Pandora's Market never lacks customers.

Whether it is a noble duke or an alley thief, a strange race or a stunningly beautiful alien species, nothing can be called novel in this place - unless a race called "gold" comes to visit.

Mogan stood among the endless crowd, caressing the gold coins hidden in his palms.

Then he recited a mantra silently.

The gold coins disappear.

At the same time, a dynamic golden glow quietly emerged above the moss-covered well.

The well was originally just a water well. At first, regular customers tied their horses to the stone shelf where the buckets were placed. Later, everyone followed suit, and the place gradually gathered big men who were transporting goods to rest here.

The big man who had time to rest during the day was not a merchant, but only provided abundant labor. Feeling bored during the work breaks, he boasted that he was born in mountains and seas of flowers, saw the gorgeous palaces of the Cole Kingdom, and searched for hidden treasures in the South Seas.

They are quite talkative, but can speak softly, because in this market, "silence" is the norm - experienced people know best how to do as the Romans do.

It happened that the stable boy's attention was attracted, and his eyes followed the dancing golden color until it fell into the well.

"Plop——"

There is the sound of water, it is an entity!

Realizing that this was not a half-dreaming hallucination, the stable boy's eyes suddenly widened and he screamed with excitement.

"Gold coins fell from the sky! There!"

Others also noticed something strange, and a few heads turned around, only one step slower.

Screaming is just an opportunity to trigger a riot.

Morgan's eyes quickly scanned all the shops, confirming his earlier suspicion, and finally stopped at a boss who was curling his beard with his little finger.

The vendor remained silent like the rest of his colleagues, but moved towards the well out of the corner of his eye and quickly returned.

But relatively speaking, these are the least reserved aborigines in the face of such changes.

After walking a few steps to the stall, Mo Gan asked in a low voice, "Three bottles of licorice liquid, two pieces of black ox horn, and three super-grade stone essences. How much do they cost?"

The first two are the most basic and cheap materials for making potions. They are easy to sell and buy, but in the end they are worth a lot of money.

The boss had his eyelids drooped at first, but then he became surprised and his eyes moved slightly.

"There's more than one, at the bottom of the well... they're all at the bottom of the well! There are a lot of gold coins here!"

Meanwhile the stable boy's incessant shouting was conspicuous throughout the noisy crowd.

The rough hands on the table also moved. Mo Gan's eyes dropped and he analyzed briefly:

The fingertips unconsciously point outward, indicating that you are really concerned about the event.

There are also the burnt marks on the nails that have not faded, the curly brown hair that has been deliberately combed back, and the bits of soot that were missed by the ears when washing the face.

These clues mean that the boss is also a firemaker and has no shortage of supplies - he was still working before the opening, and he came to make money by simply arranging his hair. He must be eager.

And last but not least:

He was distracted.

Ignoring the commotion behind him, Mogan blocked the direction from the shop to the wellhead with his body, seemingly unintentionally, and continued to urge.

"Boss, how much do these cost?"

"Nine gold coins, and one hundred and thirty-five..."

"How about six?" Before he could finish speaking, Mogan knocked on the table and said, "Boss, this is a big deal."

The change was wiped off lightly, and several gold coins were missing. The boss was not taken advantage of, so naturally he was unwilling to do so.

It was precisely this kind of ignorant guest that blocked his view, making him want to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Mo Gan was not in a hurry, took out the bag he had prepared earlier and poured out five pieces of jet black scales.

"There is an alternative, it's called bartering."

The boss's eyes froze, a little suspicious.

"Dragon scales?"

The existence of dragons is no secret.

They are rare in number due to difficulty in reproducing, and are also known for their strength.

Adult dragons have large and strong bodies, and their scales have both medicinal value and potential as weapon materials, making them quite marketable in the market.

Dragon scales cannot be inserted and removed at will. Only a hundred pieces can survive the rare transformation in a lifetime. The rest will be like the scales peeled off when the living dragon is injured, and will be turned into ashes as the power dissipates.

Mogan lined up the five dragon scales in a row and let the boss inspect the crystal clear scales on the table.

"There are only five pieces, which is still too little."

The boss rolled his eyes and was not immediately satisfied.

