Knight of the Light

There was only one oil lamp in the dark room. Four or five heads are squeezed together, and the big bags and small bags piled in the corner are disassembled and re-categorized.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door and asked, "Would you like more lamps? This is too dark."

No no no, several people in the room quickly shook their heads to refuse. The fat man said, "Don't be too bright, don't be too bright, our eyes can see clearly, and we have long been used to such a dark environment. His Excellency Hugo, don't worry about us, even if we are busy."

"It's so dark and you can see clearly. No wonder you are all nearsighted." Uncle Zhou murmured that he couldn't get in, and left.

No one stared, but a few people in the room were more relaxed. Tambos lowered his voice and said, "Hurry up, this shipment must be cleaned up tonight. I will send someone away tomorrow to ensure that everyone earns at least five hundred gold coins."

The world uses a precious metal currency system. The value of a gold coin is analogous to the British pound in the early days of the industrial revolution. You can earn fifty gold coins a year, that is, the home of the rich. If you can get the legacy of five hundred gold coins, you will not have to worry about eating and drinking for a lifetime.

The annual income of top nobles is often only tens of thousands of gold coins, and the smaller state treasury may not have millions of gold coins.

Wizards are a profession that is highly dependent on funds and resources, but the normal annual income of a wizard apprentice is difficult to exceed one hundred gold coins. If you can make five hundred in one breath, it will be a very attractive sum for several people in the house.

During the finishing process, the apprentices sighed while excited. The fat man grabbed a handful of ash from a jar, twisted his fingers, and sighed: "Good devil dust, this one can sell five gold coins in Cold Wind City, and transport them to the south, the price is multiplied by ten."

The so-called "demon dust" is the ashes of the minotaur.

Someone looked around and shook their heads and said, "Multiply ten? How many years ago was the price? You are too underestimated by those dealers in the magic store. They might sell it at twenty or thirty. The South can be radical. No demon dust. "

The fat man put the "demon dust" in his hand back into the jar, and a lot of sparkling white ash spread out with a pat. He quickly held his breath, but still inhaled a little, his face flushed immediately, a roar in his mouth, and his fat body expanded again.

The people in the room were frightened and dodged quickly, and Tambos grabbed a staff to point to the fat man.

After a long time, the fat man returned to normal by himself, but his eyes were red and infiltrating. He was afraid to gently wipe the white ash from his hand, and then quickly covered the jar and sealed it, and then let out a sigh of relief, "This demonic dust is too powerful."

Tambos breathed a sigh of relief and put down his staff and said, "Because it is not mixed with flour, its purity is very high. Be careful, these things are first-class goods that we have not used in the past."

The fat man collected the demon dust, but looked at the jar carefully, and said frustrated, "Not only is the material good here, even the jar containing the material is a good thing. This is obviously a white porcelain altar for the elves. Five gold coins. "

Several people in the house were unhappy. Some of them are holding the torn carpet in their hands, others are spreading out the rope made of fine silk, and others are holding two pieces of broken statues and want to re-splicing them.

There are too many things spoiled.

"You said, where did this get from the elven ruins?" The fat man could not help asking.

Others were lost in thought, only Tambos whispered: "According to my teacher's description, the Elf's Silver Leaf City has been around for thousands of years, it is large in area, and the internal environment is very complicated. That is by no means a few hundred people Digging.

Once the news spreads, adventurers across the North will flock to it. At that time, a few of us shouldn't even try to get involved, even our teachers are afraid that they won't get anything too cheap. So first make the money in front of you, don't think about the others. "

Everyone thought about it and nodded.

Only the fat man sighed, "I'm really curious, what is the original appearance of Silver Leaf City? Where did Victor Hugo come from? How did he know the specific location of the site? How much did our teacher find? I haven't found it in ten years. "

The crowd was more silent, Tambos hissed again and again, begging the fat man to stop talking. It was a low sneer at the door of the house, and a terrible monster head came in.

A few apprentices of wizards jumped scaredly, but there was nowhere to run. The fat man originally squatted at the door, and even fell on the ground scared by the monster, kicking his legs again and again. Only Tambos pretended to calm down, "Don't panic, this is Lord Hugo's horse."

horse?

Is there such a scary horse?

Instead, the horse with a monster head took the initiative to speak, "What are you talking about? It seems quite interesting. Chat with me, I like to talk to someone the most."

The crowd was dull, and their hearts were beating. Even the fat man didn't speak, his face was pale.

"Hey, don't be afraid. I just look scary, but it's not bad." The horse stuck his monster's head into the room.

They all saw that it was an undead with only bones, and felt more oppressed and unable to breathe.

"Shengying, trouble exiting, you are so scary." Tambos recognized the monster in front of him, but could only persuade him, "You can chat outside if you want to chat."

"Your guts are really small." ‘Shadow’ muttered, “The humans I met at the time were not as persuasive as you. Regardless of good or evil, they were all very fierce.”

The fat man was still paralyzed on the ground, and he trembled and asked, "You, are you a demon? How can you speak?"

"Exactly a semi-demon." "Shengying" snorted and emphasized: "Otherwise, I can't appear in the main material world. Didn't you just ask where these things came from? I know. But do you ask I?"

The fat man nana for a long time, turned his head to look at his companion. Others were still in fear, and still didn't dare to speak rashly, but they used their eyes to signal to the fat man to continue asking. Everyone was curious and wanted to know something secret.

"Sir, please solve the mystery for us." The fat man swallowed, slowly got up, carefully, hesitant to move a stool and let 'Shengying' sit down and talk slowly.

"These things were taken from the elves' jail. It was not a normal jail. It was prepared for the demon's detention decades ago. Victor Hugo, who is now my master, discovered it not long ago. I was locked inside.

do you know? My master didn't understand it at all, he only picked out some useful items and moved away. There were many good things in that prison, because it was used to imprison demons. To build it, the elves can spend a lot.

I feel that you should not only give the host benefits, but you should also benefit me. If I'm happy, maybe I will tell you the location of the elven prison, anyway, my master should not care about the underground ruins. "

"Shengying" said that all the wizard apprentices in the room all drew their eyes and held their breath. Only Tambos calmed down a little, and he coughed heavily, rushing and said, "Come on, calm down, this is an undead semi-demon, it is evil in nature."

With this reminder, everyone was sober, and quickly replied with great doubts on the words of 'Shengying'. But this skeleton warhorse said ‘Hey’, “Do n’t do that, I ’m not that bad. I have a master now, just want to save some pocket money.

I know you don't believe me very much. But that's okay, someone must be interested in my information. If you change your mind, you can come to me privately. "

"Shengying" glanced a few times and found that everyone in the room was silent and discouraged.

"Well, I know there is a gap between us. There is a little movement over the wall of the village. It is estimated that those evil gods are still dead, and I have to help. By the way, please don't tell me about the money I saved. He must be Will be unhappy. "

"Shengying" finished, shook his head and left.

The shaman apprentice who left the house looked at each other.

The fat man asked Tambos, "Who is Victor Hugo? Who can tame such a terrible demon and a half as a mount? This is incredible. What underground ruins it says, we really Do n’t ask clearly? ”

Tambos was also very speechless. It took a long time to answer: "Victor Hugo has a mysterious origin, and everything about him is beyond guessing. As for the elven prison, don't leak this rumor, first make the money in front of you Until then. "