Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

The carrying capacity of the deer car is not much, and the material of the second car is basically broken, and the price given by the old man is also much lower.

After cleaning up all the materials, the shopkeeper offered a total of seven magic stones.

After the price was negotiated, Yarrow immediately asked the question of refining the medicine.

"Sir, you are the famous 'Dancer under the Moon', why do you need to continue to waste time refining such a common potion?"

The vicissitudes of life old man smiled flatly, and said faintly: "If you have this time, go to the dark plain to hunt a few more monsters, and you can exchange for a lot of purification potions."

The old man's words are quite reasonable.

But Yarrow's reliance on purification potions far exceeds that of ordinary apprentices. Just like military weapons, he can continue to buy them, but he can't make them.

It's just that Yarrow is not ready to expose his weakness outright.

"Make a price, I'll see if the price is suitable."

If the gap is not big, you can really consider going to the dark plain to hunt for magic stones.

The old man pointed out: "Although this is only a common potion, it is also the potion that is least worrying about selling. This is an important skill for many old apprentices to support their families."

Receipt, constant depreciation.

Sell, keep lifting.

Yarrow knew this was the norm, smiled freely, 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 produced, the old apprentice should be moved."

Having said that, Yarrow looked at the old man: "The owner... What do you think?"

The old man was silent for a moment, looked up at Yarrow's face, and asked strangely, "Have you ever taken a rejuvenation potion?"

"Stop talking like this." Yarrow looked dull.

The old man explained with a wry smile: "Sir's words are indeed not like what you can say at the age of your face."

Restraining his emotions, the old man said with a serious face: "Sir, your strength is also strong, and your knowledge is not low, then, can you answer a doubt in my heart?"

"As long as your answer satisfies me, I can give you a free introductory manual for potion refining."

The old man said, and took out an old and thick book.

"The answer satisfied you?" Yarrow shook his head and refused, "Just say how much the book costs."

Free is often the most expensive.

Yarrow didn't want this free if he could.

"Two hundred magic stones."

Yarrow looked bad: "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 understand that money can bring convenience. Even if you use the method you said, how much time will it take?"

"Moreover, an old apprentice who can refine medicines should not fall into the level of selling his own medicine introduction 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.

Yarrow frowned and reminded: "I should have said, I just want to know how to refine the purification potion successfully."

"I should also say that this is an introductory manuscript for an old apprentice of pharmacy."

Oh?

From what he means, this book is his manuscript of the introduction to medicine?

Yarrow looked at the old books under the old man's hands, 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, under his snow-white beard, a pair of brown eyes stared at Yarrow: "Why do you want to kill those people!"

"what?"

"Killing? Who?"

Yarrow almost thought he had heard it wrong.

The old man pointed outside the house and emphasized: "Your victim under the title of 'Dancer under the Moon'! Those young children!"

"They? Young children?"

"That's your problem? Those predators wandering around the bazaar, those executioners smeared with innocent blood?"

Yarrow felt absurd.

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 not right to do that kind of thing, and they will return to the right path, and many of them are driven to a desperate situation by life. , Survive there for the time being, they have parents and brothers, they are all living people, why are you so vicious!"

"What about the innocent passers-by who were harmed by them? Are those beasts? Do they deserve to die?"

The old man glared: "There are only a few cruel people among them, how can you confuse them!"

Only part of the cruelty?

It means that there is cruelty, even the old people know it?

Then instead of trying to find a way to stop it, you blame yourself for being vicious?

Yarrow: "Meaning, if I get killed by them, I deserve it?"

The old man stared at Yarrow and asked in a muffled voice: "Your strength is so strong, how could they hurt you? Moreover, you can ignore them and leave directly, they can stop you?"

strength?

Not to mention that Yarrow's strength is only instant combat power, it can only burst for a short time, and cannot maintain the strongest combat state for a long time.

Just saying that his time in the academy is too short, many wizards' methods are simply too late to understand.

Prayers, curses, transformations and other mysterious means, once released on Yarrow, he didn't even have any idea of ​​​​countermeasures.

In this case, how dare he keep his hands?

How dare you let others pry?

As long as someone snoops, kill them directly!

But these reasons, Yarrow is impossible to say.

Even, he has to deliberately conceal this information, to show an incomparably tough attitude, and to make others dare not have the slightest temptation!

After all, Perrin Castle, which can go back and forth in a day by riding an ordinary elk, is not too far away for any extraordinary person!

So, Yarrow didn't deny it, but asked, "Are there your relatives in there?"

In addition to this reason, Yarrow really can't think of any other reason, UU reading www.uukanshu. com can make the brain circuits of the elderly become so wonderful.

"Is this what you think? Except for your relatives, you can't have a little empathy?"

"Tolerance for the wicked is hatred for the good! So..." Yarrow said, "I can't agree!"

Although there are hundreds of people.

Anyone who appears, does anything, can appear in reality.

But Yarrow never expected to meet such an unreasonable and incomprehensible person.

Can't understand, can't communicate.

Yarrow had no more thoughts of getting the book for free, so he got up and walked out.

The old man shook his head in disappointment: "I didn't expect that on the surface, you are so kind, but you are actually so cruel!"

"I didn't expect you, an old man, to have such ridiculous thoughts in your heart!"

Yarrow coldly dropped a sentence and slammed the door away.