Heading to the Magesâ Guild, Phield planned to sell the magic scrolls. These scrolls were somewhat old, and Phield worried that if he kept them any longer, theyâd turn into a pile of waste paper.
"Hmm... this ancient magic rune should be a product from eight years agoâefficient and powerful, but unfortunately, time has worn away much of the mana." A mage, after carefully examining the scroll, set down his crystal and said amiably, "A total of one hundred gold coinsâIâll take them all."
"Only one hundred?" Now that Phield had some money in hand, he naturally looked down on such a paltry sum. "A single magic scroll sells for 15 gold coins, and there are 23 hereâno less than two hundred gold coins, or no deal."
The mage stroked his beard: "Donât rushâthese scrolls are too old. Magic is better when itâs newer. As a form of energy, time only erodes magical energy, and these runes are outdated anyway. Modern magic scrolls are more efficient."
Hiss~ Pretty scientificâthought magic would be like in fantasy novels, where the older it is, the stronger.
As the science of this world, magic iterations only eliminate the old ones.
"One hundred and fiftyâthatâs the bottom line." Phieldâs face turned green.
After stroking the scrolls, the mage said: "Dealâconsider it making a friend."
"Is this a magic book? Itâs way too expensive!" Phield curiously picked up a ornate book titled âFlame Robeâ from the shelf, priced at 320 gold coins.
"Itâs a very rare instant spell, and a one-time consumable."
Tapping the book lightly with his staff, the mage patiently explained: "Drip your blood into this groove, and youâll automatically master this new spell. The runes in the book are magical patternsâyou donât need to understand them."
Phield was shocked: "That simple?"
"Otherwise? Spells are for understanding the mysteries of nature and communicating with rules. Of course, the simpler, the better. Mages are people tooâno one likes poring over a bunch of outdated old stuff."
"But mastering it is useless without mana to activate it." The mage kindly reminded him.
Phield had no mana at all. In the entire Nightfall Domain, only Ashina had supernatural power, and it was divine power at thatâseemed like buying magic books would be pointless.
"Give me this âBestiary of Winged Sight.â"
Phield glanced at the approaching figure, a barely perceptible smile curling his lips.
"An interesting choiceâthis spell is cast on a flying bird, then you gain the birdâs vision, letting you experience the joy of soaring through the skies. Just two hundred gold coins."
"Iâll take itâIâm very interested in flying." Phield decisively reached for his money.
"Iâll pay 201 gold coins!" The cheap big-nosed man butted in again.
This time, the mage ignored him, just glancing at the big nose and saying flatly: "This gentleman was here first."
Phield mentally gave the mage a thumbs upâa conscientious merchant.
"Add another 10 gold coinsâthis bookâs mine!" The big nose got anxious.
The mage couldnât be bothered with this idiot, but turning his head, he saw Phield frantically winking and signaling him.
"Al... alright, but you need to pay now." The mage was puzzled but smartly played along with Phield.
Phield immediately put on an anxious look, fuming: "I donât believe you can pay!"
The big-nosed man immediately pulled out a merchantsâ guild voucher and slapped it on the table: "Guaranteed by Baron Adrian Rossâs deposit."
"Then give me the âIlluminating Aurora.â" Phield said with a grim face.
"Iâll still outbid by 1 gold coin."
Soon, the big-nosed man had deducted one thousand three hundred gold coins from Adrianâs depositâthis time, it was his turn to break into a cold sweat.
At that moment, the guard whoâd gone on the errand returned.
"Fine, you win." Phield snorted with a laugh, walked out a couple of steps, then turned back: "Congratulationsâenjoy the fun."
As soon as Phield stepped out.
"Return them all! Magic books are way too expensive!" The big-nosed man wiped the cold sweat from his foreheadâthe two-thousand-gold-coin limit nearly couldnât hold. If the baron found out, he didnât dare imagine the consequences.
The mageâs face darkened: "Are you messing with me? Iâm the chief mage of Maple Leaf City! You snatched the order from a noble customer, and now you want a refund? I think someone wants to be turned into a sow by magic and served on commonersâ tables."
