Mo Gan is passionate about wealth, but he is not a wood carving or clay sculpture.
Family love is something he has never experienced before, but apart from being powerful and greedy for treasure, it is his nature to leave the nest and seek a new home.
——Not just the nature of dragons.
Compared to the slow-developing dragons, Mogan's growth followed the other half of his bloodline, basically in sync with the human race. Because of this, after he turned sixteen, he set out on his own and left his family.
Using the scales he shed during his growth period as the basis of funds, Mo Gan searched for materials and traded with vendors in markets in different areas. He traveled throughout the Cole Kingdom and found the small town of Windsor next to Pandora Market half a month ago and bought it. Xia Real Estate temporarily lives in it.
The town of Windsor is surrounded by mountains and has beautiful scenery. Although the soil environment here is not suitable for planting large areas of rice or wheat fields, the strange and mild compound climate makes this land full of vitality and can grow various kinds of graceful flower stamens on demand.
The reason for choosing a place to live is the biggest secret so far since Morgan Grande arrived in this world.
Even the most trusted relatives cannot know.
"A rose, a bouquet of lilies, and carnations."
Mo Gan tapped on the counter gently to remind the somewhat deaf operator.
"Good afternoon, Aunt Sera. As usual, if you have any loose petals, you can wrap them up for me."
In addition to the flowers sold outside, small and exquisite flower shops with wind chimes floating at the door are also a specialty of the small town of Windsor.
Sera Fast is the operator.
She is nearly seventy years old, and she is not a foreigner or a mage. The corners of her eyes are naturally covered with wrinkles given by time. When she smiles, she stretches out and looks kind and kind, no different from a random amiable aunt on the street.
Just richer.
"There are a total of eighteen Cole shields. I'll give you fifteen bucks! Why did you buy so many today?"
Mo Gan put the corresponding coins on the table and nodded politely to the hard-working old man, "Give it to my mother. Her birthday is tomorrow."
"Say hello to her for me! Of course, her birthday should be accompanied by the most beautiful flowers. Your mother should also be very happy to have such a filial and polite child like you - but at this time, could it be that she is coming to town? To see you?"
While talking, Sera carefully selected the flowers, packed the petals, and opened two extra flowers and put them in.
"No. I will ask a courier to help deliver it later." Mo Gan also knew that this warm-hearted old man always thought that he was just living in the town because of the scenery like many others. "Is there any news in the town?"
He chose this flower shop as a passing place not only because the owner was generous and always gave out some generous gifts.
Saving money is certainly a reason, but it is not a decisive fact.
"Except for you, there should be no one." Aunt Sera packed the bouquet with a smile, "Norma's uncle will come to town these two days. They live very close to each other and come here once a month. Visiting relatives. Speaking of this, there is Tang Ji..."
The parents' chatterbox was irresistible as soon as it started, and there were more fragmentary information than Mogan imagined.
Aunt Sera is a well-known good person in the town. Her son and daughter are a teacher and an inspector respectively, which means she has better information channels than others.
More importantly, these premises are all information obtained in a casual conversation that lasted only tens of seconds during the first meeting.
Of course there is no ulterior motive in getting the words out of the mouth of a gentle and talkative old man.
Mogan considers himself to be a half-good person, unlike his mother who was once called the evil dragon - she only got a bad name because she was not familiar with the ways of the world, and she was misunderstood but had no bad intentions.
He just decided that it would be beneficial to communicate with such a person for safety reasons.
After all, intelligence is good for stability, and knowing it helps him keep "that secret" from everyone.
Picking up the neatly arranged bouquets and packages, Mogan walked out of the door, but quickly stopped at the door.
"When did the store opposite open?"
Serra's flower shop is called "Town Flower House" and is located in the center of Windsor.
Not only does this location cost a lot of money, but it also has a regular flow of people, making it a geomantic treasure.
In the only conversation, Mogan also learned that the rent here is high, but for Sera, who is the landlord herself, working only because the retirement life is boring, it is not a problem.
In the same place, there is another one.
What caught Mogan's attention was another large-scale store next to the grocery store opposite. During the few times he visited, the shop, which was large and new, had never been open.
What is even more eye-catching is that in addition to the rare opening, there is also a line of slogans written in very new handwriting at the door of the store, which looks like a dog crawling.
"Magicians and dogs are not allowed inside."
Staring at the extremely conspicuous and rebellious slogan, Mogan squinted his eyes and waited for Sera to come out and take a look.
"Ah, this is Robbie's shop!" Seeing the slogan, Sierra took a breath. "This kid, I haven't seen you for a few days, what is he doing?"
According to Serra, Robbie Reynolds was the son of a wealthy man in the town. He was not welcomed at home. When he became an adult, he was kicked out to open a shop, saying that he should try his best to be self-reliant.
He guarded the store but didn't know how to do business, so he could only gradually lose the little capital given by his family.