Although dragon scales are expensive and rare, their medicinal properties and hardness have their upper limits, and there are many practical substitutes.

One gold coin and one dragon scale is an ordinary price in the market, and it is already quite expensive. The most that can increase in value is its rarity, which will lead to some gifts.

Continuing to consider the pros and cons, Mo Gan held the gold coins in his pocket and pondered for a moment.

At some point, the gold coins transferred by his magic came back into his hand, and he hid them preciously.

"Do you want to add an extra gold coin?" The boss took his time and wiped his hands on the corner of the table. "These dragon scales look good, they are rare items... Tell me where they came from, it's not impossible."

This person has completely put himself in a proactive position, but even if he wants to find faults, he still doesn't leak anything.

Mogan's expression remained unchanged, but he felt pressure in his heart.

This person is not the easiest person to handle, and it is not a good sign that his thoughts have been revealed in the transaction.

Seeing that Mo Gan remained silent, the boss smiled.

"Look at me, I'm quick to talk but impatient! Guest, don't mind too much. I'm most familiar with the taste of gold coins - so what do you think? According to you, I can save money by just talking, so I should feel at ease?"

"If you tell me the source of the goods, the dragon scales may not be that valuable." Mo Gan said calmly, "You are really joking. Then why not make a compromise and return the same way..."

He took out an extra dragon scale.

The boss didn't have high hopes at first, so he shrugged and said it was okay.

Perhaps he was also a little confused as to why the seemingly knowledgeable customer who seemed to be a knowledgeable customer used a dragon scale of higher value instead of a gold coin that was readily available at hand.

——But in Mogan’s view, this is not a multiple-choice question worth delving into.

Gold coins are his treasure. Even though as a businessman, Mogan will inevitably spend some gold coins as a cost, he can also choose to keep some of what he has obtained, even if he has to pay a small price.

Everyone takes a step back and the transaction is completed.

Picking up a few items that the boss took out from under the counter, Mo Gan put them in bags and left.

The chaos behind him continued, as someone took the bucket next to him and tried to salvage the countless gold coins in the well.

There should be many mages in the market who can retrieve things from a distance, but taking action in a place like this is tantamount to being criticized by the public. A few impatient guys were pushing and shoving at the edge of the well, making the iron bucket tied by a hanging rope sway.

"Don't push! Don't squeeze!"

The stable boy held the rope with both hands and complained loudly.

He grasped the end of the rope with his right hand, and there were protruding veins on his upper arm and forehead - it was not that the bucket was too heavy, but that the hemp rope was holding the hands of different people and exerting force in different directions. Naturally, there was no

Dharma comes together.

Mo Gan had already walked dozens of meters, but before leaving, he heard an unexpected exclamation.

The stable boy and another man were half-brought into the wellhead. Above their heads, the rope that was supposed to be hanging down was swaying in the wind, with obvious fractures.

At the same time, a black figure flashed past him.

Mogan's face darkened as he felt the corners of his clothes being picked up by the wind.

Rather than creating opportunities when there are no opportunities, there are obviously people who want to wait for opportunities and make the most of this chaotic opportunity.

This is the reason why rationality can be evaporated...but by chance, it triggered Mogan's conditioned reflex.

The man in black was moving forward at a high speed when his throat suddenly tightened and he paused after saying "uh".

Mo Gan was behind others before, but he quietly came up behind him. His hand was unambiguous, and he grabbed his throat with five fingers, but it was still half loose. It looked sharp but not fatal.

He suppressed his voice and let the gloomy whisper echo in the ears of the man in black.

"What are you doing?"

The man in black was intercepted without any preparation, and his throat was stuck, so he could only desperately hold back his reply.

"I haven't, uh, I haven't opened yet today! This big brother... even if you lose something and want to get it back, you have to tell me what I took from you..."

"You don't have that ability. When you passed by me just now, was this the first time you wanted to steal something today?"

"this……"

He was beaten even if he didn't even think about it. The thief in black wondered how he ended up in such a situation because he just touched his hand.

He scratched his neck and his face turned red from suppressing it. Perhaps he wanted to question what kind of illness this man had that made him meddle so much.

Unable to speak, the words in his heart were undoubtedly reflected on his face:
To be continued...