The preparation of potions is very tedious. In addition to purchasing according to the potion formula, it is generally necessary to try the potion in advance to ensure that the formula and the effective dosage of the materials are completely consistent, and at the same time to adapt to the different magical characteristics of each person, so as not to waste all the efforts due to conflicting properties. .
Any mistake may cause the entire potion to become ineffective and cost a lot of money. But if someone knew the demand for all the potion materials from the beginning, and told them clearly what the quality range was, and what the optimal solution for the year was, then it would be a simple process like buying vegetables in the market, and it wouldn’t cost too much. Much thought.
Pandora Market is as chaotic and orderly as ever, but this time it comes earlier than yesterday.
The stalls are now more deserted and the flow of customers is relatively less. Instead, there were laborers coming and going, carrying goods in batches to the stalls, and horsemen pulling carts from one end to the other.
Mo Gan had no idea that he came to Pandora Market again not for his little tricks.
At this moment, Lucifer was placed alone on the east side of Pandora Market, extremely quiet.
The noble king not only remained silent, but even wore a hood. Mogan also just discovered that His Majesty the King seems to be quite resistant to being near crowded places. He would rather hide under the hood and continue to think about how to defeat the Rubik's Cube simply and conveniently.
This is understandable. After discovering that there was a formal solution to the Rubik's Cube, His Excellency Lucifer Lestus never had time to think carefully. He was either talking to the shopkeeper who liked to mention his "friend", telling people stories, or arguing with reason.
It was the same on the way here. The king has a good habit of looking at his feet while walking, and will not just look at the Rubik's Cube while walking.
In fact, Mogan didn't want to spend time buying groceries during his original break, but His Majesty the King gave him too much.
At first, only the gold nuggets were melted for Robbie. It seemed that Lucifer only had gold on him before, and he was not sure what the gold coins now sold by the Kingdom of Cole looked like. He didn't want to expose the fact that he was not a local through a gold coin.
With Mogan's treasure collection as a reference, the wealthy king easily made ten Kohl's standard gold coins.
The finished product is beautiful and basically identical. Since hard currency like gold coins only depends on weight, there is no obstacle to its use. In addition to the amount required for dispensing the medicine, it also includes excipients such as licorice liquid that Mo Gan has reserved and can provide.
The remaining part can be put into Mogan's pocket and used as the cost of running errands. Mo Gan estimated the market price and found that even if the consumption of other auxiliary materials was deducted, he could earn three gold coins at a time.
"Eighteen water leaf insect eggs and five cloud scale grass. At this price, it's better to grab them."
"Eighteen water leaf insect eggs, five cloud scale grass. Well, the cloud scale grass is of good quality, how about three gold coins? Deal."
"Eighteen water leaf insect eggs—your eggs, I sincerely suggest that you feed them to the chickens. It is better than leaving the space empty."
"Eighteen water leaf insect eggs..."
After walking through half the street smoothly, Mo Gan saw an acquaintance as soon as he finished saying this again.
In front of the counter, a half-grown man was lying on a clear corner of the table. He raised his head when he heard someone asking.
The two looked at each other.
This is exactly the little thief wrapped in black robe that he saw when he first came here. He is now wearing new clothes and puts his hands in his pockets to keep warm. The only flaw in this outfit is the folds of the clothes on the right shoulder and the body. The otherwise well-tended corners look out of place.
The young man was looking at the stall like a human being just now, with countless goods neatly placed on the table. He raised his head when he heard the sound.
"What do you need..."
"How much?"
Mo Gan was not biased, his expression was normal, as if he had never seen this person before, and he spoke normally.
"Three, three gold coins..."
The kid shook his eyes and quickly reacted. He couldn't help but rub his eyes when he panicked, and even stammered.
"Two?"
It’s just that Mo Gan didn’t feel much about that grudge. He spoke while looking at the goods, thinking it would be a good idea to take the opportunity to bargain.
"no!"
When it comes to money, I become smarter.
In fact, Mo Gan was not disappointed. The two materials he wanted today had market prices that were common across the country. Basically, the prices had not changed, so there was no room for bargaining.
After all, there are no geographical requirements for their cultivation. They can appear in special areas except deserts. What limits production is only the probability of survival and the ability of the cultivator. The water leaf insect eggs on this stall happened to be pretty good. Mogan looked at them and found that they were of moderate fullness and color. Maybe you can get some extra money if you take it back. Think about it, you might be able to earn one-sixth of a gold coin.
"OK."
Mogan simply gave the money.
He is not that possessive about the gold coins that are not really in his hands but are just used to buy things for others. At least he will not squander the few dozen dragon scales he has left.
After taking the three gold coins, the little thief rubbed his eyes again and took the opportunity to secretly look at Mo Gan's face. It seemed that although he could see who it was yesterday, he was not sure because there was no feedback from the other party.
