Wizard: I have an inventory

Ryan's goal became increasingly clear: to purchase enough materials for making the dark green potion, especially the main material for refining the corpse tear potion - Wraith.

Walking to a dark corner, Ryan stopped in front of a stall that looked a little shabby. The stall owner is an old wizard wearing a hood, with a gloomy expression and deep eyes.

On the stall in front of him were several small bottles filled with green liquid. The outline of a human face seemed to be faintly floating in the liquid, emitting bursts of strange light.

Ryan's eyes were instantly attracted to these bottles, and his heart moved. He knew that these were exactly the resentful spirits he was looking for.

This material is extremely rare and is essential when making Corpse Tear Potion. However, it is extremely difficult to obtain and therefore extremely expensive.

"Are these ghosts?" Ryan asked calmly, but his eyes couldn't help but stare at the liquid in the bottle.

The old wizard smiled slightly, showing his yellowed teeth, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, young wizard, this is an authentic wraith. Each bottle is carefully collected and is very suitable for refining high-level alchemy items. However, , This is a rare thing, and the price is naturally not cheap.”

Ryan was mentally prepared, but when he heard the price quoted by the old wizard, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pain - 10 wraiths, a total of 2,500 magic stones. Even for Ryan, who has sufficient financial resources, this is still a large expense.

However, Ryan knew that without these resentful spirits, he would not be able to refine the Corpse Tears Potion, a precious potion that can greatly enhance mental power.

Although he hesitated, he finally nodded, took out 2,500 magic stones from his arms, and handed them to the old wizard.

"I bought these ghosts."

Ryan said firmly, although he felt a little distressed in his heart, his expression remained calm.

The old wizard smiled even deeper, took the magic stone with satisfaction, put the 10 resentful spirits into a delicate box, and handed it to Ryan. Ryan took the box and carefully put it in his arms, with a trace of determination in his eyes.

Although this cost was expensive, it was crucial to his potion plan. He knew that he had to endure this temporary price in order to improve his mental power faster.

After leaving the Wraith stall, Ryan continued to search for suitable materials and manpower in the market.

Suddenly, a burst of noise broke the original peaceful atmosphere of the market, and his attention was instantly attracted by a particularly noisy stall.

The stall stood out and stood out, clearly owned by a slave owner.

In front of the stall, I saw several slaves in tattered clothes and haggard and lifeless faces, wearing heavy iron chains and tightly bound to each other.

Their figures looked extremely miserable, with deep despair and indescribable exhaustion etched on each of their faces.

Ryan involuntarily stopped in front of this stall, his eyes scanning the poor slaves in front of him as quickly as lightning.

At exactly this moment, his eyes inadvertently fixed on one of the young women.

This woman looked young, probably around twenty years old. Her face, which should have been youthful and beautiful, was now as pale as paper, without any color at all.

However, what is surprising is that despite being in such a tragic situation, there is still a faint light of wisdom from the depths of her eyes that cannot be ignored.

Compared with other slaves who have completely lost their self-awareness and are like walking zombies, this young woman's performance is completely different.

Although her expression was mixed with some fear and fear, at the same time, she was still able to tenaciously retain a rare trace of clarity and reason.

It is obvious that even after suffering such cruel and merciless torture and destruction, the fire of desire for freedom and dignity deep in her heart has not yet been completely extinguished.

Ryan's eyes were focused on her, and he felt that there seemed to be a familiar aura on her body, like some kind of fluctuation of basic magic power.

He frowned and had doubts in his heart, so he approached the slave and asked, "What is the origin of this female apprentice?"

The slave owner was a fat, middle-aged man with a sinewy face and greed in his eyes.

The two stood outside the soundproof cage.

When he saw Ryan stop, he immediately put on a smile and introduced enthusiastically: "Sir, you have such a good vision! This female apprentice is not an ordinary slave. She was originally a student of a small college. Although the college was destroyed But she has a certain understanding of potion making and is considered a slightly talented apprentice. "

Ryan frowned slightly and continued to ask: "Which college?"

The slave owner smiled proudly and replied: "It's a little-known small college called Green Forest College. You know, that kind of small college is not easy to survive in this area. It was attacked by a group of wandering wizards a few months ago. , these students become our goods.”

Ryan's eyes became a little colder. He knew that the laws of the wizarding world had always been cruel, and that weak colleges had no place to survive in front of the strong. It was not uncommon for students from Green Forest College to be captured and sold.

However, this also means that this female apprentice may have received some systematic training in spells and potions and can become a useful assistant.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a pretty face, but a hint of fatigue in her eyes. Her long black hair hung down to her waist, making her look particularly petite. Her clothes were a little worn, and there was not much magic fluctuation on her body. It was obvious that she was just a first-class apprentice.

Ryan walked up to open the cage and asked directly: "Do you know anything about potions?"

The young apprentice raised his head, looked at Ryan nervously, and nodded: "Yes, Master, I know a little about potion making. I have studied in the family for a period of time."

Ryan nodded, satisfied. Although this apprentice had ordinary qualifications, he did not need her to have too high a talent. Instead, he valued her basic understanding of potions. He decided to take her in as an assistant to assist in his potion making plan.

Ryan looked at the female apprentice and made a quick decision in his heart. He asked calmly, "How much is she worth?"

The slave owner saw that Ryan was interested in buying, and a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes. He then offered: "My lord, although she is a first-class apprentice, she has some knowledge of potions, so she is of some value. I think... 1,000 magic stones, what do you think?"

Ryan did not respond immediately, but thought for a moment. Although the price was not low, considering the background and potential of the female apprentice, he thought the deal was worth it.

After all, most other wizard slaves were also priced at this price.

He took out a bag of magic stones from his arms and handed it to the slave owner, saying calmly, "Deal."

The slave owner immediately took the magic stones, with a flattering smile on his face, and quickly untied the iron chain on the female apprentice's hand and pushed her in front of Ryan.

The master-servant contract was signed.

After the female apprentice was liberated, although she was weak, her eyes still showed a desire to survive and gratitude to Ryan.

"From now on, you are my servant." Ryan said to the female apprentice, with a tone of unquestionable majesty.

The female apprentice trembled slightly, then nodded gently, and whispered: "Yes, Master... I will do my best to do everything you ask."

Ryan nodded, motioned her to follow, and then turned and left the slave stall. He knew in his heart that although this female apprentice had a poor background, perhaps her knowledge of potions could be of great use in the early processing of materials and cleaning of alchemy equipment, saving time.

As they gradually moved away from the slave stalls, Ryan's mind was full of thoughts. He understood that although he did not dare to inquire about the news of the Black Stone Lowlands, if he did not leave at that time, his fate would not be much better if the academy was defeated.