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In addition, a wooden scroll model is hung on both sides of the door, and some spell nodes and magic lines are also randomly depicted on it, so that people can see that this is a spell scroll at a glance.

"Well, yes, whether you can read or not, you all know that I sell spell scrolls."

Mo Lan said, then walked into the store, took out two wooden display boards and stood at the door.

"Collect monster leather and blood!"

"Receive Warcraft extraordinary core or spell model, the price is negotiable!"

After setting it up, Mo Lan walked into the store and was greeted by ten booths.

There are two rows of booths in total, and the innermost booths of the two rows have fireball spell scrolls and wind blade spell scrolls respectively.

The scroll unfolds, and a wave of magic power ripples out. If it is a professional, then as soon as it comes in, it can be perceived, so as to determine that this is a magic scroll.

The price is written on the front of the spell scroll.

"36 Silver Nass!"

"Zou Peng, are you sure that the market price of spell scrolls is ten to one hundred silver nas?"

"Well, yes, fireball and wind blade can only be counted as first-level spells, and the upper limit of the value of first-level spells is basically one gold.

And your fireball technique is barely acceptable in the first-level spell, but the wind blade technique can only be regarded as relatively poor.

Judging from the usual market conditions, 36 Silver Nass is a relatively high price for either Fireball or Wind Blade. "

Zou Peng asked with some doubts.

"Why do you set it so high? That way your sales won't be too good."

"It's okay, I just set it to be more expensive, it's too cheap and too many people buy it, I can't supply it, and I don't want to supply it.

36 Silver Nass is just enough to dissuade most people, but a small number of people who really want spell scrolls, as long as it is true as you said, if there are few spell scrolls in the market, then people will naturally buy them at a high price. "

Mo Lan narrowed her eyes and said.

"And here is the Red Maple City, the Red Maple City of the nobles, and the Red Maple City with a large number of strong people.

Until I have enough strength... It's better not to hit the market and get rich. "

"Uh, well, it's real."

"Okay, the opening is over, what should I do? It is estimated that there will be no guests in a short time."

"What? Is this the end?"

Ding Jin stared at Mo Lan with wide eyes.

"Or else?"

"Let's not talk about setting up a three-day running water table, setting off fireworks and firecrackers, etc., there must be publicity, right?"

Mo Lan was a little dumbfounded when she heard the words.

"To protect the environment, fireworks and firecrackers are strictly prohibited in the city. As for propaganda, I have done it again, and you will know in a few days.

For the target group, absolutely free and efficient! "

Mo Lan said with a smile.

"Aren't you with us these days, when did you do the publicity?"

Several people looked at Mo Lan suspiciously, and just when Mo Lan was going to sell out, a group of people suddenly walked in.

Mo Lan and the others looked over at once, Ding Jin and the others shrank when they saw the person coming, and immediately went to look for weapons, but Mo Lan stopped them.

"It's okay, not the enemy."

Mo Lan greeted her with a smile.

"Why do you have time to come to my shop?"

"Hehehe, you opened a shop to show off, but I didn't expect you to be a painter."

Knife Scar said with a grim smile, it was Knife Scar and Barbarian Ox who came here.

"Now, on behalf of the Black Crow Gang, I invite you to join, as long as you join, and as long as you take out some spell scrolls every month, you will immediately become the deputy gang leader's status and treatment."

Mo Lan smiled and shook her head, but said nothing.

Scar understood what Mo Lan meant when he saw this. He didn't ask any further questions. He ignored the blank booth and went directly to the two innermost booths. Spell Scroll, smiled.

"Your price is wrong. It's not easy to sell at such a high price."

"Drawing is difficult and expensive, so it barely costs money, and labor costs can't be earned.

What can I do if I can't sell it, I can only hope that someone is in a hurry to buy a few and barely make ends meet. "

Mo Lan said bitterly.

"As long as you join our Black Crow Gang, we will provide you with animal skins every day, as long as you can continue to draw, as long as you can succeed in one, even if you waste a hundred animal skins, it doesn't matter if you have two hundred animal skins. think about it?"

Scar narrowed his eyes and said.

"Think about it, think about it."

Mo Lan dealt with it casually, and Scar continued to read the spell scroll when he saw this.

"Wind Blade Art, if I remember correctly, there are only a dozen spell nodes, right?

There are at least 20 fireball techniques, which are more difficult and higher-level than wind blade techniques. Why is the price of wind blade techniques the same as fireball techniques? "

"Of course, there is something to be said about it. The wind blade technique is a one-line attack, and the cutting is relatively strong, while the fireball technique is a one-sided attack with a relatively large range.

Of course, the fireball technique is also a little more powerful than the wind blade technique, but the fireball technique is fire.

What is the most around our Red Maple City?Forest mountains, can fire be used in that environment?