"Then can I just take them back at original price? Mage sir, consider the premium a gift."
The big-nosed man backed downâmages werenât to be trifled with.
The mage snorted coldly: "Since you bought in Baron Adrianâs name, heâll need to refund in person."
"Fine." The big-nosed man shrank his neck, and together with the guards, he staggered out hugging thick stacks of instant magic books. As soon as he stepped out, he muttered curses: "Damn old fossilâif Baron Adrian finds out, Iâll be skinned for sure. Better discuss with Lens."
"You bastardâhow dare you mess with my wife!"
"Brothers, hack him to pieces!"
Hysterical roars erupted from the crowd, instantly causing screams everywhere.
The big-nosed man was loading the magic books onto the cart when he heard this and perked upâsomeone more miserable than him, how wonderful.
However, he saw several furious, twisted faces lunging at him.
"Kill this scum!"
A dozen or so vagrants in ragged linen clothes, wielding rusty daggers, tackled the big-nosed man to the ground. A pockmarked guy with gaps in his teeth stabbed wildly at the big beardâs neckâin the midst of monstrous screams, blood gushed like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
The big beard wanted to scream, but his windpipe was brutally severedâhe could only make leaking "hiss hiss~" sounds.
Regretâthe big-nosed manâs mind was filled only with endless remorse. Now, he understood: after he bought the church supplies, Phield had immediately sent a guard to hire these mad killers!
A typical vicious noble! He had a happy family, but because of that bastard Lens, heâd sought thrills provoking a noble.
This time, he was truly done for.
Indeed, nobles could easily crush commoners to death.
Even those thugs might not face heavy punishmentâjust bribe with gold coins, and theyâd be out soon. After all, the dead donât provide gold, but the living do.
Lens, fuck your mother!
"Uh~" After twitching a couple of times, the big-nosed man died with eyes wide open.
The coachman, guards, and two helpers suffered tooâsurrounded by the bloodthirsty thugs, stabbed wildly with tetanus blades, they soon lay in pools of blood.
Women screamed at the top of their lungs. Those eager for spectacle pushed inward, while the timid fled outward. The streets, already cluttered with debris and garbage, instantly descended into chaos.
Phieldâs lips curved up as he nodded to Sam.
Sam and the others, relying on their plate armor, swaggered into the crowd and led away the horses loaded with the big-nosed manâs goods.
Meanwhile, Lensâs eyes bulged, his sclera bloodshot, staring in disbelief at it all. Clearly, everything had been under his planâhow had it suddenly turned out like this?
That stupid baron! Damn him!
"Damn, those goods and money!"
Lens realized Phieldâs intent, cold sweat immediately trickling down his back. He was doomedâheâd misappropriated no small sum, and now it was all stolen by Phield! If Baron Adrian found out, heâd skin him alive.
Lens muttered to himself: "I was just messing with himâno, it doesnât even count as messing; this was just legitimate business competition! How could he use such despicable methods!"
In the chaotic crowd, Lens spotted Phield standing on the steps.
"Having fun?" Phield mouthed, then mimed a knife with his hand, drawing it across his neck twice. Under Lensâs dumbfounded gaze, he turned and sauntered away.
"Letâs goâskip buying supplies for now; head outside the city. Also, have someone keep an eye on Kuchiâs movements."
Stretching comfortably, Phield felt ecstatic inside. Today was a great dayâanother nearly two thousand gold coins earned. Indeed, once you cast off the shackles of worldly morals, gold coins come flooding in like a tide.
Dare to disgust me? Watch me play you to death.
It was time to give him a little business warfare shock.
Imagined business warfare: Business elites relying on wisdom and strategy, engaging in brilliant gamesmanship.
Real business warfare: Use a bit of pocket change to solve the problem directly on the physical level.
"My lord, we spent a total of eight gold coins. I swear by the goddess, we followed your instructions completelyânever mentioned your name the whole time." The guard fawned with a smile as he handed over the remaining coins.
"You did very well." Phield, in turn, rewarded him with two silver coins.
The other guards felt a surge of envyâdelivering a message and finding someone could earn two silver coins. From now on, they had to show their faces more in front of the baron.
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