Mo Gan is passionate about wealth, but he is not a wood carving or clay sculpture.

Family love is something he has never experienced before, but apart from being powerful and greedy for treasure, it is his nature to leave the nest and seek a new home.

——Not just the nature of dragons.

Compared to his fellow dragons who develop slowly, Mogan's growth followed the other half of his bloodline and was basically in sync with the human race. Because of this, after he turned sixteen, he set out on his own and left his family.

Using the scales he shed during his growth period as the basis of funds, Mo Gan searched for materials and traded with vendors in markets in different regions. He traveled throughout the Cole Kingdom and found the small town of Windsor next to Pandora Market half a month ago and bought it.

I live there temporarily under the real estate.

The town of Windsor is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery. Although the soil environment makes it unsuitable for planting large areas of rice or wheat fields, the strange and mild compound climate makes the land full of vitality and can grow various kinds of crops as needed.

of graceful stamens.

The reason for choosing the place of residence is the biggest secret that has been kept since Morgan Grande arrived in this world.

Even the most trusted relatives cannot know.

"A rose, a bouquet of lilies, and carnations."

Mo Gan tapped on the counter gently to remind the somewhat deaf operator.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Sera. As usual, if you have any scattered petals, you can wrap them up for me."

In addition to the flowers sold outside, which are small and exquisite, the flower shop with wind chimes floating at the door is also a specialty of the small town of Windsor.

Sera Fast is the operator.

She is nearly seventy years old, and she is not a foreigner or a mage. The corners of her eyes are naturally covered with wrinkles given by time. When she smiles, she stretches out and looks kind and kind, no different from a random amiable aunt on the street.

Just richer.

"It's a total of eighteen kohl shields. I'll give you fifteen bucks! Why did you buy so many today?"

Mo Gan put the corresponding coins on the table and nodded politely to the hard-working old man, "Give it to my mother. Her birthday is tomorrow."

"Say hello to her for me! Of course, her birthday should be accompanied by the most beautiful flowers. Your mother should also be very happy to have such a filial and polite child like you - but at this time, could it be that she is coming to town?

To see you?"

While talking, Sierra carefully selected the flowers, packed the petals, and opened two extra flowers and put them in.

"No. I will ask a courier to help send it over later." Mogan also knew that this warm-hearted old man always thought that he was just living in the town because of the scenery of the town like many others. "Is there any news in the town?"

He chose this flower shop as a stopover not only because the owner was generous and always gave out some generous gifts.

Saving money is naturally the reason, but it is not the decisive fact.

"Except for you, there should be no one." Aunt Sierra packed the bouquet with a smile, "Norma's uncle will be coming to town these two days. They live very close to each other and come here every month.

Visiting relatives. Speaking of this, there is Tang Ji..."

The parents' chatterbox was irresistible as soon as it started, and there were more fragmentary information than Mogan imagined.

Aunt Sera is a well-known good person in the town. Her son and daughter are a teacher and an inspector respectively, which means she has better information channels than others.

What's more important is that these premises are all information obtained in a casual conversation that lasted only tens of seconds during the first meeting.

Of course there is no ulterior motive in getting words out of the mouth of a gentle and talkative old man.

Mogan considers himself to be a half-good person, unlike his mother who was once called the evil dragon - she only got a bad name because she was not familiar with the ways of the world, and she was misunderstood but had no bad intentions.

For safety reasons, he decided that it would be more beneficial to communicate with such a person.

After all, intelligence is conducive to stability, and knowing it helps him keep "that secret" from everyone.

Picking up the neatly arranged bouquets and packages, Mo Gan walked out of the door, but quickly stopped at the door.

"When did the store opposite open?"

Serra's flower shop is called "Town Flower House" and is located in the center of Windsor town.

Not only does this location cost a lot of money, it at least has a regular flow of people, making it a Feng Shui treasure.

In the only conversation, Mogan also learned that the rent here is high, but for Sera, who is the landlord and only works because the retirement life is boring, it is not a problem.

In the same place, there is another one.

What caught Mogan's attention was another large-scale shop next to the grocery store opposite. In the few times he visited, that large shop with a very new facade had never been open.

What is even more eye-catching is that in addition to the rare opening of the store, there is also a line of slogans written in very new handwriting at the door of the store, which looks like a dog crawling.

"Magicians and dogs are not allowed inside."

Staring at the extremely conspicuous and rebellious slogan, Mogan squinted his eyes and waited for Sera to come out and take a look.

"Ah, this is Robbie's store!" Seeing the slogan, Sierra took a breath. "This kid, I haven't seen him for a few days, what is he doing!"