Fu Shao has a business heart and has messed up a lot of marketing strategies. The slogans are just sensationalism and have no practical significance, but the effectiveness - so far the empty stores and no need to clean dusty store doors can prove everything.
"Since he didn't give up, where was he the past few days?"
"Robbie also has a shop given to him at home, and he sometimes goes there to mess around - here it is."
To show off her small-town feel, Aunt Sierra even posted a map of the neighborhood on her doorstep. Following her guidance, Mo Gan glanced around and discovered that the so-called store door was a hundred meters away next to Pandora Market.
There is no protection from the market, but there is a good flow of customers, which is an awkward position.
Robby's family has shops in more than a dozen nearby towns, and there are large fields in the mountains. As the future heir to the land and shop, he would naturally not starve to death on the streets, but he would just have to worry about whether he would ruin the family fortune.
Judging from the hygienic condition without dust at the door, he probably doesn't want to be a spendthrift...
But with such talent, I had to accept it.
Morgan felt that the "creativity" that Robbie racked his brains to come up with was not as good as the peace of mind of letting the shop be abandoned.
Temporarily stopping the kind-hearted Sera from running to persuade this junior, Mogan walked into the shop and looked around.
The environment of the store is pretty good, and the goods are arranged very neatly. After a cursory look around, Mogan found that the variety of goods here was quite complete and of high quality, perhaps because no one would buy it and it would not be lost.
My eyes fell on the pricing, and the price was very affordable and completely in line with the market.
It's just that in the center of a small town full of ordinary residents, daily necessities are not sold, but this kind of thing is sold.
In fact, they have no understanding of potential consumers. They focus on quality and quantity, but fail to consider the most basic issues.
"what to buy?"
Voices sounded in the corner of the shop. Mogan turned around and saw the young man leaning on the wicker chair with his legs crossed.
In addition to the red hair like a chicken coop, what most highlighted the shop owner's temperament were the bruises on his eye sockets and the corners of his mouth that were still bloodshot from the wounds.
The person who hit him probably had some deep grudge. The store manager's bold and bold sitting posture didn't seem to be bad, but his face looked serious when he was greeted.
This appears to be Robbie Reynolds, the reserve prodigal with a clear mind.
With such an astonishing "talent" as in the door, it is not surprising at all to be beaten down.
"Your slogan is very unique." Mogan said, "But it contains a lot of magic materials. Don't you seem to have a problem with mages?"
Robbie shrugged, "If I have to find a suitable excuse, maybe an ancestor in my family happened to die at the hands of some mages."
He made it clear that he didn't want to tell the truth.
"Although this answer makes me feel more reassured, I'm sorry that I don't understand the purpose of this slogan."
"Now that you've come in, isn't this fulfilling one of its purposes? Who are you and what are you here to do?"
He could think this way because his business was probably too bad and he was a little self-indulgent. He didn't even think that someone came to the door for serious business.
Morgan sighed, "Speaking of which, I do have a deal here."
Robbie glanced at all his furnishings and goods, and also remembered that this guest didn't seem to be focusing on any of them in particular, and looked up and down, left and right.
Perhaps because he was used to being taken advantage of and defrauded of a lot of capital, the rich young man suddenly became wary.
"I am not purchasing goods here for the time being..."
Ignoring his question, Mo Gan took out a dragon scale from his arms, placed it on the table, and made a direct request.
"First, the slogan at the door needs to be changed so as not to offend anyone; second, the goods here seem to be difficult to sell, so move them to your shop next to the market at the foot of the mountain; third, tomorrow..."
He paused midway, as if he suddenly remembered something, and corrected his wording.
"Before sunrise the day after tomorrow, I want you to take this piece of dragon scale in your hand and walk into Pandora Market. After shopping around, come out directly. Don't worry about other people and things. Go directly to your place at the foot of the mountain. The store door—I’ll wait for you there.”
"Let me tell you, you are so sudden..."
With such a series of instructions slapped on his face, Robbie was a little confused.
Although he sat upright and took the dragon scale, he wanted to continue saying something, but at this moment he saw a golden light flashing in Mo Gan's eyes, his pupils glowing, and scale-like lines spreading behind his eyes.
Mogan did it on purpose.
The glowing pupils and the scales behind the eyes are the most well-known characteristics of the dragons after they transform into human form. Individuals with unstable deformations can easily recover this trait under special conditions, and their tribe itself is like a cash cow in the eyes of the alien races headed by humans. exist.
Just growing up can produce a large number of dragon scales. If it weren't for the fact that this kind of gift is usually only limited to once in a lifetime, and every member of the race itself is extremely powerful and difficult to reproduce, the race that coexists with wealth should have been targeted by criminals long ago. .
"Hey, hey, hey -" Robbie gasped, "You came to my place like a team, what do you want!?"
"Business." Mo Gan answered simply, "I'll give you my secret and the dragon scale as a reward. I don't force you to execute it. If you think my identity is suspicious and want to regret it, you still have a choice. You can put the dragon scale before sunset tomorrow. Aunt Sera opposite the door to Morgan Grande's residence knows where it is - just ask her if you need it."
