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"If a team like yours wants to spend the night here, it will cost at least 5 gold coins!" said the little mage, who was less than 20 years old, wearing a red junior magic robe and a magic hat printed with a star and moon pattern, and his head and arms were raised and his toes were not at all like an ordinary junior mage.

He shook his head as he spoke, letting the tall pointed magic hat on his head dangle, while deliberately waving the small magic wand in his hand to show his unique identity as a mage, and then said: "It's not peaceful here, there are often jackal activities, if there are jackals who come to harass at night, I, as the plenipotentiary agent of Baron Haril, have the right to ask you to also participate in the defense or pursuit." This is also the decree that we in the Principality of Hereford have issued to deal with these robbers! ”

Preg pretended to listen carefully, and scolded this boy who didn't have any hair in his heart for dozens of times: "Milky guy! If it weren't for the fact that you are the baron's nephew, with your rotten foundation in the second-order arcane, Lao Tzu would have asked someone to repair and repair you! And dangled a broken stick in front of me, do you think I don't know that this is a wand with a magic bullet? Lao Tzu sells more than you have ever used! Hmph! You want to blackmail me with a gnoll? No way! Luckily, I got some news from Tivedes first, otherwise I would have been blinded by you. ”

With a smile on his face, he folded his hands very respectfully and said, "Then our caravan will spend the night outside the city today." ”

The young mage's face froze, what was the matter? This guy wasn't even frightened? How could he be a little more self-defeating? He frowned and said unhappily, "It's hard for us to guarantee your safety when you're outside!"

Preg hurriedly interjected: "My lord, I am a devout believer, I believe in the goddess of luck Tamora, and I firmly believe that no matter when and where, the goddess will never leave to protect me and my team." You know, God is trustworthy. ”

The young mage was a little annoyed, but couldn't find a word to refute it. He said in a loud and angry voice: "But spending the night outside the city, we still have to bear the responsibility of protecting you, and since you are outside the city, we need to add additional manpower, so you must pay 7 gold coins for protection, which is also a decree issued by the king!"

Preg pretended to be stunned, and scolded this guy again in his heart. The Duchy of Hereford, however, issued a decree that the lords inside the castle were obliged to assist merchants or allies outside the castle against bandits, but it did not mention whether there was a fee, and of course basically all lords would add a fee. But this is the first time that Preg has encountered such a thing as today, which is the threat of not saving at all. But then again, who knew that the "kind assistance" of the lords in the past would be true?

Preg knew that if he bumped into this kind of "quasi-aristocracy", he would definitely not be able to fight, and it was inevitable that he would be slaughtered, so he said with a straight face: "A small team like ours can only engage in some small business, and business is not good these days, and we don't have enough spare money to carry with us." So let's do it first, let's pay 3 gold in advance, and if the gnolls attack tonight and your soldiers help us get rid of them, we'll pay another 4 gold tomorrow. As soon as he finished speaking, he stared straight at the young mage.

The mage also stared at Pregg, an annoyed stare.

Didn't move for a while.

The atmosphere was a little tense.

"Is this how the protection money is paid?" the young mage suppressed his anger and turned back to the two soldiers beside him, "Have you ever seen this kind of payment before?"

The two soldiers immediately straightened their chests and replied in unison: "No! Your Excellency Grimm**, we have never heard of this method of payment!"

The mage nodded, seemingly satisfied with the words "Your Excellency", turned to Preg and said, "So if you go out of the city, please pay 7 gold coins first!" With a hideous smile on his face, he ordered to the soldiers beside him: "Go, tell the soldiers guarding the door of my decision." After speaking, he looked at Preg with a stiff expression on a relaxed face.

The soldier ran away, and Preg froze for a long time, and finally gave in, he had seen many unreasonable nobles, and knew when he should give in. Obviously, today's mage is self-sufficient.

A flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said to the young mage, "I think it's safer to live in the city, and you don't have to worry about us in the middle of the night. As he spoke, he took out a few gold coins, counted out five very carefully, and slowly handed them to the young mage named Grimm.

The mage and his attendant guards went away contentedly, and Preg lamented, suddenly realizing how boring his life was. Look at the people you deal with every day - unreasonable robbers and aristocrats, powerful mages and tycoons, difficult customers and rivals, well, your own unscrupulous men!

He glanced back at the men who were hiding in the distance, they were so afraid of the nobles and officials that they were still far away, and they were all hiding behind the carriages and tents, and they were all looking this way. Looking at that look of fear, Preg only felt that his face was completely damn lost by this group of waste!

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly had a nameless fire, and I thought that I really wanted to take these guys to see the big scene, and if this continued, the caravan would always be on the verge of survival and destruction, and he would never be able to become a real rich man!

"Termora bless. He put his hand on his chest and muttered a prayer.

Yes, in this world, only the goddess Taimora is his only reliance.

