The carrying capacity of the deer cart is not much, and the materials of the second cart are basically broken, so the price given by the old man is also much lower.
After cleaning up all the materials, the shop owner gave a total quotation of seven magic stones.
After the price was agreed upon, Yaro immediately asked about the refining of the potion.
"Sir, you are the famous 'Moon Dancer', why do you need to continue to waste time refining such a common potion?"
The vicissitudes of the old man smiled calmly and said with a hint of thorn: "If you have this time, go to the Dark Plains to hunt a few more monsters, and you can exchange for a lot of purification potions."
There is some truth in what the old man said.
But Yaro's dependence on purification potions was far greater than that of ordinary apprentices. Just like military weapons, he could continue to buy them, but he had to make them.
It's just that Yaro isn't prepared to expose his weaknesses directly.
"Make a price and I'll see if the price is right."
If the gap is not big, you can really consider going to the Dark Plains to hunt for magic stones.
The old man pointedly said: "Although this is just a common potion, it is also the potion that is least likely to be sold. It is also an important craft for many old apprentices to support their families."
Collect, constantly degrade.
Sell, keep raising.
Yaro knew that this was the norm, so he smiled casually and reminded: "The value of something does not depend on its preciousness, but on its scarcity."
"I think as long as twenty magic stones are given, some old apprentices should be interested."
Having said this, Yaro looked at the old man: "Shopkeeper... what do you think?"
The old man was silent for a moment, looked up at Yaro's face, and asked strangely: "Have you taken the rejuvenating potion?"
"Don't say such things." Yaro looked bored.
The old man explained with a wry smile: "My lord, these words are really not something you can express at your age."
After restraining his emotions, the old man said with a serious face: "Sir, you are also very powerful and knowledgeable. So, can you answer a question in my mind?"
"As long as your answer satisfies me, I can give you a free introductory manual for potion refining."
The old man said, taking out an old and thick book.
"The answer satisfies you?" Yaro shook his head and refused, "Just tell me how much the book costs."
Free is often the most expensive.
If possible, Yarrow doesn't want this free.
"Two hundred magic stones."
Yaro looked unkind: "This kind of joke is not very funny."
"Since adults can understand that the value of an item does not depend on its preciousness, then you should also be able to understand that money can bring convenience. Even if you use the method you mentioned, how much time will it waste?"
"Furthermore, an old apprentice who knows how to refine potions will not fall into the trap of selling his potion introductory manuscript for fifty magic stones."
The old man opened the book, and the first page of the book recorded the refining process of the purification potion.
Yaro frowned and reminded: "I should have said that I just want to know how to successfully refine the purification potion."
"I should also say that this is an introductory manuscript for an old pharmacy apprentice."
oh?
Judging from what he means, this book is his introductory manuscript to medicine?
Yaro looked at the old books in the old man's hand, his eyes flickered slightly, he pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "What do you want to ask?"
The old man closed the book, and under his snow-white hair and beard, a pair of brown eyes stared at Yaluo: "Why--you want to kill those people!"
"ha?"
"Killing? Who?"
Yaro almost thought he heard wrongly.
The old man pointed outside the house and emphasized: "The victims of your 'Moon Dancer' title! Those young children!"
"Them? Young kids?"
"Is this your problem? Those predators wandering around the market, those executioners stained with countless innocent blood?"
Yaro felt extremely ridiculous.
The old man growled hoarsely: "They are not executioners, most of them are just temporarily lost children! When they grow up, they will know that it is wrong to do that kind of thing, and they will return to the right path. Many of them are forced into desperate situations by life. , trying to survive there for the time being, they have parents and brothers, they are living people, why are you so vicious in your actions!"
"What about those innocent passers-by who were harmed by them? Are those beasts? Do they deserve to die?"
The old man glared: "Only a small number of them are cruel, how can you lump them together!"
Only part of it is cruel?
Does it mean that it is really cruel, and even old people know about it?
Then instead of trying to find a way to stop it, you blame yourself for being vicious?
Yaro: "You mean, if I get beaten to death by them, I deserve it?"
The old man stared at Yaro and asked in a low voice: "You are so strong, how could they hurt you? Besides, you can just ignore them and leave. Can they stop you?"
strength?
Not to mention that Yaro's strength is only real-time combat power. He can only perform short-term bursts and cannot maintain his strongest fighting state for a long time.
Simply put, his time in the academy was too short, and he did not have enough time to understand the methods of many wizards.
Once various mysterious means such as prayer, curses, and transformation were unleashed on Yaro, he didn't even have the slightest idea of counterattack.
In this case, how dare he hold back?
How dare you let others pry?
As long as someone is snooping, kill them directly!
But it is impossible for Yaro to tell these reasons.
He even wanted to deliberately conceal this information and show an extremely tough stance to prevent others from even being tempted!
After all, you can ride an ordinary elk back and forth to Perrin Castle in one day. For any extraordinary person, it is not too far away!
Therefore, Yaro did not deny it, but asked: "Are your relatives there?"
Apart from this reason, Yaro really couldn't think of any other reason that could make the old man's brain circuit become so weird.
"Is this what you think? Apart from your loved ones, can't you have a little bit of empathy?" the old man said sadly.
"Tolerating evil people is to hate good people! So..." Yaro said word by word, "I can't agree with you!"
Although there are all kinds of people.
Anyone who appears and does anything can happen in reality.
But Yaro really didn't expect to meet such an unreasonable and incomprehensible person.
Unable to understand, unable to communicate.
Yaro no longer wanted to get the book for free, so he stood up and walked out.
The old man shook his head in disappointment: "I didn't expect that you appear to be kind and gentle, but in reality you are so cruel!"
"I never thought that you, an old man, would have such ridiculous thoughts!"
Yaro said coldly and walked away directly.
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