(Story** is coming soon, players will appear soon, the previous ones are all prelude, players will arrive within 20 chapters, sign a product, and collect it with confidence) Continue to meditate, another night passed, go out to stroll in the morning, prepare to find the location for opening a store, and in the future, I can sell the supplementary products I refined by myself. Although it is a three-no product, at least the cost is cheap and the profit is still very good. Those poor mercenaries will definitely like my products very much, and face the powerless mercenaries, even if they are killed, I don’t have to be afraid. As a mage, are you still afraid of some poor mercenaries? Who can buy inferior products from rich people? My current goal is to become the largest black store in Yinyue City. As for other goals, they are too far away. I should complete the goal in front of me first.

Walking out of the mage tower and looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, I found something wrong. Why is the proportion of mages so high? It turns out that mages are rare, why are they all mages today? Looking at mages coming and going on the street, I feel that I have hallucinations. Every mage is one in a million, and they are all noble in status. The talent of the spell caster is not common, so mages are all a bit quirky. After all, do you often study magic alone? Almost all mages don’t like to gather together often unless important things gather on a large scale. Seeing so many mages today, there must be something important. What is it? Is it the anniversary of the death of a great man or the launch of new magic, or an auction is being held, otherwise it would be unreasonable to gather so many mages together.

Although I was puzzled, how could I not know as a knowledgeable mage? When I was about to ask, I suddenly saw two groups of things that seemed familiar. Could it be that this is…………

Akarisado and Adnancirio, damn, they are here too. I remember that they seem to be from Yanlong City in the extreme east. I am the southernmost Silver Moon City. What are they doing here? I immediately go up and fight Qiufeng. "Lisado, Cialio, what are you doing here? I remember that you are from the east. Why did you cheat if you haven't seen him for a few days?" "You cheated, you cheated, and your whole family cheated. I will never tell you that I came with the teacher, "Oh, since that's the case, you just know that something big must have happened. As a teacher of a high-level mage, at least you have to level 8. Since so many mages gather, what's going on?

Although I was puzzled, I still had to pretend to be mysterious. Whether it was Lisado or Cialio, I knew if I knew what was going on, I always smiled mysteriously, but I didn't say anything and talk nonsense. I didn't know that I am an ignorant mage like you.

In this way, we started a journey of fighting the autumn wind with Lisado and Cialio. Suddenly we found that the city seemed to be much more lively. But isn’t this a good thing? We continued to carry the small healing potion I refined in my spare time and prepared to sell it in a black store. Although the money is small, no matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. At least it can be the same as my usual expenses. You should know that a few gold coins are a lot of money. This world is the same as the heavens of the earth. 90% of the money is in the hands of less than 10% of the people. The poorer the more miserable the nobles are, the richer the richer the richer the more they spend. But the poor are not full of food. It is a pathological world. So let me sacrifice myself to save this

World, let all the wealth in the world be concentrated in my hands. Buddha said: If I don’t go to hell, whoever goes to hell, I don’t spend money. With this idea, I went to the black shop with the added healing potion. On the way, I met Teacher Kazart. I thrust my face unnaturally and hid the small potion box on my body. Although I couldn’t hide it, it was at least a psychological effect. These were all the materials collected by Teacher Kazart, for me to practice. If he knew that I made it into potions and sold for money, I don’t know if it would be kidnapped me. Without my expectations, Teacher Kazart still discovered it. "Fel, what are you holding in your hand," I said as if nothing had happened, "It’s nothing, it’s just some refined potions."

"Oh, what kind of potion is that? Let me see if your alchemy has improved when I am away." It has indeed improved, but the simulation technology has improved. It can be completely fake and real, and the taste is completely different. "It is a small healing potion, but this one cannot be drunk," "What can I not drink, I will try the effect."

Then the small potion box was snatched by Teacher Kazart, and then opened it and took a few bottles to drink it. Oh, God, Goddess of Light, Goddess of Woking, please forgive me, I was wrong, I shouldn't have refined inferior products, and I shouldn't have used the materials of Teacher Kazart. It seems that Teacher Kazart will be very unfortunate today, and I guess I will be very unfortunate tomorrow. I clearly remember the effects of these inferior products. The effect of the small therapeutic potion I refined has been added because of some special materials. So, plus a little bit of intestinal clearance effect, maybe you don't think it's a big deal, but in other words, you will know that it's diarrhea, and it's a day. Of course, there are no other side effects.

Looking at the figure of Teacher Kazart leaving, I found that I might have been tragic today because he drank the box of small healing potions I made as a drink. Indeed, the small healing potions tasted good and had no side effects. It was really nothing to drink normally, at most it was a little expensive, but today's potions seemed to be specially processed. I looked at Kazart's figure with a lewd smile and took advantage of it. I really wanted to tell him that it was a inferior product, but after thinking about it, I still endured it. If I was criticized later, I wouldn't drink a few bottles anyway. Kazart returned to his mage tower and kept drinking the small healing potions made by his apprentice on the way, but he always felt something was wrong, as if he was missing something.
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