My Magic Age

The town's free market is built at a cross street, where the two main streets of the town meet and it is also the center of the town. A square was originally planned to be built here, but as the town continued to develop, more and more free traders poured into the town, setting up stalls everywhere in the town to sell their goods. At the beginning, some bigwigs in the shops in the town were worried that these vendors would steal their business, and they always wanted to drive them out. Later, as the town developed, they found that the prosperity of the town was also closely related to these small foreign vendors. They were like living water injected into the town, which revitalized the town's original lifeless state and attracted more and more vendors and buyers. Many people traveled dozens of miles across the wasteland to buy the food and salt they needed for daily life here, and also brought some animal skins and dried meat to sell. Later, the people in the town automatically gave up the square, forming the pattern of today's free market.

In this small town’s free market, I even saw Master Leipas and his attendants in the crowd. My hearing has become very sharp. I can hear Master Leipas say to his attendants from a distance of several dozen meters: “Why, the biggest grain merchant here has never heard of vermicelli?”

“They did say that they had never seen the vermicelli I described, and they had never even heard of it.” An attendant answered.

"Oh, keep asking around, ask more questions, you don't have to find out where it's produced, as long as they can get it, they can sell it to us, tell them we'll exchange it for fine forged iron ingots!"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell old Kuru that we want to buy some vermicelli and send it back to the imperial capital by fast horses to warm up the market in advance. It seems that the secret of this thing is probably mastered by the orcs of the Guludin tribe. If this is the case, it's really hard to deal with! We can eat us up if we only operate this alone. We have to spread the word that we want to buy it at a high price, and then let them fight for it themselves. As long as other orc tribes also have it, the price will not be determined by them."

Their voices became quieter and quieter, and they walked farther and farther away. I thought to myself: This master Leipas is really tight-lipped. He never showed how much he valued vermicelli when he was in the caravan, but once he arrived in the orc territory, he cast a net everywhere to inquire about the news of vermicelli. It seems that he definitely saw the huge business opportunities brought by vermicelli. He was just worried that Old Kuru would see through his thoughts and deliberately hoard vermicelli to raise the price, so he never revealed his thoughts. His thoughts were really hidden.

The magic potion shop was actually not that big. It was just to the left of a Beef and Beer Inn in the northwest corner of the free market. It was a small shop of only a dozen square meters. Standing outside the shop, you could see pots of herbs planted by the owner at the door. Although they were some of the most common low-level herbs, they were planted in pots by the owner casually, and the herbs were planted as potted flowers. It seemed that the owner must be an herbalist who was proficient in low-level herbal medicine. Just such a simple arrangement would make some herbalists think carefully about whether there were any fake herbs in their medicine baskets that could pass the test. If the owner mistakenly thought they were liars, would they still be able to do business in the future?

Walking into this magic potion shop, I saw that the entire first floor was occupied by a long wooden counter. Behind the counter, there were rows of shelves against the wall. There were not only various herbs, but also various minerals and some magical beast materials. I didn't know much about them. I didn't know what those stones were, but I had seen the tender horns of the magic antelope on the shelves. I didn't expect that this thing would also be placed on the medicine shelf. On the wooden counter was a copper scale. Looking at the green copper rust on the base of the scale, I knew it was an old thing. However, the scale pan was worn like two mirrors because it was often used. It was connected to the scale bar by three fine chains. In the wooden box next to the scale was a row of silver weights, each of which was made very delicately. A middle-aged orc was standing behind the counter, grinding a few three-leaf golden clover carefully. He looked up and saw us coming in, then stopped what he was doing and asked us calmly, "What do you want to buy?"

In fact, I wanted to sell the wound medicine in my hand, but Qi Ge had already walked up to the middle-aged orc uncle in a robe and said with a smile, "Do you have yellow crystal powder, grinding agent, or lava hound saliva?"

"Do you want to refine the royal amethyst?" The voice from the middle-aged orc pharmacist's throat was hoarse because of excessive excitement, like a traveler who had not drunk water for a long time in the desert. His hands also pressed on the wooden counter, and because of excessive force, a loud noise was made, which scared us all.

Qi Ge's calm eyes, her clear eyes like lake water, always convey her thoughts, just like the way she looked at the middle-aged orc uncle in front of her at this moment, as if to say: What are you thinking, old man, if I have royal amethyst, would I dare to take it out here? The old orc seemed to understand Qi Ge's expression and withdrew his fiery gaze in disappointment. He felt a little fooled by the overly beautiful girl in front of him, which made the middle-aged orc uncle a little angry and embarrassed. He stared at Qi Ge coldly and said, "I have topaz powder and abrasives, but the hellhound's saliva can't be stored for too long. It has no other use except dissolving ore. Why did you buy it?"

Qi Ge smiled and put his hand into Catalina's backpack, fished out a piece of raw whetstone ore, placed it on the wooden table and said: "These whetstones are all associated ores in the ruby ​​mine, look. The color of the original ore of these whetstones and the traces of purple gravel on the surface, I feel..."

The middle-aged orc took the whetstone, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and examined the fragments of the whetstone carefully. After hearing what Qige said, he looked more carefully. Before Qi Ge finished speaking, she continued her words and said with some excitement: "Those ruby ​​mines must have given birth to royal amethyst! In which mine was this stone dug?"

