Path of light

Chapter 182 183. Roy’s purchasing power

Roy put on the leather breastplate enchanted with magic patterns. As the patterns on the magic pattern structure inside the leather breastplate gradually lit up, except for the weak magic fluctuations, from the outside, this leather breastplate had no traces. Other traces.

In fact, for Roy, 'mental concentration' will only show its specific effect after a large amount of mental power is consumed.

Only when the magic is released will mental energy be consumed.

Mental concentration can speed up the recovery of mental power. For a priest, it is indeed very practical, but it is an auxiliary magic pattern structure.

In battle, this magic pattern structure is quite effective.

Even so, Roy could still feel a subtle change. The Holy Light saplings in his body actually became slightly more active, and the five tree roots absorbed the sacred light much faster.

For a priest, nothing is more important than spiritual gathering.

"Yes, I can feel the spiritual power gathering continuously."

Roy tried to perform a magical operation, felt it quietly for a moment, raised his head and said to Magician Scarlett.

Scarlett Magic walked up to Roy, patted Roy on the shoulder and said:

"That's good. If your magic carrying capacity is enough to support two magic patterns, remember to come to me again."

Roy asked curiously:

"Miss Scarlett, how can we increase the magic carrying capacity?"

Scarlett frowned slightly and hesitated before saying:

"If you are a magician, then I would recommend that you increase your magic carrying capacity through meditation, but you are a priest, so I don't know what a good way is."

"Oh..." Roy agreed.

Then he asked Scarlett Magic:

"Miss Scarlett, do you know there is a pharmacy nearby that buys magic herbs?"

Scarlett Magic stopped, put some bottles and cans back on the shelf, turned her head, smiled and said to Roy:

"Sure, do you have any magic herbs for sale? What are they?"

"A little nightmare vine."

Magician Scarlett was a little curious. She walked from the material shelf to the test bench and said, "Oh, this kind of magic grass is very rare. Can I have a look?"

Roy took out the piece of nightmare vine from his magic pocket and handed it to Magician Scarlet.

Scarlett took it in her hand, looked at it carefully, put it under her nose, smelled it with her eyes closed, and praised:

"The quality is pretty good. Just smell it like this and you can feel the sleep-aid effect..."

Then there was another complaint: "It's just that the collectors don't have any knowledge of collection. Such barbaric felling is just nonsense."

She glanced at Roy, returned the piece of nightmare vine to him, and introduced:

"Nightmare Vine of this quality is dried and ground into powder. It is the main magic material of Wizard Oil. Currently, every hundred grams of dry powder on the market can be sold for almost one magic crystal. With such a piece of Nightmare Vine, About 300 to 400 grams of medicinal powder can be ground. I suggest you find a pharmacy store and ask a pharmacist apprentice to grind these pieces of nightmare vine into powder, and then sell the powder. This will be more direct than yours. Selling the raw materials is much more valuable, all you need to pay is the grinding fee."

Roy couldn't help but exclaimed: "Can it still be done like this?"

Scarlett Magic said with great certainty:

"Of course, nightmare vine is a hot-selling commodity here. Any magic shop is willing to buy nightmare vine powder."

Attaching the magic pattern structure to the magic leather armor, Heyer finally fulfilled his bet.

Claire and Roy prepare to leave the inscription workshop.

Heyer sent Roy and Claire to the door of the inscription workshop before turning and leaving.

…

The two walked out of the inscription workshop, and Claire had to rush back to the academy for class.

Roy is also planning to wander around the first floor hall of the Magic Guild. He plans to sell all the nightmare vines in his hand and then go to the Inscription Workshop to buy some magic patterns.

Jasper's death made Roy realize that if the murderer was Abt, then Abt had become extremely crazy at this moment.

So now Roy has to make some preparations, otherwise if Abt comes secretly, let alone catching Abt, Roy is afraid that he will not even have the most basic ability to protect himself.

Although Abt is also a trainee priest like himself, he is still an elf who has lived for more than a hundred years...

According to Magician Scarlett, these nightmare vines are worth a lot of magic crystals.

The two broke up in the pharmacy...

Roy had just walked not far outside the inscription workshop when he saw a magic potion shop. The plaque at the door of this magic potion shop was even more inconspicuous. Roy pushed the door and walked in, and found that there was actually something on the counter at the door. Standing next to a row of grinders, several shop assistants were adding dried magic grass into the grinders.

The room was filled with a strong smell of herbs...

Roy walked to the counter and asked a Silver Moon Elf in overalls:

"Is there a service here for grinding herbs?"

Silver Moon Elf put down the magic grass in his hand, raised his head and kept smiling, and said to Roy:

"Of course, what magical herb would you like to grind?"

Roy took out a piece of nightmare vine from his magic pocket, handed it to the young Silver Moon Elf, and said, "This is it..."

