Half-elf Notebook

No businessman would refuse a profitable business that comes to his doorstep.

What's more, as a businessman who owns a shop.

"What kind of sheep do you want? Wild ones are more expensive. The cheapest ones are the ones that are raised in large quantities and are grazing. They are sheep, and one tanned hide costs twenty-three silver coins. Without the wool, lambs are even cheaper."

"The cheapest one, can you cut it to scroll size?"

Ina made her request, counting out twenty-three coins and sweeping them out from the pile of silver coins.

She had entered the rank of high-level magician, but now she couldn't even find the edge of the next small rank.

If you want to use this to further improve your strength, you can't expect it in the short term.

The rest is nothing more than learning new magic, obtaining magic scrolls, magic items and dragon energy weapons.

The latter two are almost out of stock, and even if she finds something useful, she probably can't afford it.

Therefore, in addition to learning spells of the same level in daily life.

Obtaining magic scrolls is also one of the few ways for Ina to significantly improve combat capabilities.

Imagine that once the battle starts, I can just tear her apart with a few fifth-tier spells to give to the other side...

What role does she, a junior high-level magician, have?

How to get started… Making it yourself is naturally the first choice.

Scrolls above level 4 are controlled items that are expressly prohibited from circulation by the kingdom.

To put it another way, even if she became a member of the Magician's Association, obtained a certain quota, or bought some from Uncle Shuxi, it would not be of much help to her future hunting.

There is no need to hunt for magic scrolls that cost hundreds of gold coins each.

"No problem. The processing fee is included in the twenty-three silver ounces. Cutting takes time. Do you want to wait now or pick it up the next day?"

Kineler took back the silver coin and asked casually.

"Now."

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"Are you free next week? I heard that Her Royal Highness the Festival Princess will come for a parade." An Yasi, who had just fooled a customer into buying a bottle of unknown potion and took over his father's job of looking after the store, came over and said:

"I know a dessert shop in a great location."

Her eyes moved between the two women, and then fell on the only man, Mitaokol, with interest.

He looked at the three of them with an "oh" expression.

"A hunting festival?" Mitaokal said regretfully:

"It wasn't possible in the past few days because the shop was very busy. My father would definitely not let me, a cheap blacksmith's assistant, wander around outside."

Xi Liya declined the invitation for the same reason. As one of the few grand festivals in the year

Certain medicinal powders and potions are always in short supply in herbal medicine stores.

The medicinal powder is easy to make, but the processing and boiling of various herbs for the medicine requires manpower.

"Then it's just me and Ina again. That's boring."

Anya Si did not hide her disappointment at all.

"I'm so sorry that I'm the only one."

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After the three people left, the door of the shop closed with a clear sound.

Kinelay roughly pushed a basket of potions in front of the man in the robe.

The bottles clanged against each other and it was not surprising to see a few of them break at any time.

"That's all I have. Get out of here now if you get it. This is not a bar for prostitutes, and the customers in my shop are not prostitutes for you to watch."

Kinelay put away the kindness and politeness he showed to ordinary guests.

He was quite impatient with the scarred man and said bluntly:

"If you can play with women to the point where you can't help but laugh at underage girls, I don't mind giving you a bottle of powerful sedative for free, or finding a reliable doctor for you, Mr. Former Bounty Hunter."

"Haha, no, I just saw an 'acquaintance'. I didn't expect that after not seeing her for five years, she has become so beautiful."

The scarred man let out a creepy laugh and shook his head with regret.

"It was a pity that she was lost back then. I bet she would never lose to those beauties that the nobles spent hundreds or thousands of gold coins to keep, especially those pair of indifferent green eyes."

"Bah! If you want it so badly, why don't you just do it directly, like before, bring a few useless subordinates, hunt her down like a hound, put shackles around her neck, and then wag your tail to beg for mercy from your customers?"

"Let me guess, how much gold coins are the rich and nobles willing to spend on a charming and beautiful half-elf slave? Hundreds? Thousands?"

"This dog food will give you enough to live happily for several years, won't it?"

Kinell sneered mercilessly, showing his contempt for him.

It was as if he didn't see the long sword hidden at the man's waist, and didn't realize the other party's strength.

Even though he knew that the scarred man who was a table away from him had a way to slit his throat in an instant.

Just as he took the gold out of his purse, he also took away his life, and nothing changed.

He hated the man he used to work with, hated the gang that was still harassing him and wouldn't let him go, and he also hated himself for doing anything evil for money.

"You don't have to be so aggressive, Kinerel."

"I know I'm not welcome, so I didn't dare to attack that little girl. She's a half-elf who's capable of hunting down third-level monsters. Even if I and my dozen thugs attack her together, we may not be able to kill her."

The scarred man shrugged, picked up the basket, and was about to leave.

The customers in the store and Anya Si did not turn their attention to this side because of the conversation between the two.

It is not uncommon for shop owners to quarrel with customers because they cannot agree on prices.

"If you want to be popular, bring some normal business."

Kernler used a wet rag to clean the long table covered with animal blood, his eyes never leaving the other party as he said:

"Mr. the current "Executor" of the Vandel Gang."

"You know, that's impossible, Mr. former best pharmacist of the Vander Gang."

He answered in a deliberately low voice.

The shaking wooden door was opened again, and the bright midday sunlight shone into the store, illuminating a large area of ​​floor tiles.

But it gradually disappeared as the door was about to close.

Kineler slumped down on a wooden chair, his expression twisted and painful as the last ray of morning light disappeared.

"damn it."