Qige stood proudly in front of the middle-aged orc and said: "I bought these stones from a stall in the market. I want to grind these ores into ore powder, and then use citrine powder and hellhound saliva to grind the ore powder." Once dissolved, these fine particles of royal amethyst will be almost attached to the citrine powder and preserved. Maybe some can be collected..."

"Ametrine powder!"

"Ametrine powder!"

Two people blurted out at the same time. Natural ametrine powder cannot be compared with ametrine at all. The former is just a spar powder that stores magic power, but the latter is indeed a precious gemstone that can be inlaid on a magic wand. However, ametrine is the main material for making high-grade magic ink. One reason is precisely because the various materials of advanced magic ink are extremely Because of its high price, this kind of high-grade ink has always been scarce in the market. It is a hard-to-find commodity that is priceless. Some senior pharmacists must make high-grade magic ink for some special reasons, and even buy it directly at a high price. The expensive royal amethyst is directly ground into powder.

"Is this ore for sale?" The middle-aged orc uncle finally couldn't hold back his desire for high-grade materials and asked Qige.

This happens many times. If you take the initiative to talk to the shopkeeper about buying and selling, it will give the shopkeeper the first impression that these goods are eager to sell and become emboldened. Under such subjective initiative, it is very difficult to sell any item at a high price. Sometimes things even get worse, and that is when the store owner would rather give up than buy at a lower price. The best way to reverse this situation is to increase the other party's desire to buy. Just like the middle-aged orc uncle in the magic potion shop at this time, he only has these royal amethyst powders in his eyes. Even if the content in the ore is low, he will not be able to buy it at this moment. Want to buy it.

Qige said hesitantly: "Look, this is also a guess. After all, these are just whetstones with faint purple stars. Although from the appearance, these whetstones are associated with rubies, but I’m not sure how much royal amethyst I’ll collect. How about melting it together first and checking the content of the royal amethyst in the stone?”

The middle-aged orc uncle blinked his eyes like black beans. He originally wanted to tell Qige that everyone should melt a stone together to see how many grams of royal amethyst particles can be collected in one stone, so that everyone can discuss the price and so on. of. But Qige didn't say whether to sell it or not. It seemed that she was worried that she was selling it cheaply, so she took the initiative to find out the content of the royal amethyst particles. As a result, the middle-aged orc uncle hesitated.

Things are relative. To be on the safer side, we can melt a stone together and find out the content of the royal amethyst particles. This is equivalent to a clear price tag. I have almost this many royal amethyst particles in one stone, so okay! Let's calculate it according to the general price on the market, excluding the cost of materials and labor used during refining, then the rest is the selling price of a whetstone like mine, ah? Don’t buy it, okay! Originally, I just wanted to buy some solvents and abrasives to go back and collect them myself. It doesn’t matter whether I buy them or not!

But if the content of royal amethyst particles has never been detected in such a stone, then okay! Now this ore can be gambled. Everyone can make a mental estimate of this ore and evaluate it based on experience and guesswork. How many ametrine particles can it collect and how much can it bring? income. All right! A magic apothecary store can have one or two high-level magic materials as the treasure of the store, and sometimes the effect far exceeds its own value.

After struggling for a while, the middle-aged orc uncle finally said to Qige with a grimace: "This guest, look..."

Oh, just from this tone of voice, I knew that the middle-aged orc uncle was a bitch. Thinking about the tragic scene where Kurtz and I were brutally stabbed in the weapons store just now, I felt so ashamed that I wanted to die. I have survived so many years!

When Qi Ge smiles, her eyes look particularly slender with squinted eyes. She makes various expressions under that delicate and beautiful face, which sometimes even better reflects the duality of Qi Ge's heart than her words. This idea makes Qige also hesitate between selling or not selling. But in the end, after much discussion, we decided to sell it all.

From the beginning to the end, Kurtz and I were like loyal viewers of a movie, standing aside and watching without saying a word. And Katarina is a super second-hand player. Under Qige's command, she constantly takes out the ores in her backpack and takes them out again. In the end, the two parties agreed that the price of these whetstone raw ores would be twenty silver coins per kilogram. Yes, this time it was calculated in kilograms. Naturally, the price of such expensive raw ore cannot be calculated based on quantity, because the size is uneven.

If we don’t connect this series of conversations, first discussing what the ore contains - whether to sell it - how much it contains - whether to gamble - until the final bet, how to sell the ore? If Qi Ge just went into the magic potion shop, poured the ore in front of the owner of the potion shop, and then said: Hey, uncle, how much do you think these stones are worth? Or say: Hey, uncle, my whetstone ore is twenty silver coins per kilogram, do you want to buy it?

This middle-aged uncle will definitely say: Why don’t you rob it? Are you selling the whetstone as gold?

Now, the facts are in front of us. Qi Ge has sold a total of ninety-six pieces of whetstone ore to the owner of the magic potion shop at a price of twenty silver coins per kilogram. After weighing, it was found that the total weight of these ores was one hundred and six kilograms. In this way, twenty-one gold coins were sold at once. Kuz and I widened our eyes and looked at each other, as if we were both saying to each other: Old Kuru is absolutely right! Knowledge is wealth.