Elf Warlock

"Yang Qiu, you are just too smart and always forget the etiquette. You should be more careful in the future." The old woman said.

Yang Qiu nodded and left the house.

"The spirit of time, that's what it is."

"In the long river of time, it brought my consciousness back to thousands of years ago."

The caravan arrived at the same time as in memory.

The originally peaceful village suddenly became lively.

One by one, the bulls came slowly, carrying goods and people.

Beside them, the strange little bugs lingered around them.

These buffaloes, either carrying goods or pulling carriages, formed the main body of the caravan.

In addition to this, there are many mortals guarding the side.

"The caravan is coming!"

"I don't know if I can be taken away in a few years."

"These immortal masters are so powerful, they can actually make so many powerful people obey their orders."

"I hope I can sell it at a good price this time. I will rely on it this year. I will be satisfied if I can have a spiritual stone."

The villagers set up a temporary stall at the entrance of the village, and Yang Qiu dragged a cart of herbs.

Some of these people were from the village, while others came from other villages, and they all brought some goods with them.

It is true that wherever there are people, there is competition.

Yang Qiu naturally knew what would happen next, and he secretly observed places that he had not noticed before.

This caravan is the caravan of the second lady of the Situ Ben family. It is a relatively small caravan and is used as a training caravan for the second lady.

For Yang Qiu, this is not good news, but also a lot of bad news.

In his last life, he followed the eldest lady, and relying on his knowledge, he was able to prosper.

However, he ended up with a broken leg, and it took him ten years to recover.

"Hey, how do you sell this cart of herbs?" Soon someone came over to ask the price.

"Two spiritual stones." Yang Qiu said.

"Two pieces? You might as well go and grab it!" The person's eyes suddenly widened and he said angrily.

"If you don't want to sell it, don't come." Yang Qiu said quietly.

"Huh!" The man walked away with a puff of his sleeves.

If you sell it, you won't be able to enter the caravan, so Yang Qiu angrily walked away from several people who came to buy it.

Until the evening, Yang Qiu had not sold any. On the contrary, the villagers had basically sold out.

After all, the caravan has many people and needs many things.

At first, the people from other villages were sarcastic and sarcastic, but later they became absolutely boring and ignored him.

The people in this village asked Yang Qiu to lower the price, otherwise they wouldn't be able to sell it.

Yang Qiu ignored it.

For three days in a row, Yang Qiu didn't sell anything, but he was unusually calm.

At dusk on the third day, Yang Qiu's grandfather arrived belatedly.

Yang Qiu knew that the opportunity had come.

"You, you, have fallen in the eyes of money?"

The old man kept shaking his head and sighing.

Yang Qiu scratched his head and said: "I just want to sell more spirit stones, so that I can recoup my costs and honor my grandpa and grandma at the same time. No matter how hard I think of it, I can't sell it at all."

His voice was a little anxious, with a hint of crying.

Hearing this, the old man who came with grandpa nodded, seeming to be moved by Yang Qiu's thoughts.

"Grandpa, how about I go with the caravan? We can still sell it when we get to the next village!"

"Follow the caravan? Do you think you can just follow me?" Grandpa Yang Qiu pretended to be angry.

Yang Qiu said matter-of-factly: "Then what happened to those mortals? My surname is Situ too!"

"Those are all servants. Do you think you can enter my family casually?"

"Ah? What should we do?" Yang Qiu opened his mouth wide and stood there blankly.

"Ugh"

An old man and a young man were acting. The old man next to him shook his head and said, "I understand, there is no need to act anymore."

Then, Yang Qiu's grandfather continued walking with the man, muttering, and Yang Qiu didn't know what they said.

But in the end, he could see clearly the spiritual stone that grandpa took out.

Finally, Yang Qiu also left with the caravan at night.

The caravan has many things to do, consumes a lot of living materials, and also consumes dangerous things.

These mortals are the cheapest servants. Whenever a caravan passes through a village, they will usually select some powerful mortals.

In this world, strength is valued, and mortal life is cheap. It is true that it can even be said that it is just a material that can talk and move.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'm leaving, you should take care of yourself!"

After bidding farewell to the two elders, Yang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, finally making no mistakes.

He didn't want to see two old people still caring about them in their twilight years.

If the village chief takes action, he will naturally be able to capture it.

"Thank you, sir. Sir, I will bring that boy." The old village chief said happily after being entrusted by others.

The Situ family who managed the servants in the caravan waved their hands and said: "No need, just let him report to Li Qing. I'm very busy."

A cultivator has no interest in meeting a mortal across from him.

Li Qing lost interest as soon as he saw it, especially Yang Qiu's deep eyes made him a little disgusted.

But after all, his surname was Situ, and it was hard to show off that he was a servant butler with a foreign surname.

After a quick check that Yang Qiu had no spiritual energy fluctuations, he waved Yang Qiu to go alone.

"What's your name?" the old man, who was considered a new manager, asked.

"Situ Yangqiu." Yang Qiu said calmly.

"Situ?" The old servant looked back and frowned slightly.

He stared at Yang Qiu for a while, and was a little surprised to see Yang Qiu's calm look.

Logically speaking, a fifteen-year-old boy should not be so calm.

"Family separation? It's the same thing. Anyway, you just have to take care of yourself. I didn't remind you, don't use your last name randomly."

"Yeah, I know. I still have a truckload of herbs, and I don't want to have more contact with other people." Yang Qiu said.

"Huh, just know how much you weigh."

This old servant has some relationship with Li Qing, and he is the housekeeper of that surname.

Yang Qiu was assigned manual labor to help unload and load goods.

Even though Yang Qiu is just a mortal at this time, he is also born with divine power, so it is easy to move these things.

However, Yang Qiu still pretended to be out of breath.

If he lives another life, he won't make the same mistake again.

In this life, he wants to return all those people!

Not far away, several servants took the opportunity to be lazy and sat around.

Several people's eyes were focused on the newcomer Yang Qiu.

"Brother Dong, there's a new guy here. Look, he's bringing some private goods with him. That's a cart full of medicinal herbs!"

A thinner servant said excitedly.

Exploiting newcomers is a normal phenomenon everywhere.

Brother Dong squatted on the ground and narrowed his eyes: "There should be a spiritual stone, thin man, go and find out."

Compared to the others, this Dong brother is tall and muscular.

In this world where strength is the most important thing, a martial artist among mortals cannot stand on the stage at all. He can become a small leader only because he is stronger and, of course, has some brains.

The thin man nodded and walked to Yang Qiu under the gaze of several people.

"Brother, where did you come from? From now on, we will work together. You need to take more care of me. Just call me Brother Slim." A smile appeared on the face of the thin man, but his face without much flesh looked a bit wretched.

Yang Qiu glanced at him and said quietly: "Get out!"