruin, the work of an arcane master named Gelt in the Year of Magic. It's called Reversal of Wrath. It can return any spell that attacks you to the villains who use them!"

So Edward reached out and picked it up.

Protective magic. There is an extremely clever spell that can form a powerful force field around the caster, reflecting a direct attack of magic. And this ring seems to be a constant version of it, not only a strong shield to defend itself, but also a weapon of surprise attack. Although there should be a limit to this spell. It's not 'any'. But it's also one of the rumored high-grade magic items.

However, Edward didn't just look at it for magical protection.

"For you...... Will you accept it?" he said, then gently took Elena's hand and placed the ring on the woman's slender finger......

Ring finger.

It's a beautiful outfit - although Elena is not wearing that armor today, she simply dresses herself with a hooded robe and knight's attire, and her blonde hair is simply tied in a bunch.

But even so, it can't hide that natural beauty. Especially when the white gold shimmered with a little magic, flickering on that slender white ring finger......

It's beautiful.

It's a pity. There was no such etiquette in this world, so there was only a little surprise, a little doubt, and finally, some shyness that was not sufficient.

Or, even more pity...... There was no rejection of his strange move, but there was also no most important sentence, 'I do'.

......

......

Actually, there might have been—but just as Edward was ready to wait patiently for the recipient to speak. That noisy voice will be over all the time.

"Ahem...... Then Lord Mage, look. Do we need more?" This kind of high-level magic prop is expensive, and every purchase and sale will increase the wealth to a higher level. So the fat merchant smiled like a chrysanthemum bloomed on his face, rubbing his hands diligently, trying to find some luck.

But it seemed, or perhaps the goddess luck who had just flown down, was pushed back by his inappropriate noise—and some of the disillusioned psychic warlocks immediately changed their attitude. "One hundred and sixty-seven thousand gold coins. ”

"Huh? this ...... I'm sorry, Your Excellency, what did you say?" In the blink of an eye, a cold sweat slipped down the fat forehead. The other party's short words were like a sledgehammer, knocking over his joy and throwing it all over the ground.

"I said, "Three pieces of gold are 167,000 gold coins." ”

"This ...... This ......"

The poor fat immediately turned blue - not that the price was too low...... Actually, this value should be a little higher. than the cost.

But it's only a little higher than the capital, which means that he can only earn a little bit of hard-earned money in this transaction......

But it's impossible. How could he have known the original price of these things?

Fat was almost wailing in his heart...... So after a pause, he asked again reluctantly.

Of course, this effort only pushes it into the abyss more explicitly: "Fifty-four thousand gold coins for the Flying Wings, thirteen thousand gold coins for the civil lyre lyre, and then the spell reversal ring, ninety-eight thousand gold coins, the rest is your workmanship, the cloak is a newly made thing, and the remaining two pieces have been two years and a year and a half since you took them in, and someone will handle them for you, which is already considered lucky, right?"

"This ......"

Tronik, the fat businessman, opened his mouth, as if he wanted to refute something, but looking at those eyes, he didn't seem to be able to say anything, and even a chill rose in his heart.

"To sell or not to sell?"

Edward sneered.

He knew what the other party was afraid of, and the magic circle arranged in this shop seemed to cost a lot, and the effect was good...... The half-toned mage apprentice can't say exactly what it does, but it doesn't seem to affect some of the smaller buff-type spells, such as reading spells, but it has a sticky feeling that may limit the ability of the guy trying to attack.

But it doesn't seem to be resistant to psychic abilities.

Of course, this spiritual shock could not last long, so he had to give the poor fellow a little more sweetness before then, so that his mind would not return here.

"Can you repair the armor here?"

"Of course, we have the best blacksmith masters in all of Illyria, and a core team of three dwarven masters. No matter what armor we have...... Belch. This, this is Mithril......?"

It seemed that the ploy had worked—the bloodied shopkeeper swallowed as he watched the man take out a gleaming silver piece of chain mail from his black robe. Reflexively answered a string of answers. However, he carefully reached out and stroked the soft surface, and the fat expression changed from surprise to embarrassment: "This...... Your Excellency, we can fix it. But I'm afraid it will take at least ten days in terms of time. And the price may need to be very high. ”

"How tall?"

