Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

"Just three hundred copper coins, that's all I took."

Windlo told the truth. Even if he squeezed himself dry, he would only have 297 copper coins on him. No, it was 3 copper coins, and there were copper coins left for the city entry tax.

Upon hearing this, the pottery shop owner was shocked. A drop of cold sweat quickly dripped down his face and his expression shrank, but he still smiled again in a very short time.

"This is weird. I can make a profit from selling this batch of pottery for 200 copper coins. My lowest expectation is 297 copper coins. Could this guy be in the same business as me?"

A series of thoughts flashed through the shop owner's mind, but Windlow's attention was always on the pottery and he didn't even look at him.

"This guy, he must know that the price I have in mind is 297 copper coins. He must know, but how did he know? Think about what he just said, he only took 300 copper coins, could he be a spy sent by other stores?"

The shop owner had already turned around, with a worried look on his face, and was stroking his chin with his right hand, thinking deeply.

"I thought this guy was just an outsider who didn't know the value of things. Could he be someone sent by the Mayor's Council? My unauthorized price increase has been discovered? That's not good."

The Mayor's Council is an institution that protects businesses within the empire. After all, if every store and factory starts a price war, it will be very unfavorable for merchants to make money.

This organization was established to prevent large-scale price increases and price cuts from affecting the imperial economy, and any individuals and guilds that go against them will be severely sanctioned.

His heart trembled again, and he quickly turned around to look at Windlow. Fortunately, this boy's attention was still focused on the pottery.

The shop owner hurried over with a smile on his face.

"Young man, you know what you're talking about. Okay, okay, since you're a new customer and you know a lot about pottery, I'll give you 300 copper coins. Deal."

Ah, Wendlow was also shocked. Bargaining to cut the price in half was just a strategy he often used before he traveled through time. He couldn't afford it in the first place, but now the deal was done?

Could it be that there is something wrong with this batch of pottery?

He gently picked up the pottery and looked at it from left to right, but he couldn't understand it, so he could only pretend.

But this scene scared the shop owner so much that he thought he had met an expert. Just as he was thinking about the follow-up explanation, Windlow put down the pottery in his hand.

He really couldn't understand it, but he could see that there were no cracks on the pottery.

He slowly took out the copper coins from his wallet, one by one, exactly 297 coins, not one more, not one less.

"That's all."

Wendlow spread his hands, indicating that this was all the money he had and the boss could sell it or not.

But in the eyes of the shop owner, it was as if he was facing the trial of the Mayor's Council in person.

"Why, why could this guy see through the price in my mind at a glance? It's exactly 297, not more, not less, is it possible?"

The shop owner was already beginning to get scared, because he knew the man standing in front of him was a wealthy businessman and council member. Fortunately, he had been more cautious before and did not ask for an even more outrageous price just because of the patches on his body.

Seeing the shop owner standing there in a daze, this was not good news. It was very likely that this guy would directly refuse the transaction.

He immediately pushed all the money out, then took all the pottery over, and also took a linen backpack from the shop owner. After packing all the things, he left quickly.

It was not until Wendlow left that the shop owner came to his senses and quickly closed the door of his shop.

He was very sure that he had met someone from the Mayor's Council and had to stay out of the spotlight for the next few days.

As for Windlow, he got a great bargain and had already run to the Rick River in the city of Altdorf.

I got the item which originally cost 500 copper coins with just 297 copper coins. The shop owner will definitely regret it and look for me everywhere.

So, if you get an advantage, you have to act nicely.

As a time traveler, Windlow understood a basic truth very well.

Anyone who shows off after getting a bargain will definitely be plagued by bad luck in the future. The most important thing a person should do is to make a fortune in silence.

He sat down on the stone bricks along the Rick River, stretched out his legs, hid his body, and waited patiently. If everything went smoothly today, the pottery in his bag would completely become his property.

Besides, since he was penniless, sitting still could save his energy and prevent him from going hungry.

As the water in the Rick River continued to flow westward, the sun slowly sank and the entire capital was shrouded in a layer of night. Candles around began to light up, and shops operating night business opened one by one.

The night of Altdorf has also arrived.

After brushing the dust off his butt, Wendlow stood up from the ground and stretched.

Although there is no danger from beasts and animals in the city, you still need to face various potential risks in the city.

Whenever night falls, the ratmen lurking under the city of Altdorf will come out to look for food and assassinate targets. These rats, as big as humans, will crawl out of all kinds of unexpected sewers. When the victim's throat is cut by a dagger, only a pair of scarlet eyes can be seen.

Halfling thieves also do their own thieving after nightfall, with these small creatures stealing anything that is not locked and keeping it for themselves.

Whether in the city or in the countryside, you must pay attention to your personal safety at night.

Windlow continued walking along the river, trying to find a suitable place to spend the night. He happened to come to a shallow muddy area that no one would visit, so perhaps he could spend the night there.

But at this moment, a figure by the river attracted his attention.

She had a tall figure, long purple hair, and a pair of pupils that emitted a faint purple glow. Even though that girl had completely covered her ears with her hair, Windlow could see through her identity at a glance.

She is an elf, and a dark elf at that.

The dark elves are the most terrifying branch of the elves.

In the beginning, when the elves were still a unified race, these elves were just soldiers fighting on the front line against demons, and they gradually developed bloodthirsty and warmongering habits in the battle.

After all the demons were exiled, this group of bloodthirsty and warlike elves were not accepted by the mainstream elven society. They were forced to live in the northernmost part of the elven world, a wasteland, which was equivalent to exile.

Later, there was a civil war, which completely divided the elves into two races. This group of bloodthirsty and warlike elves called themselves Duruchi, and other races called them dark elves.

Wendlow had no hostility towards the dark elves. As for why a dark elf would come to Altdorf, the capital of the Sigma Empire? Perhaps it was to carry out some assassination mission.

He didn't bother him and left first to avoid becoming the target of that guy.

Little did he know that his footsteps were completely exposed and clearly heard by the dark elf. Before he could react, a slender dagger was placed on his neck.