I'm not a magician

Aiwen didn't figure out what happened until he walked out of Bard's staff shop.

He looked at Ji Chi puzzled: "What happened to Grandpa Bud in the end, why did he suddenly look so ugly?"

Ji Chi shrugged: "I don't know, maybe I accidentally sold a good quality staff at a low price."

His tone was very casual, but there was a trace of solemnity hidden in his eyes.

He was still negligent, in the holographic online game, equipment would not be taken away, so every player's purple and orange outfits were shot at random, and no one would specifically identify them.

But the real world is different. Ji Chi never expected that someone could recognize the attributes of the equipment just by showing a small corner. The aborigines are indeed much more sensitive than he imagined...

Be careful in the future, he hasn't unlocked any offensive skills yet.Ji Chi lowered his head and thought.

"Ah..." Aiwen believed Ji Chi's words, and his face turned pale. "I hope the person who bought the staff can find out soon and return the staff to Grandpa Bard..."

Ji Chi came back to his senses, glanced at him sideways, and continued walking forward, teasing, "I think he might not be able to find out."

Ai Wen was slightly distressed: "That's right, maybe I won't return it if I find out..."

After sincerely praying for Bud a few times, he led Ji Chi all the way forward: "It just so happens that we are here, and I want to sell my talisman of light first to make some money."

As he spoke, he opened the backpack in front of his chest, pinched half of the purse, and sighed: "The gold coins I have saved for many years... will be gone in a while..."

In exchange for an epic staff, it's enough for a young man!Ji Chi was tired of complaining.

Ai Wen took Ji Chi to a small recessed intersection, where there were no gorgeously decorated shops, only a long open space, some people spread a square blanket on the ground, sat cross-legged on it, and hawked Pieces of merchandise.

Ai Wen walked to a small sentry box on the edge of the intersection, leaned against the window and said a few words to the people inside, took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them in, and took out a number plate with a small magic circle engraved on it.

He smiled and thanked the sentry box, and turned his head to Ji Chi and shook the sign in his hand: "In the next two hours, I can sell amulets at position 133. Do you want to rest here or go shopping by yourself?"

Ji Chi glanced at the number plate carved out of wood: "I'll go with you first to see where number 133 is, so I can come to you later."

Ai Wen nodded and led him to find a small empty seat.

He pulled out a square dark gray blanket from his backpack, patted it on the ground, and placed the dozen or so light amulets at the bottom of the backpack on the blanket one by one.

The hexagonal transparent spar is worn on a thin silver chain, and the abundant bright elements are shining in the spar, which complements the bright afternoon sun, and is especially eye-catching in the noisy small intersection.

Ji Chi squatted in front of the blanket and helped him arrange the talismans one by one. Looking at the shining scenery in a good mood, he liked such dazzling and lively items: "What is the function of this talisman?"

He has been playing games for so long, and he has never seen this kind of amulet, so it must be a detail of self-improvement in the real world.

Aiwen took out his staff and wrote the words "2 silver coins each" with light elements on the brick floor in front of the blanket, and answered him: "The light talisman can make the prayers of believers more easily heard by the gods, and for For adventurers, the Light Amulet can protect them from dark magic."

After finishing his busy work, Aiwen sat down on the blanket and relaxed comfortably: "These two types of people usually come to me to buy amulets. I really haven't seen others..."

"Is this a talisman of light?" Aiwen's vow was interrupted by his immature and dry voice.

At some point, a figure in a black cloak stood in front of Aiwen's booth. This figure was not tall, only 1.3 meters at most, and the voice was that of a young boy.

The boy was very, very thin, and the wind blowing through the black cloak could outline a skeleton-like outline.

Seeing that Aiwen was a little dazed, he stretched out his hand and slightly raised the hood that covered most of his face, exposing his pale jaw. He asked again eagerly: "Is this the talisman of light?"

Evan nodded with his mouth slightly open.

The cloak boy let out a breath, carefully took out a gold coin from under the cloak, clutched it reluctantly, and handed it to Aiwen: "Can I use it to buy six talismans? I really need the talisman of light, But I only have one gold coin..."

Aiwen has always been sympathetic to those in need, and he would not mind giving the boy an extra talisman, but as a very talented light magician, as soon as the boy approached, Aiwen noticed his identity.

He is an undead.

"The light element in the light talisman I made is very abundant..."

Before Ai Wen finished speaking, the boy couldn't wait to interject: "Then can you keep it for me first? I will definitely make enough money, and I will buy it when I save enough money!"

He thought that Aiwen was dodging and didn't want to give him an extra talisman.

Ai Wen shook his head and reminded him: "They will hurt you."

Startled, the boy took a step back, looked around in a panic, stretched out his hand to tighten the hood, watched them vigilantly, and seemed to run away when he saw something bad was going on.

Ai Wen was a little soft-hearted when he saw this. The undead are rarely young. When children die, most of them are ignorant and will not be full of unwillingness and resentment. And every child who becomes an undead has an unknown story behind him. Suffering: "Light Talismans are of no benefit to you, what are you going to use them for?"

"Don't worry about it! It's fine if you don't sell me, I'll go find someone else!" The little undead stepped back in panic, growling in a low voice.