"There are no two hundred thousand gold coins. I'm afraid it's going to be difficult, and besides, there are some problems with the raw materials......"

Edward frowned, as a blacksmith, even if he didn't use his psychic abilities, he knew very well that this guy didn't raise the price much this time.

Although it is repaired and not recast...... It only took the hole the size of a human head to be filled, but the chain mail was actually far more troublesome than any armor - the metal had to be looped and worn one by one. Then fill the gap in the ring and turn it into a complete iron ring. It's all time-consuming. It often takes twelve or thirteen people to work together to create a pair of chain mail in a day.

Of course, this did not prevent chain mail from becoming the most popular standard equipment, because it did not require much skill to make zuò, and ordinary farmers could start making zuò after half a day of training, and when he was in Poplar Town, Edward would usually assign this job to the hands of civilians. If 100 people cooperate, it is not a problem to produce more than a dozen pieces a day.

Just swapped out for a magic item. It's a troublesome thing to die, especially since this is still an enchanted Mithril chain mail, and Mithril is naturally used to repair it, but the price of Mithril is ...... In addition, the caster needed to redraw the circle - this is a six-ring priest circle, and if you want to repair it completely and reenchant, you must at least be an officiant-level character.

Edward rubbed his brow.

The defense of this chain mail is quite good, and it is extremely light, it can be regarded as a life-saving thing, and the most important thing is the underwear that Elena gave him, which has a very different meaning - if he can, he naturally wants to return to Romandy to repair it, and the people over there are familiar with it, just in his own face, he can at least invite a priest, Mithril and something like that, and discuss it with the ** master, and there will be some discounts.

But the problem is that when he gets there, there is no Kai for him to blackmail and pay him......

"What if it's just repairing and carving the circle, but not enchanting it?"

"The price can be about half cheaper, but I'm afraid the time is about the same, Your Excellency, you know, the enchantment doesn't take much time, it's only about a day. Fat has now given up the idea of playing tricks with the person in front of him, although he is depressed, but he answers very happily.

That's at least nine days.

Edward groaned.

Nine days was a bit too slow for him - although according to his plan, he should stay here for a while, but as the master of those sources of power, or runes, he must have a certain amount of risk, not to mention, even that Tiberius is very likely to make a plot after the transaction is completed, so he must act quickly......

"Please forgive?"

A sudden, gentle voice made Edward turn his head, and then notice several figures not far away, and a person standing in front of him—he must be squeezing...... No, during the discussion, some of the guests who came in seemed to be very polite and stayed on the sidelines, but for some reason, they suddenly came up to talk at this time.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a half-white head and meticulously dressed, with a short beard neatly trimmed. He looks quite magnanimous, like an official or a housekeeper who serves the family.

"It's a bit of a faux pas. He bowed slightly, smiled and said, "But the head of the family also has some interest in this thing, so I want to ask, if you can, can you cut your love?"

Edward frowned, the feeling of this ordinary person in front of him was not simple-he seemed to be very friendly, but in his gentle tone, there was a kind of harshness and irrefutable condescension...... This kind of taste is a rare thing that has been cultivated at the top of the food chain in the aristocratic circle for a long time.

As for the head of the house in his mouth......

The Psychic Warlock narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing the smiling nobleman in the distance,

A refined aristocrat.

That figure seems to easily give people such an impression.

Though he was now wearing no more than a simple robe, the material shimmered slightly, as if it were silk made of some kind of spider silk, which was very rare, expensive and well-cut, and correspondingly he stood there, as if his every move had been carefully choreographed, like the nobles of a hundred years ago who had stepped down from the ancient scrolls, and with a peculiar rhythm to stand merely standing, inadvertently showing his supremacy.

But before Edward could see the man clearly, his heart jerked.

It was a strange feeling, a sudden tense and then a relaxation - something like a shiver, but on a spiritual level.

Spiritual Dimension?(To be continued......)

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