I was so distracted that I almost dropped something on the ground while helping to pack it.
Mo Gan sighed, "You can't hold this thing securely. I really don't blame you for not being a thief."
"I didn't!" The little thief looked panicked, stared at Mogan and lowered his voice, "I...I'm doing something serious!"
Without the obstruction of the hood, if you take a closer look and eliminate prejudice, you can see that this little thief is actually still a child, but he is taller than his peers. Mo Gan's own height is outstanding among ordinary people, perhaps due to the influence of dragon blood. For this reason, he is also more sensitive to this special situation. He subconsciously felt that the tall man was not too young, and he did not notice this until yesterday.
But it is much more obvious when sitting in front of the stall.
Judging from the skills that were slightly revealed yesterday, this child's physical fitness is not bad. Correspondingly, it may be because the height of this age is relatively fast, and the development of young people has not caught up with the growth rate for the time being, making him appear half-baked. The big guy has a thin torso, and his figure without a cloak is like a tall and thin bamboo pole.
There are also panic-stricken eyes that look directly at passers-by and himself, his hands that don’t know where to put them, and his overly formal attire all confirm this - this thief who was temporarily dismissed is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he may have just been Start learning to live alone.
Yes, live alone.
"I'm not going to compete with my children." Mo Gan laughed. "It's not easy to live alone. It's good to work for a stall owner to make a living. But if you are hesitant about whether to put away the scraps when selling goods, Put it in your pocket, I suggest you give up this idea and change into clothes with a less obvious purpose before your boss comes to change your shift later. What's your name?"
"We... Frank!"
The obvious change of words made Morgan narrow his eyes, and soon, the kid who called himself Frank noticed something strange and his eyes widened.
"How do you know - no, that's not the case!"
"Yesterday I was a thief, today I'm a stall keeper. I don't have a fixed residence. I dress up deliberately to look like a human being, but the clothes I choose are the least resistant to getting dirty."
Frank hesitated and quibbled, "This is... a gift from my brother last night to celebrate my work."
He made up the excuse quickly enough and was quite clever.
Mo Gan twitched his lips and continued to ask, "Why did you go to the beach to stay all night when you were free to receive gifts at night?"
At this time, Frank was really uneasy and couldn't even think of a way to refute, but Morgan continued unhurriedly.
"You dress up very seriously, and you bought new clothes, but you can't help but sleep on your stomach when there are few customers so early today - if you were still free to receive gifts yesterday, you wouldn't be like this. As for why, I know You won’t be watching the stalls for a long time. There are so many good things. If I were the boss, I wouldn’t be able to let a child look at them all day.”
Morgan glanced at Frank's frozen expression for a moment, then continued.
"The purpose of changing clothes is to cover up the traces of sand. It's very tiring to stay up late. You can't stand on the beach all the time. If you want to make up for what I said about 'not being able to bear dirt', you immediately claim that you have an inexperienced brother. But if I were You obviously won’t reveal completely correct information, but you will follow your familiar ideas, so you have brothers and sisters, but you are not a brother..."
Seeing the other person observing for a while and saying a few casual words, he was about to clean up whatever breakfast he had today. Frank reacted for a while and suddenly discovered the contradictions and differences between what he saw and heard today and yesterday.
"Why do you talk so much today?"
In the eyes of this "Frank", the Morgan of yesterday and today are completely different people.
Both are scary, but not the same.
Mogan knocked on the table out of habit, feeling the same feeling as yesterday.
This is the same stall he visited yesterday, but the person guarding the stall is different.
But seeing through this so-called Frank is just looking after the stall and will change his shift later, so it can't be completely considered a trick.
After all, there were unspoken clues and many additional details he saw, and Mogan couldn't be sure of all his guesses.
For example, the young man with a pseudonym has obvious wrinkles on his shoulders after carrying something on his shoulders, which is incompatible with other clean areas;
For another example, rubbing your eyes twice in a row is not only due to sleepiness, but also because you stayed at the beach for too long and subconsciously felt that there was sand in your eyes.
There are too many possibilities in the world, and Mogan wants to integrate them all just to get clues that will benefit him.
He is good at reading people and rarely makes mistakes. The most likely mistake is simply not seeing enough and having too little information.
Another point is that he is usually better at hiding his clumsiness, and his direct inferences are never just for show.
"Your boss has a keen sense of smell and knows a lot." Morgan smiled, "Since you said your name is Frank, then I will call you Frank. Little Mr. Frank, did you go to see the pirates setting off the cannon last night? "
Frank was speechless.
"I won't embarrass you, I just want some convenient answers - what kind of information does your boss want? I want what kind of information I want now."