The cool breeze of the night blew across the caravan's small tents, making a whirring sound.

Praeg finished his prayer to Goddess Tymora and emerged from his small tent.

The campfires lit by the caravans were crowded with their fellows, who had brought some bad liquor from the soldiers of the town, and were drunk playing cards and making noise. A couple of drunk guys actually fell asleep on the spot.

The cool breeze blew on Pregg's face, making his heart a little gloomy: "Maybe I should be like them, find something every day to anesthetize myself, at least I don't have to think about so many upset things." He looked up at the stars in the sky, and suddenly there was a lot of emotion in his heart. Yes, life is much better now than it was when I was a mercenary soldier in the past, but why do I always feel bound by something? Maybe in this world, except for those big nobles, rich people, and high-ranking mages who can freely choose their own lives, other people, including themselves and their own buddies and even the little mage who has to be greedy for money, they are all pawns of fate, bound and thrown around by different interests, but it is difficult to break free.

He was thinking wildly when he suddenly saw three men come out of the "little castle" of the baron opposite, the people on either side seemed to be guards, and the middle of them seemed to be wearing a robe, but he could not see clearly in the dim light of the town.

"It can't be that mage coming again!" Preg panicked, "Isn't five gold coins enough? ”

He cautiously hid behind a carriage and peered quietly through the gap.

Several people approached.

"Not the mage. Preg sighed, calming down.

The man in the middle didn't wear a magic hat, he only had short hair, and he was tall, broad-shouldered, thick-chested, and had a strong and slender figure like a warrior, more than a head taller than the two guards around him. It wasn't at all comparable to that skinny junior mage. However, the man was also wearing a dark blue knee-length robe that represented the caster's identity, and the sleeves and hem of the robe were embroidered with simple green symbols, which were made up of a thick line or two thick lines arranged in parallel, and these thick lines also emitted a beautiful emerald green fluorescence, which stood out in the night.

As they approached, the face of the man in the middle was clearly visible in the light of the flickering bonfire.

He has short black hair, a delicate face, and looks less than thirty years old, but his demeanor is quite old, and he seems to be a very stable person, which makes people involuntarily feel reassured. His eyes were a translucent blue-green, like a sparkling tropical ocean, hidden with infinite vitality, and what was especially memorable was that the depths of those eyes were even more transparent with a crystal blue flame, which seemed to have a kind of intimate light, and seemed to have a hint of majesty, which was very unusual.

And on his feet he wore fine black leather shoes.

When Preg saw the shoes, his heart lit up, this man might be a rich man! The kind of shoes he wore were warm and breathable, and they could not be made in this poor country, and could only be bought for a small sum of money in a medium-sized city.

As the three of them approached the caravan's quarters, the man in the middle suddenly looked into the caravan, seemed to be somewhat interested in the caravan's goods, and then they walked straight to Pregg's side. Preg immediately got out of the back of the carriage and met him. He didn't want those drunken guys to mess up a potential deal.

Preg opened his arms and greeted the three of them very generously, and his face was full of professional smiles: "Distinguished guest, what do you want to see? This is my caravan, if you like something, just sue us." I've got good and cheap goods!" he said, turning to a wooden crate, "This is the cheapest parchment on the market right now, but don't think it's of poor quality, the spell scrolls made from this paper are as durable as any other paper." The only drawback is that it can't withstand vigorous tearing, but who would tear their own scrolls? When you're going to have a field battle, you'll definitely need some magic scrolls in case you need them, and it's cheaper and safer to make your own scrolls than to buy scrolls of unknown origin. And now you have one of those opportunities. ”

He guessed that the tall spellcaster in front of him might be the druid named "Donghez" mentioned by Tivedes, although he wanted to use an honorific title exclusive to the druid, but this marginal profession had long been lost in the history of human civilization on this continent. Preg himself had not read a few books, and was not interested in history, so it was impossible for him to know anything about the history of the druids. After holding back for a long time, I had to use the most ordinary sentence "distinguished guest" to call it.

However, the information provided by Tivedus helped him a lot, at least he knew that the dark blue-robed druid had a higher level of spelling and might be in a battle to rid the gnolls in the near future. Most druids prefer to be alone, preferring to make their own necessary spell items, rather than spending a lot of manpower, material resources and money to make a bunch of expensive and bizarre magical equipment to wear on their bodies, as mid and high-level mages do.

The younger-looking druid smiled and replied in a very standard lingua franca, "Oh, I'm just looking." But can you open the box in that car and let me see what's inside?" he said, raising his hand, pointing to a large wooden crate nailed to a large cart next to him.

Pregg's heart tightened, the wooden box happened to contain the statue of the goddess of pleasure that he had obtained from the thief in Dicarloma City, and the guy in Kokuta said that it was blessed with divine magic, and he was just a low-level warrior, where could he see this thing. And generally these magic techniques are relatively low-level things, far less valuable than the silver statue itself.

