Lord of Spells from Faerûn

Utris nodded and pointed out the layout of the store to Imrik: "Here are the spell scrolls, here are the spell items, and here are the spell materials."

Imrik walked to the spell scrolls and looked through them. Most of the scrolls here were also popular spells on the market. The only second-level spells were Spider Web and Command the Undead.

He selected these two scrolls and planned to buy them back and copy them.

Spider Web is a terrain-dependent control spell that is used very frequently.

Not to mention commanding the undead, priests are a rarer profession than mages. Basically, the adventurer team can only rely on paladins to fight evil.

There are undead creatures in most adventure areas. The effect of Command Undead can control an undead creature and can be released continuously. It is a popular purchase choice for most adventurers.

The store also sells scrolls of the third-level spell Fireball, but unfortunately Imrik has already copied this spell.

Imrik walked to the magic item counter again. Most of the staff rings were magic storage weapons.

It is basically useless for Imrik, after all, he has unlimited spell slots and does not need to rely on equipment.

What's more, these magical weapons, which cost hundreds of gold coins, are not something he can enjoy for the time being.

The two second-level spell scrolls totaled 140 gold coins. Imrik took some more materials for making spell scrolls, and all the gold coins he had were basically consumed.

Utris saw him buying the materials for the spell scroll and asked him with a smile: "Are you interested in making a spell scroll for sale? The purchase price for the first ring is ten gold coins, the purchase price for the second ring is sixty gold coins, and the purchase price for the third ring is one hundred and twenty gold coins. gold."

Imric nodded and said, "Of course, I have stored a large number of scrolls to sell."

He paused and tried to find a reason for the time it took him to make the scroll:

"But, I have to go out during this period. Let's talk about it after I come back."

After Imric paid the money, he said hello to Utris and left.

In the next few days, he started the crazy copying mode again.

The servants in the mage's mansion are no longer surprised that their master hides in his room every day.

Second-level spells are more time-consuming than first-level spells. After five days of transcribing, Imrik only completed one hundred and ten scrolls for commanding the undead.

Continuously concentrating on copying second-level spells, Imrik reached his limit and had to stop.

Qing Qing calculated in his mind: I now have one hundred and fifty one-ring scrolls, with a profit of 750 gold coins, and one hundred and ten two-ring scrolls, with a profit of 3,300 gold coins, which is exactly enough for 4,000.

Imrik expressed that he was very satisfied. Mage has always been a very expensive profession. Fortunately, relying on the characteristics of the Endless Book, Imrik has been able to make a living by selling spell scrolls in the past few years, even among low-level mages. A very good petty bourgeoisie life.

Imric came to the witchcraft shop carrying a large bag of spell scrolls. Utris saw it and hurriedly greeted him: "So many scrolls, my God, how long will they last?"

Imrik gave her a vaccination, paving the way for the long-term deal ahead:

"It's only been a few months. In fact, I've been short of money in the past year or two. I basically squeezed out all my spell slots every day to make spell scrolls."

Utris couldn't help but clicked her tongue after hearing this. As a well-informed and powerful warlock, she could see that Imric was just a small third-level mage. His daily spell slots only lasted for two second-level spells. So many. Scrolls, even if all the spell scrolls are made every day, it will take nearly two months.

She couldn't help but shudder. Fortunately, she survived and relied on this shop to make money. If she was allowed to make scrolls like an animal three hundred and sixty-five days a year, she would rather die, although as a warlock She has no ability to make scrolls.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Imric with admiration. King Juan was admired no matter where he was.

However, as long as she could make money, it didn't affect her at all. It wasn't her fault anyway. Realizing that the little mage in front of her was unexpectedly diligent, she couldn't help but said in a more enthusiastic tone:

"It's really hard work. There are so many scrolls. I counted them. There are 150 one-ring scrolls, priced at 1,500 gold coins. There are 110 two-ring spell scrolls, priced at 3,600 gold coins. The total is 5,100 gold coins."

Satisfied, she took out a bag full of gold coins and handed it to Imrik, summoning a little lemure to move the spell scrolls to the warehouse behind the house.

Utris said to Imric: "Since you have a long-term need to sell scrolls, come to me in the future. I will charge you as much as you want at the same price. Of course, the premise is that these are scrolls of popular spells."

Imric smiled and agreed. This was his original purpose. Now with the addition of the Chamber of Commerce, he could make and sell twice as many scrolls every month. It's a pity that in order not to attract attention, it is impossible to produce as many second-level spell scrolls as today, and they must be allocated strictly according to the spell slots of normal mages.

He did not let money go to his head. Instead, he set a cordon in his heart and warned himself not to get carried away.

It has always been Imrik's life creed to carefully hide under the water of this world when he is weak, and to wait until he has enough ability to realize his ambitions.

After getting the money, Imric hurried to the slave gathering in the eastern outer city. Although the 4,000 gold coin French creature was not something ordinary people could afford, he was still worried about the possibility of others getting there first.

Fortunately, when we arrived at the slave gathering, the two-headed hapless man who was hypnotized and the halfling shopkeeper who couldn't sell him remained the same.

Imrik pretended to be surprised when he passed by the store and asked: "Shopkeeper, it's been a few days and it hasn't been sold yet. I just said that the market for this French creature is not very good."

When the halfling shop owner saw it was him, he sat down in a daze with his already excited body: "Yes... someone bought it, but there are fewer people these days. Guest, why don't you think about it again?"

Imric looked at the two-headed tauren hesitantly, shook his head and said, "It's okay to buy it, but your price needs to be reduced.

Shopkeeper, this is not the first time we have met outsiders. Let me tell you the truth.

The lifespan of most Faqu creatures is not very long, and ordinary people do not understand it. Only us mages may research the need to buy it back. "

After saying that, he pretended to think about it again, gritted his teeth and said: "Let's do it cheaper. I only have a total of 3,500 gold coins. If I can, I will buy it.

I have never seen a Faqu creature before, so I might as well buy it and study it, but I can’t afford more. "

The halfling thought about it hesitantly. He didn't lose money for 3,500 gold coins, but he couldn't make much money at all.

But after thinking about it, there were not many customers who even inquired in the past few days. Most of them were scared away by his appearance, and he felt a little worried.

He raised his head and persuaded hard: "3,500, that's too low. I've even lost money. Mr. Master, 3,900, this is the lowest price. No matter how low it is, I'll really lose money."

Imric sighed after hearing this and turned around to leave. The halfling saw that he really had no money and shouted before he took two steps:

"Forget it! Come back, Mr. Master, I gave you this order. Oops, you really lost a lot of money. Not only did you not make any money, but I also gave you some money. Please come and patronize my business more in the future!"