According to Serra, Robbie Reynolds was the son of a wealthy man in the town. He was not welcomed at home and was kicked out to open a shop when he became an adult. He was told that he should try his best to be self-reliant.

He guarded the store but didn't know how to do business, so he could only gradually lose the little capital given by his family.

Fu Shao is determined to do business, and has tinkered with a lot of marketing strategies. The slogans are just sensationalism and have no practical significance, but the results are so far - there are so few stores, and there is no need to clean the dusty store doors to prove everything.

"Since he didn't give up, where did he go a few days ago?"

"Robbie also has a shop given to him at home, and he sometimes goes there to mess around - here it is."

In order to show the charm of the small town, Aunt Sera even posted a nearby map in front of her house. Following her guidance, Mo Gan glanced around and found that the so-called store door was a hundred meters away next to Pandora Market.

There is no protection from the market, but there is a good flow of customers, but it is an awkward position.

Robby's family has shops in more than a dozen nearby towns, as well as large fields in the mountains. As the future heir to the land and shops, he will naturally not starve to death on the streets, but he only needs to worry about whether he will ruin the family fortune.

Judging from the hygienic condition without dust at the door, he probably doesn't want to be a spendthrift...

But with such talent, I had to accept it.

Morgan felt that the "creativity" that Robbie racked his brains to come up with was not as good as the peace of mind of letting the shop be abandoned.

Temporarily stopping the kind-hearted Sierra from running to persuade this junior, Mogan walked into the shop and looked around.

The environment of the store is quite good, and the goods are arranged very neatly. After a cursory look around, Mogan found that the goods here are quite complete in variety and of high quality. Perhaps it is because no one buys them and they will not be lost.

My eyes fell on the pricing, and the price was very affordable and completely in line with the market.

It's just that in the center of a small town full of ordinary residents, daily necessities are not sold, but this kind of thing is sold.

In fact, they have no understanding of potential consumers. They focus on quality and weight, but fail to consider the most basic issues.

"What do you want to buy?"

Voices sounded in the corner of the shop. Mo Gan turned around and saw the young man leaning on the wicker chair with his legs crossed.

In addition to the chicken coop-like red hair, what most highlighted the shop owner's temperament were the bruises on his eye sockets and the corners of his mouth that were still bloodshot from the wounds.

The person who hit him probably had some deep grudge. The store manager's bold and bold sitting posture didn't seem to be bad, but his face looked serious when he was greeted.

This appears to be Robbie Reynolds, the reserve prodigal with a clear mind.

With an astonishing "talent" like the one at the door, it is not surprising at all to be beaten down.

"Your slogan is very unique." Mogan said, "But it contains a lot of magic materials. Don't you seem to have a problem with mages?"

Robbie shrugged, "If I have to find a suitable excuse, maybe an ancestor in my family happened to die at the hands of some mages."

He made it clear that he didn't want to tell the truth.

"Although this answer makes me feel more at ease, I am sorry that I do not understand the purpose of this slogan."

"Now that you've come in, isn't this fulfilling one of its purposes? Who are you and what are you here to do?"

If he thinks this way, it's probably because his business is too bad and he's a little self-indulgent. He doesn't even think that someone coming to the door is for serious business.

Morgan sighed, "Speaking of this, I do have a deal here."

Robbie glanced at all his furnishings and goods, and also remembered that this guest didn't seem to be focusing on any of them in particular, and looked up and down, left and right.

Perhaps because he was used to being taken advantage of and defrauded of a lot of capital, the rich young man suddenly became wary.

"I am not purchasing goods here for the time being..."

Ignoring his question, Mo Gan took out a piece of dragon scale from his arms, placed it on the table, and made a direct request.

"First, the slogan at the door should be changed so as not to offend anyone; second, the goods here seem to be difficult to sell, so move them to your shop next to the market at the foot of the mountain; third, tomorrow..."

He paused midway, as if he suddenly remembered something, and corrected his wording.

"Before sunrise the day after tomorrow, I want you to take this piece of dragon scale in your hand and walk into Pandora's Market. After walking around for a while, come out directly. Don't worry about other people and things. Go directly to your place at the foot of the mountain.

The store door—I’ll wait for you there.”

"Let me tell you, you are so sudden..."

Being slapped with such a series of instructions, Robbie was a little confused.

Although he sat upright and took the dragon scales, he wanted to continue saying something, but at this moment he saw a golden light flashing in Mo Gan's eyes, his pupils glowing, and scale-like lines spreading behind his eyes.

Morgan did it on purpose.

The glowing pupils and the scales behind the eyes are the most well-known characteristics of the dragons after they transform into human form. Individuals with unstable deformation can easily recover this trait under special conditions, and their tribe itself is like a cash cow in the eyes of the alien races headed by humans.

exist.
To be continued...