Even if someone desperately uses the fireball technique, the loud noise of the explosion may attract powerful monsters.

The wind blade technique is different. It has almost no sound and no flames. The damage to a single unit is basically the same as the fireball technique. Not to mention the wild, it can be used even in the city. "

Mo Lan's fingers tapped on the scroll of Wind Blade Art.

"It's worth the price."

"It makes sense, then I bought these two scrolls, Serge, pay."

After Scar finished speaking, he smiled grimly at Mo Lan and stretched out his hand.

"Pleasant to work with."

The two shook hands, looked at each other, and said in unison.

Mo Lan watched Scar take the people away, and Ding Jin next to him asked.

"Who are these people? This scar is very strong, and it doesn't look like a good stubble."

Mo Lan looked at the empty showcase, and instead of taking out the spell scroll, she put two prepared signs on it.

"There is a limit of one purchase per day. It is sold out today. Please buy again tomorrow."

"Intermediary and property management, I rented my house from him, and they helped decorate it and were responsible for solving various problems. They are not bad people, but they just rely on viciousness to eat."

Mo Lan shrugged.

"Of course, none of them are good people."

"Oh, by the way, the three of us are going out of town today, and we're going to find a place to try exercising. Are you going?"

Mo Lan pondered for a moment and then shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't go, you remember to come back in five days, there is something."

"Haha, what are you thinking? We have food and a bed to sleep here. Why stay in the wild? We will come back every day."

As Zou Peng spoke, he also patted Al on the shoulder next to him.

Chapter 43 Auction

After five days.

"Let's go, pack up today, brother will take you to meet the world."

Early in the morning, Mo Lan went online and finished breakfast, wiping her mouth and said.

"Seeing the world? Well, you said it five days ago, and it took five days to sell it. What the hell is going on? It's time to talk about it now?"

"Hey, an auction."

"auctions?"

"Correct."

Mo Lan took out four wooden plaques with a series of numbers written on them.

107.

Mo Lan gave them the wooden sign, took the sign of 110, and walked directly outside.

"Al, I'm going out, look at the store, remember what I said?

If someone grabs the spell scroll, then you let them grab it, and you just need to pay attention to your own safety.

And if someone wants to go to the second floor, don't be polite, go directly to the storage room, and put all the spell scrolls in it facing him.

Don't worry, those are not worth the money, just use them. "

"Okay, sir."

Al responded while cleaning the booth.

After speaking, Mo Lan led the three of them directly to the adventurer's guild. Within 2 minutes, they arrived at the back door of the adventurer's guild. After showing the wooden sign, they were led to a room on the second floor.

This room is very big, it is a staircase-shaped room, the top of the staircase is the second floor, and the auction table at the bottom of the staircase is on the first floor.

This ladder spanning two floors is fan-shaped, with the auction table at the center. The further down you go, the fewer seats there are, and there are only six seats in the first row at the bottom.

"Come on, let's go over, in the fourth row."

Mo Lan looked at the number on the back of the seat. The number of his four wooden plaques was in the fourth row.

Mo Lan sat in a chair and waited quietly for the auction to start.

On the other hand, Zou Peng, Zhang Haobo, and Ding Jin were quietly looking at the auction venue, with some curiosity in their eyes, as they had never seen the world.

And Mo Lan.......is the same.

"It's the first time in my life that a girl with yellow flowers is on the sedan chair."

With the passage of time, the number of people in the venue gradually increased.

Mo Lan could feel a suffocating aura from most of the people who came, and the feeling from his spiritual power told him that most of these people were transferees, and none of them were good.

However, in addition to this, there was also a man dressed in luxurious clothes, with an elegant temperament and a noble face, who walked in, talked like no one else, and then sat directly at the front.

noble!

Mo Lan confirmed their identities at first sight.

At this time, Mo Lan looked at him suspiciously.

"Huh? Why does that person look like Yu Jinan?"

"That's Yu Jinan."

Zou Peng also glanced at it and said aloud, and Ding Jin also glanced at it, but after seeing it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately lowered his head.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Isn't it Yu Jinan? Are you afraid he will recognize you?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of Yu Jinan, it's that I'm afraid of the nobleman that Yu Jinan follows.

That is the one who robbed the civilian girl on the street before. I beat him so badly that if he saw me, he would definitely blow up! "

Mo Lan said.

"It doesn't matter, isn't it the son of a nobleman? I was afraid?"

"His father is a trusted confidant of the city lord, controls the city guards, and speaks the truth in Hongfeng City."

Hearing this, Mo Lan's face did not change at all, but his right hand silently pressed Ding Jin's head down, blinking his eyes.

"I'm not afraid of him. I feel that we should do as the locals do, and we should maintain the most basic respect in the face of noble noble masters."