The Silver Moon Elf took the nightmare vine, put it under his nose and smelled it, then cut off a small piece, carefully observed the cross section of the vine, and then said:

"Oh, it's a small piece of nightmare vine. It's still a little moist and very fresh. This needs to be dried and then ground. The fee is 30 kolers per 500 grams. Do you want us to process it?"

Thinking of the processing fee of 30 kolers for every 500 grams, Roy looked a little unnatural.

There are still two large bundles in his magic waist bag, which are estimated to weigh at least more than one hundred kilograms. Calculated in this way, the grinding cost alone will cost three to four thousand Koler.

He can't come up with so much money now anyway.

Unless you grind a little bit and sell a little bit...

"Can it be cheaper?" Roy hesitated and asked.

The young Silver Moon Elf couldn't make the decision, so he turned around and walked into the shop, calling out the shopkeeper.

The owner of the pharmacy was wearing a magic robe and seemed to be a magician who was proficient in potions. He picked up the nightmare vine and took a look.

After thinking for a moment, he said to Roy:

"If you are willing to sell us half of the ground nightmare vine powder, I can give you a half discount on the processing fee. The powder will be purchased at a flat price, with one magic crystal for every 100 grams of nightmare vine powder."

Roy glanced at the pharmacy owner and could only say that the pharmacy owner was willing to use the market price of Nightmare Vine powder to buy half of Roy's Nightmare Vine.

"Ahem, no problem."

They wanted to sell these nightmare vines anyway, and since the price offered by the pharmacy owner was quite reasonable, Roy agreed.

Roy reached into his magic waist bag and took out two bundles of nightmare vines.

There was no room for so many nightmare vines on the counter, so they had to be placed on the floor at their feet. The nightmare vines were still wet and filled with a strong smell of the sea.

Roy hid aside in disgust, fearing that the wet stuff of Nightmare Vine would get on him...

The few Silver Moon elves in the store were a little dumbfounded.

It's not like they haven't seen bundles of nightmare vines before, but they were bundled together so roughly that the flower buds on the nightmare vines fell to the ground, and there were even some seaweed hanging on the vines. They really knew this kind of nightmare vine. never seen it.

Two large bundles of nightmare vines looked like two bundles of dry firewood.

The tree vines are still covered with bean-sized dark purple flower buds, and some blooming dark purple petals have withered on the vines.

The pharmacy owner's eyes widened, and he quickly ran out of the counter, took out a container from the magic waist bag, squatted on the ground and quickly picked up the fallen flower buds, and shouted to the Silver Moon Elf inside the counter:

"What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and pick the flower buds. Can't you all see that this is a nightmare vine that is in its flowering period?"

Several Silver Moon elves who were grinding magic grass quickly ran out of the counter and began to imitate the pharmacy owner, collecting buds from the nightmare vine...

"The pollen of nightmare vine is more valuable, but the process of drying and grinding is also more troublesome. This powder can be used to prepare dreamless hypnotic potion. If you are willing to sell it to us, we can also waive the processing fee for the powder!"

The pharmacy owner didn't lie to Roy in any way and said calmly.

“If the price is right, of course there’s no problem!”

"Still according to the market price, 80 magic crystals per 100 grams of pollen. If you don't know the market price of Nightmare Vine pollen, you can go to the service desk in the lobby on the first floor of the Magic Guild to inquire. The price I gave is still very fair. …”

The pharmacy owner said sincerely.

"Can……"

When Roy walked out of the magic potion shop, he looked back at this inconspicuous potion shop. He didn't expect that the owner of the shop was really a good character.

Suddenly, there were 327 magic crystals in his wallet, which made Roy feel like he got rich overnight.

Thinking that this friend from the sea tribe was really generous, the gifts he gave to him twice were actually very valuable.

Even though he knew it was very late and his stomach was already growling with hunger, Roy had no intention of leaving.

He came to the inscription workshop again...

The Silver Moon Elf waitress standing in front of the counter obviously recognized Roy and asked cautiously:

"What do you need?"

Roy put his hands on the counter and asked the waitress: "Is Scarlett the Magician still here?"

"Yes." The elf waitress replied.

Judging that there might be something wrong with the magic pattern structure at noon, he stared at Roy nervously.

"Can you inform me? My name is Roy." Roy said.

"Of course, please wait!"

After saying that, the elf waitress quickly waved to the stairs. The elf waitress over there quickly walked over, took Roy to the rest area on the second floor, and treated Roy with fruit tea and fruits.

Not long after, Scarlett Magic walked out of the room.

When he saw Roy sitting in front of the square table in the corridor, eating fruit, he stopped, sat opposite Roy, and asked a little speechlessly:

"What do you want to see me for? Is there something wrong with the magic pattern structure at noon?"

Roy shook his head quickly and said:

"Miss Scarlett, I am here to ask for your help. I want to buy a few more magic patterns..."

Scarlett stared at Roy strangely and asked him, "How many do you want to buy?"

"Four...if you have enough money, five will be fine..."

Roy raised his head, looked into her blue eyes and said.