This author has traveled through time and space in a book!

"Ten pounds of mithril's associated ore is exactly one silver coin, and ten pounds of high-grade refined iron ore is exactly three silver coins. Would you like something else? Although these ores don't have any magical elements, they are very beautiful and bling bling. They are perfect as gifts for girls!" After the stall owner gave little John what he wanted, he began to sell a box of gems in the corner.

Well, actually, it was these gems that attracted Little John, but... he didn't know the price, so he didn't dare to ask casually.

"There is no magical element." Little John shook his head silently.

But as soon as he responded, the stall owner started selling desperately.

I have had this pile of "broken gems" in my hands for a long time, and finally I met a customer with a lot of money.

"One silver coin..." Little John mused.

"Oh my, young master, you are really good at bargaining. One silver coin is one silver coin. You are really hitting my heart... Do you need me to deliver the goods to your door?" The stall owner was quite considerate.

"Yes, the Magician's Guild." He originally wanted to ask if 1 silver coin per pound would be okay, but fortunately the stall owner was in a hurry.

This basket must weigh about twenty or thirty kilograms!

A gem that is worthless in this world can be worth a fortune in another world.

That's not the point, the point is that he likes it.

Everyone has their own preferences, like someone having hundreds of bracelets in their previous life...

If you have no material desires at all, you will be close to depression.

He planned to use the mithril ore and iron ore to make some weapons.

After being promoted to a junior magician, he will most likely leave Rhine City and go to the Imperial Capital Magic and Martial Arts Academy to continue his studies.

Wesley had told him about this a long time ago.

It is impossible for every magician to remain complacent. He must measure the land with his footsteps, and then choose a place to build his own magic tower and teach his skills.

That's probably what he meant. What benefit could Wesley get from him? Just the false reputation of a genius magician from the Rhine City Magicians' Guild?

Anyway, for the time being, Little John couldn't see what Wesley wanted from him.

"The Magicians' Guild? Have the magicians started forging iron as well?" The stall owner waited until Little John walked away, then muttered softly, "Oh, it seems I can't be sneaky anymore. I have to deliver the goods to people with guaranteed quality and quantity."

Otherwise, who knows how these eccentric magicians will take revenge on people.

Little John received several payments of "child support" today and has some money in his pocket.

He later opened the purse John gave him and found 271 gold coins and 13 silver coins in it.

It seems that John left all the money he had with him, and I don’t know whether he can return to the imperial capital safely.

That should be possible, he's a great knight after all.

Little John spent his father's money with peace of mind and bought a lot of special items from another world. His farm space is soul-bound and can be carried with him when traveling through time, hehe!

The most important thing is to enrich the species in the space farm.

This world has elves, dwarves, dragons, orcs... There are extremely rich races. It is such a big world, he wants to go and see it.

"Young Master, take a look at the atlas. This is from the Dwarf Kingdom, this is from the Orc Dynasty, and this is from the Elf Queen's territory..."

When Little John squatted down beside a stall again, the stall owner was also actively introducing it.

What can I say about these atlases? They look very abstract and appear to be hand-drawn, similar to the surrounding areas of some tourist attractions.

Buy it, a few silver coins... Well, it doesn’t seem cheap, but these picture albums are all made of leather, so it’s normal that they are not cheap.

After buying a bunch of random things and just returning to the Magician's Guild, Little John was pounced on and hugged by a screaming woman.

"Ahhh! Little John, you know what? I was stuck at the seventh-level magician apprentice for so long because I couldn't concentrate at the last moment of meditation. Meditation potions are hard to buy and have serious side effects. I didn't expect that potion called coffee you gave me would really work! I've broken through to the eighth-level magician apprentice, hahahaha! Thank you, Little John!"

"mua! mua! mua!"

I was molested... Little John rubbed his face hard several times, trying to wipe off the lip marks and saliva on it. Magicians are really crazy.

"Um, Little John, coffee... do you have any more?" Old Abby, a magician with a very weak presence, suddenly appeared, rubbing his hands, looking at Little John with anticipation.

"Of course. Are you going to try it too? Get some sleep first. Coffee may be effective for us magician apprentices, but it may not have much effect on a formal magician like you." Little John said honestly.

After all, coffee is not some magical plant.

"I want to try. Although this magic pocket is one I've used, it's very clean and well-maintained. Can I exchange it for some coffee with you?" Old Abby said, pulling out a pocket from his magic robe.

How should I put it, it's a bit like a flour bag, with a smooth texture.

"It can hold about 1000 kilograms, or 2 cubic meters, of stuff." Old Abby introduced how to use the magic pocket.

Got it, a storage bag from a fantasy world.

Little John is still very interested in this. After all, it will make shopping more convenient for him.

Use the magic pocket as a medium to store things in the farm space, awesome!

So, Little John rummaged through his left magic pocket and took out a bag of coffee weighing about half a pound. He then rummaged through his right pocket and took out another half a pound, using a knight-style leather bag sold on the street.

"Would you like to try it first?" Two bags of coffee beans weighing one pound each, will last for a while, right?

Old Abby didn't think he was losing money in this business.

He will still calculate the cost of exchanging something he no longer needs for something he does need.

"Okay! I know what to do!" Old Abby said, took two bags of coffee and left without giving Little John a chance to continue speaking.

Jenny, who had returned, blushed and handed little John a brand new magic robe with 36 pockets!

If he went to the Beggars' Sect, wouldn't he be an elder with 36 bags?

"Little John, I'd like to exchange some more coffee, too."

"There is no coffee now. Let's wait for two days." Little John shook his head. He looked on the street and found that there was indeed no such thing as coffee here.

He can't take this thing out indefinitely.

"Well, I think I need to consolidate my magical realm as well." Jenny thought this was normal? After all, she saw the deal between Old Abby and Little John.

Put the magic robe into the magic pocket, and then put the magic pocket into the magic robe. Hmm, it fits perfectly!

One after another, people delivered goods to his door. Little John collected everything before returning to his room.

He is considered to be the boss of the Magician's Guild. After all, he has an INTJ personality and he likes to be alone.

……

"Why has Little John been going out so often lately?" Wesley asked Jenny, who was slacking off at the front desk.

"He's been going to the nearby blacksmith shop a lot lately, saying he wants to make a handy weapon." Jenny took a sip of coffee with an expression of enjoyment.

The magician has no shortage of money, so she can add milk and sugar to her coffee, making a latte...