Just growing up can produce a large number of dragon scales. If it weren't for the fact that this kind of gift is usually only limited to once in a lifetime, and every member of the race itself is extremely powerful and difficult to reproduce, the race that coexists with wealth should have been targeted by criminals long ago.

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"Hey, hey, hey -" Robbie gasped, "You came to my place like a team, what do you want!?"

"Business." Mogan simply answered, "I'll give you my secret and the dragon scale as a reward. I don't force you to execute it. If you think my identity is suspicious and want to regret it, you still have a choice. You can put the dragon scale before sunset tomorrow.

Aunt Sera opposite the door to Morgan Grande's residence knows where it is - just ask her if you need it."

In fact, Mogan himself felt that the "transaction conditions" he added later were just a deterrent and had little value.

But for a young man who has never seen the Dragon Clan, it can increase the chance of success. It can be regarded as taking advantage of the reputation of half of the same clan.

However, the arrangement was sensible, and Mogan went straight out afterwards, not giving Robbie any time to solve the problem on the spot.

After Morgan left, Robbie looked at the dragon scale in his hand, racked his brains, and finally couldn't make up his mind.

Although his father once said when he was teaching him that although there are not many "Longkou" in the dragon clan, they are the most convenient people to deal with, because they are usually rich and unreasonable, and although most of them have a cold personality, they pay the most attention to face.

It's easy to earn money by trading with them. If you be more enthusiastic and proactive, and entertain more attentively, you might even be owed a favor by such a powerful creature.

But Robbie always felt that this guest who came to his door was not ordinary, not a simple and easy-to-deceive species like the legend.

He seems to be a shrewd and down-to-earth... person?

Before the undercurrent in his heart came to an end and the next round of psychological struggle began, there was another movement at the door.

Hearing the sound, Robbie bared his teeth and put away the dragon scales first.

He got up and prepared to practice how to "do business" well and understand the possible secrets in negotiating terms.

Don't blame him for making a fuss, there are two customers a day, which is far beyond his usual daily business frequency.

But before Robbie could figure out how to speak, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of the counter.

"The customer you just traded with, where does he live?"

"One or two, why are they not here to do business..." Robbie just thought he was being dazzled, and became a little angry when he heard this, "I'm just selling something, why do I feel like I'm running errands for others, asking for information?"

role?"

The guest in white robe seemed to be stunned for a moment, thinking that Robbie's complaint was because he didn't pay. He looked down at the gold coin in his hand, put it back, and found a gold coin from his arms.

piece.

It is heavier than a gold coin, but its shape is irregular. It is not minted into a gold currency of specified quality according to mainland regulations.

"Give."

Looking at the gold nugget stuffed into his hand, Robbie weighed the weight even more confusedly, only knowing that this thing must be worth a lot of money.

Such a large amount of money was exchanged for this little bit of information. How could someone be taken advantage of?

Robbie is more familiar with the town area than Morgan imagined. He knows which houses are not occupied, and also knows who has moved in and where they live - during the time when there is no business to do,

Aunt Sera's nagging was enough to teach him a lot.

In line with the principle of taking people's money and doing things for them, he patiently explained the location and distance to the "taken advantage of" in front of him.

However, when he raised his head again, the white figure disappeared from sight.

The figure disappeared in an instant. Robbie's look was very real this time, so he stayed where he was even more confused.

On the other side, after returning to his residence with the materials, Mogan breathed a sigh of relief after finishing counting things at the table.

Spells and potions are indeed based on ordinary flower buds, and the scraps from Serra's shop are also tools for his work.

But at least this time, he said that the touching part was partly true after all, and he was not feeling guilty.

So, we still need the last bit of spare material...

Go to the flower field? Or make do with it?

Opening the door, Mogan glanced at the moonlight shining on the window sill, while thinking about legitimate ways to save money.

Just as he was about to walk towards today's terminal, he discovered that at some point, a figure in a white wizard's robe appeared silently in front of his door.

Morgan suddenly became vigilant, but the defensive measures he had carefully set up had no effect at all.

Teleport?

Such a term crossed his mind for the first time, and Mogan had almost begun to review the attack magic that he had not practiced for a long time. Teleportation, this is a spell commonly used on the battlefield to assassinate, and only extremely powerful magicians can do it.

use.

Magic is not a tool that can be cast casually. In addition to restrictions on the mage, each spell is accompanied by corresponding compensation requirements.

It is said that teleportation can enable living creatures to cross the obstacles of time and space and bypass defenses. The effect of teleportation is extremely amazing, and the energy and magic consumed are far beyond the reach of ordinary spells. It can even cause the caster to lose his defense in a short period of time.

or the force required to attack.

But for visits and visits... this must be too luxurious.

Or maybe the practitioner had other intentions?

At this moment, the white-robed wizard in front of him lowered his head quietly, and Mogan could also see him carefully holding up a gold coin—actually it was not a gold coin, but Mogan could recognize the familiar aura inside.

My own magical aura.

The false gold coins are disappearing, and the solids are gradually disintegrating in the air, turning into ashes from one end to the other, and the scattered ashes are drifting towards Mo Gan little by little with some unknown force, and then the disillusionment disappears and spreads.

in the air.

This was the one-time item he used to create chaos and steal things in Pandora's Market.

Morgan Grande held her breath.

The wizard looked directly at Mogan, his eyes determined, and Mogan also met a pair of orange pupils under the hood.

"The chosen hero - starting from today, I will teach you how to kill me."
Chapter completed!