The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Not long after, William came to a building that looked like a mill, and stopped. The door was open. From time to time, villagers came in and out with grain on their backs. From the gap, William saw a heavy millstone.

"Master, master, that weird aura comes from here, but it's very faint, and I can't find out its source!" The magic mirror reported in William's mind.

William frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked softly, "What is this strange aura? Do you know?"

The magic mirror didn't answer right away, but thought for a while before replying, "Master, master, this breath has the breath of death, but it's far more than that, full of sighs, and also has a sense of death. The taste of eternal silence."

"A breath of death? Are you saying that there are resentful spirits here?" William's heart moved.

"There is such a possibility." The magic mirror was uncertain.

One of William's potions was short of the main ingredient, Wraith.

The formation of resentful spirits requires a lot of luck. In this fairy tale world, the souls of ordinary people dissipate soon after death. William doesn't know whether they have completely disappeared or gone to other worlds. There are only a small number of dead people. Only thoughts or resentment, as well as the environmental impact of death at that time, will become a resentful spirit.

Wizards tortured human beings, and "artificial methods" could also create wraiths.

However, this method is too cruel. William can attack the enemy, but he can't kill the innocent, so he has always lacked raw materials such as wraiths.

William couldn't bear to do it himself, but if there was a vengeful spirit coming to his door, he wouldn't foolishly refuse.

His mental strength has fallen into a bottleneck recently, and it is precisely the stimulation of the potion that is needed to assist in breaking through.

William's behavior of talking to himself made the farmer missing his front teeth feel strange. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "My honored guest, are you going to buy food?"

"Then you've come to the wrong place. This is where the wheat is ground. The bakery is near where Mr. Billy lives."

"I can assure you that there is nothing better in the world than the bread from our farm!"

The farmer with missing front teeth patted his shoulder and vowed, but William's attention was all on that weird aura, so he had no time to pay attention to a little mortal!

He didn't say a word, just looked left and right, often pretending to be in deep thought.

William's behavior embarrassed the toothless farmer, and his words were completely ignored.

Fortunately, this was not the first time this kind of thing happened, he was used to it, and he didn't become angry, but closed his mouth and waited silently.

At this time, William's strange face also attracted the miller's attention.

The miller was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with gray hair, and a kind smile hung on his cheeks, which looked like the cratered moon in William's previous life.

He walked out of the mill, walked towards William with a faint smile, and said hello, "Hello, Mr. Merchant who can bring you rich things!"

"How do you know I'm a businessman?" William recovered from his contemplation, raised his head, glanced at the miller, and asked.

The miller pointed to the villagers inside the mill and said, "In Bia Farm, there are no secrets!"

"That's right!" A loud voice came from behind William.

William looked back and saw a fat man weighing at least two hundred catties, with a funnel-like figure and a stomach weighing forty to fifty catties, striding over.

Behind him, followed by two farmers wearing nondescript armor, holding two green daggers in their hands.

The green color on the short sword is not poisoned, but it may have been oxidized for too long.

Without the magic mirror to explain, William could tell from the respectful expressions of ordinary people that this fat man was the owner of the farm, the so-called Mr. Billy.

Mr. Billy quickly walked not far in front of William, looked at William pretending to be reserved, and said, "Outsider,

I heard that you want to trade salt with our farm! "

"Yes!" William couldn't find the aura even with the magic mirror. He thought it might be because of the daytime, and it might be easier to find it at night. With this in mind, William calmly answered the farm owner's question.

"Oh, take it out and show me."

William then pretended to take out a sack full of coarse salt from his arms, and opened it for them to see.

In an instant, the breathing of the people around became rapid.

That is salt, the gold of life!

Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, was the first to recover. He looked greedily at the salt in William's hand, and violence and hesitation flashed alternately in his eyes, and finally turned into a simple sentence.

"Very good! So, merchant, what do you want in exchange?"

William is very measured, the amount of salt shown is neither too much nor too little, and the amount is about the same. Too much will not cause ordinary people to take risks. A lot of money.

"Interesting things!" William replied casually, his eyes still not staying in the mill room.

"Then you have come to the right place. Billy's Farm will never disappoint her guests. What do you want in exchange? As long as I have it in my farm, but I have to say, if you want something in my farm No, then no other farms will either!" Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, boasted.

William didn't respond at all, just nodded lightly and said, "I still need to take a look first."

"What do you want to see, I'll let him take you there!" The owner of the farm remembered his identity, and he couldn't be too casual, this is the so-called price drop.

"I'm more interested in this mill. I want to take a closer look, if possible, I want to live here tonight, take a look!" William said straight to the point, he just didn't want to make an exaggerated behavior, causing Come to the attention of the Holy See, but this does not mean that he needs to accommodate ordinary people.

For ordinary people, he felt that he was patient enough.

As soon as William finished speaking, the owner of the farm, Mr. Billy, hadn't expressed his opinion. The miller, who had become silent after the owner of the farm came over, jumped out and said loudly, "No! I won't allow it!"

"What do you not allow?" An ordinary person dares to question his opinion, is it because he is acting too harmless.

William glanced at the miller indifferently, and the aura of being an official liquefaction wizard pressed on the miller, making the miller's forehead burst into cold sweat.

"No, what I mean is that the mill is your reference during the day, but not at night! We are all going to sleep! And..." The miller hesitated to speak.

"And what?" William asked immediately.

"Besides, the mill is haunted at night..."

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