In fact, Mogan himself felt that the "transaction conditions" he added later were just a shock and had little value.
But for a young man who has never seen the Dragon Clan, it can increase the chance of success. It can be regarded as taking advantage of the prestige of half of the same clan.
However, the arrangement was thoughtful, and Mogan went straight out afterwards, not giving Robbie any time to solve the problem on the spot.
After Morgan left, Robbie looked at the dragon scale in his hand, racked his brains, and finally couldn't make up his mind.
Although his father once said when he was teaching him that although there are not many "Longkou" in the Dragon Clan, they are the most convenient ones to deal with, because they are usually rich and unreasonable. Although most of them have a cold personality, they pay most attention to face.
It's easy to earn money by trading with them. If you be more enthusiastic and proactive, and entertain more attentively, you might even be owed a favor by such a naturally powerful creature.
But Robbie always felt that this guest who came to his door was not ordinary, not a simple and easy-to-deceive species like the legend.
He seems to be a shrewd and down-to-earth... person?
Before the undercurrent in his heart came to an end and he could start the next round of psychological struggle, there was another movement at the door.
Hearing the sound, Robbie bared his teeth and put away the dragon scales first.
He got up and prepared to practice how to "do business" well and understand the possible secrets in negotiating terms.
Don't blame him for making a fuss, there are two customers a day, which is far beyond his usual daily business frequency.
But before Robbie could figure out how to speak, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of the counter.
"The customer you just traded with, where does he live?"
"One or two, why are they not here to do business..." Robbie just thought he was being dazzled, and became a little angry when he heard this, "I'm just selling something, why do I look like I'm running errands for others and asking for information?" character of?"
The guest in white robe seemed to be stunned for a moment, thinking that Robbie's complaint was because he didn't pay. He looked down at the gold coin in his hand, put it back, and took out a gold nugget from his arms.
It is heavier than a gold coin, but the shape is irregular. It is not minted into a gold currency of specified quality according to mainland regulations.
"Give."
Looking at the gold nugget stuffed into his hand, Robbie weighed it more confusedly, only knowing that this thing must be worth a lot of money.
Such a large amount of money was exchanged for this piece of information. How could one be taken advantage of?
Robbie is more familiar with the town area than Morgan imagined. He knows which houses are not occupied, and also knows who has moved in and where they live - during the time when there is no business to do, Aunt Sera's nagging was enough to teach him a lot.
In line with the principle of taking people's money and doing things for them, he patiently explained the location and distance to the "taken advantage of" in front of him.
However, when he raised his head again, the white figure disappeared from sight.
The figure disappeared in an instant. Robbie's look was very real this time, so he stayed where he was even more confused.
On the other side, after returning to his residence with the materials, Mogan breathed a sigh of relief after finishing counting things at the table.
Spells and potions are indeed based on ordinary flower buds, and the scraps from Serra's shop are also tools for his work.
But at least this time, he didn't feel guilty when he said that the touching part was partly true.
So, we still need the last bit of spare material...
Go to the flower field? Or should we make do with it and start?
Opening the door, Mogan glanced at the moonlight shining on the window sill, while thinking about legitimate ways to save money.
Just as he was about to walk towards today's terminal, he discovered that at some point, a figure in a white wizard's robe appeared silently in front of his door.
Morgan suddenly became vigilant, but the defensive measures he had carefully set up had no effect at all.
Teleport?
Such terms flashed across his mind for the first time, and Mogan had almost begun to review the attack magic that he had not practiced for a long time. Teleportation, this is a spell commonly used for assassination on the battlefield. Only extremely powerful magicians can use it.
Magic is not a tool that can be cast casually. In addition to restrictions on mages, each spell is accompanied by corresponding compensation requirements.
It is said that teleportation can enable living creatures to cross the obstacles of time and space and bypass defenses. The effect of teleportation is extremely amazing. The energy and magic consumed are far beyond the reach of ordinary spells. It can even cause the caster to lose his defense in a short period of time. or the force required to attack.
But for visits and visits... this must be too luxurious.
Or does the caster have other intentions?
At this moment, the white-robed wizard in front of him lowered his head quietly, and Mogan could also see him carefully holding up a gold coin. In fact, it was not a gold coin, but Mogan could recognize the familiar aura inside.
His own magical aura.
The false gold coins are disappearing, and the solids are gradually disintegrating in the air, turning into ashes from one end to the other. The scattered ashes are drifting towards Mo Gan little by little with some unknown force, and then the disillusionment disappears and spreads. In the air.
This was the one-time item he used to cause chaos in Pandora's Market and steal everything.
Morgan Grande held her breath.
The wizard looked directly at Mogan, his eyes determined, and Mogan also met a pair of orange pupils under the hood.
"The chosen hero - starting today, I will teach you how to kill me."