But druids know magic! And their abilities and spell casting methods are somewhat similar to those of priests.

In his dealings with priests, Preg learned that in the past, many priests despised druids because they did not believe in a god as strongly as priests, and that their power came from nature rather than gods. Although in some sporadic legends, the vast majority of druids choose to worship a god, even if they don't believe in any god, they still have some priest-like abilities. For some cautious priests, this is an utter insult to their faith, and it is completely incomprehensible that a person who is not firm or even unbelieving in God can have similar abilities to himself! For this reason, some priests have even rallied to persecute the druids in their jurisdiction. Fortunately, the druids have now withdrawn from the stage of history, and can only retreat to the barbaric land that civilization cannot reach, and the hostility of the gods and priests towards them has also faded. Otherwise, Pree, who is a staunch believer in Lady Luck, may not be willing to deal with him!

Now, why did this druid not react to the magic potions, parchments, spell materials, etc., next to him, but as soon as he came over, he wanted to look at this box? Could it be that he sensed the magic on the statue of the goddess of pleasure? But what does a guy who deals with wild beasts and shrubs want to do with this all day?

He muttered in his heart, but quickly replied, "Yes, I'll have someone open it for you to see right away." ”

He called out to a few of his fellows, and with a hammer he laboriously opened the large wooden box.

The druid seemed to be in a hurry, and immediately stepped forward and quickly pulled out a box from the chest.

It was the small box containing the statue of Hazel, the goddess of pleasure!

Preg was about to speak, when the young druid was tugging at the small lock on the wooden box and tugging at it a little harder.

With a "click", the small lock was torn off lightly.

When Preg saw it, he immediately frowned. His locks, buckles, and screws were made of black iron, and the wooden box was made of birch, which was as strong as copper and iron. Preg specializes in using it to place some valuables at zero hour. It takes a lot of strength to tear off the whole lock, and a warrior below level 7 can't do this! And this druid, a young spellcaster, actually does it as casually as tearing a few pieces of parchment, this person is really not simple, could it be that he has also worked part-time as a warrior or other martial arts profession?

The goddess of pleasure, with her two palms long and wide, and delicately shaped, was lying in a seductive pose in a box, covered from head to toe with a touching silver soft light in the moonlight. The druid, however, had no interest in the sight, instead closing his eyes and pressing his right hand on the statue, as if concentrating on something.

Preg was half excited and half nervous, seeing that this druid was anxious just now, he seemed to be very concerned about this statue, so would he buy it? If so, should he raise the price a little? But will he be as unreasonable as the mage in front of him? However, I heard that whether it is a mage or a priest, as long as he learns a third-order spell, he can be self-sufficient, and he is generally not as greedy as that little mage. But it's impossible to say, the druid is not a priest after all, if he mixes with wild beasts all day long, where will he have money?

He was secretly thinking to himself, but the druid said in a heavy tone: "I want this thing!How much?"

Preg smiled and said casually, "25 gold coins." ”

The two middle-aged soldiers beside the druid were stunned.

Twenty-five gold coins! That's enough for a farmer for three or four years!

The bearded soldier on the left immediately leaned into the druid's ear and muttered, presumably telling him that this thing was not worth so much money.

The druid listened but did not speak, and he waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. Then he closed his eyes again, and pressed one hand to the statue to sense something.

Preg was a little furious, he hated to see a spellcaster make a very deep appearance in front of him, usually it was some kind of spell or communication with the gods. Warrior-turned-Preg has an instinctive rejection of such strange and incomprehensible things, with the exception of Lady Luck's priest, of course.

After a while, the druid opened his eyes and spoke: "No! This thing is not worth that money! I will give up to 10 gold coins." ”

Pregg's smile was still kind, and he pretended to be relaxed, "How is that possible? I bought this thing for eight gold coins, and brought it here from such a long distance, and the various expenses and risks on the way are very great. At least 20 gold coins!"

The druid shook his head and said, "Don't lie to me, you can't buy this thing for a maximum of 5 gold coins, and it's already very reasonable for me to give you 10." I don't like people lying to me all the time. His eyes also became stern, and he continued: "And if you don't sell it to me and continue to carry this thing yourself, the risk of losing it is even greater." As he spoke, he motioned with his eyes to Preg to look around at a few of the guys.

Preg felt a chill rush up his spine, this abominable spellcaster must have used some kind of prophecy spell just now! If the other party is a businessman, Preg can also think that the other party is pretending to test himself, but the other party is a spellcaster, a person with strange abilities. It is not good to hold on in front of such people. To make matters worse, there were already greedy looks in the eyes of several of the surrounding guys, probably really thinking that this statue was worth 25 gold coins. Now they know that there is such a valuable thing, and it is difficult to protect the thief.

He smiled a little awkwardly and immediately apologized: "Hehe, it's exactly as you said." I sold this statue for 10 gold coins. By the way, do you need anything else?"

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