That being said, the boy stared at those talismans and couldn't move his legs at all—these talismans were of very high quality, and this light magician didn't discriminate against undead. The little undead knew that if he missed it, he would never find another one.

Aiwen was a little bit embarrassed, and finally sighed, pulled out the blanket under the talisman, carefully picked the six most shining talismans, wrapped them tightly in the blanket and handed them to the little undead: "Hold it carefully, thousand Don't let go."

The little undead glanced at him in disbelief, slowly stretched out his cold and pale hand, and hugged the bloated blanket in his arms.

Even so, the palm of the little undead was still burned by the escaping light elements, causing a puff of black smoke to rise.

This kind of injury is extremely painful for the undead, but the little undead just took a light breath, and then happily put them into the cloak.

He raised his eyes to look at Ai Wen, thanked him inaudibly, pulled his cloak tightly and ran away quickly.

Seeing that Aiwen was looking in the direction of the little undead worriedly, Ji Chi stared at him curiously: "I thought you bright magicians would hate dark creatures very much."

Ai Wen withdrew his eyes, lowered his head and tidied up the scattered stalls, feeling a little depressed: "They were living people like us when they were alive. If they hadn't experienced too much pain, they wouldn't have become undead."

After finishing speaking, he also became curious: "What about you? I found that you don't hate them either. I've seen many people who obviously have nothing to do with dark creatures, but when I see them, I want to kill them."

"Yeah." Ji Chi looked sideways at the various races coming and going on the street, "They are no different in my eyes."

"I also found out." Ivan sighed, "It feels like everyone is the same in your eyes. Nobles, civilians, professors, classmates, humans, undead... It seems that you don't care about all classes, occupations, and species .”

No, young man, you don't know, I still discriminate against magicians.

Ji Chi kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

Aiwen didn't care whether Ji Chi answered or not, and said, "That's great, if everyone is like you, the world should be a great place, right?"

Your socialist ideas are very promising, Ji Chi looked at him in amazement.

But Aiwen just sighed, he is still a tiny junior magician, thinking too much now will not change the world, but will affect his state of mind.

Ji Chi saw that he was re-entering the big business of selling amulets, so he didn't bother him anymore, patted his robe and stood up: "I'm going to the street for a stroll, and I'll be back before you close the stall."

"Okay~" Aiwen responded to him, then thought of something, turned his head and told him, "Don't sell the medicine that is too precious, it will be a big loss!"

Ji Chi, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me.

"Got it, got it." He agreed perfunctorily, and quickly left the area where Aiwen's nagging skills could be displayed.

This SAN value dropped too much.

Ji Chi had lingering fears.

With Ai Wen's instructions, Ji Chi turned around and went directly to the medicine area in a rebellious manner.

There is no place to set up a stall in the pharmacy area. These fragile and precious pharmacies are carefully placed in the shop windows, and palm-sized pharmacy bottles have become the most common shape in this area.

Ji Chi raised his head, carefully observed the signboards of these shops, chose the one with the most exquisite signboards, and walked in.

He wanted to know what high-grade potions could be sold in this world.

"Welcome~ Mr. Magician, is there any potion that needs to be purchased?" Seeing the rare customer, the clerk greeted him immediately.

Although the potion can greatly improve the combat effectiveness, it is not a necessity. Except for the adventurers with their heads hanging on their belts, only the rich second generation who have money and nothing to spend will buy potions.

So now there are only two customers in the pharmacy, one is Ji Chi who just came in, and the other is Brandon, the second-generation rich man who waved his little hand and ordered the clerk to pack the medicine.

"Except for these strength potions, speed potions..." Brandon's thin white fingers passed over several potions one by one, "Wrap up everything else."

The clerk hadn't received such a big order for a long time, so he let out a hey and ran happily behind the counter to find a packing box.

After purchasing the medicine he wanted, Brandon's attention left the display case and naturally fell on another customer in the store.

"Hey, hey! Why are you running? Why are you running?!" Brandon couldn't believe it. The first reaction someone saw him was to run away in disgust.

Ji Chi, who turned around and wanted to leave the moment he saw Brandon, still moved slowly, stopped and hurried away regretfully, and turned around: "Oh, what a coincidence, Brandon, I didn't expect to meet him in the wrong shop." you."

Brandon didn't believe it: "It's just that you went to the wrong store and you escaped so fast?"

"This is called fast?" Ji Chi was really confused, but after thinking about it, he said clearly, "Well, compared with your speed, it is indeed so fast."

"Hey you—" Brandon, who was personally attacked, was extremely angry, and the little curly hair on his head exploded.

He saw clearly the teasing smile in Ji Chi's eyes, took a deep breath, tried his best to maintain the dignity of the nobleman, and said in a tone of voice: "Oh? Then which one were you going to? I still have medicine to buy. You just gave it to me." Recommended recommendation?"

Tsk, are noble young masters in this world so troublesome?

Without even thinking about it, Ji Chi casually pointed to a pharmacy opposite: "That's the one."

Brandon turned his head and glanced, then stared at him suspiciously: "Are you sure? Only senior pharmacists and above can enter that store."

As soon as the expression on Ji Chi's face changed, he looked at the pharmacy in surprise, then looked back at Brandon, and raised his eyebrows: "Master Brandon, can you do me a favor?"