Only one oil lamp was lit in the dark room. Four or five heads squeezed together, and all the big and small bags piled in the corner were removed and sorted again.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the door and asked, "Do you want to light more lights? This is too dark."

No, no, a few people in the room quickly shook their heads and refused. The fat man said, "Don't be too bright, don't be too bright, our eyes can see clearly, and we have long been used to such a dark environment. Even if you are busy, don't worry about us."

"It's so dark that you can see clearly. No wonder you all have myopia." Uncle Zhou muttered and left when he saw that he couldn't get in.

No one stared at it, and the few people in the room were more relaxed. Tambos lowered his voice and said, "Come on, you must clean up this batch of goods tonight. I will send someone to send them away tomorrow to ensure that each person earns at least 500 gold coins."

The other world uses precious metal monetary system, and the value of a gold coin is similar to the British pound in the early days of the Industrial Revolution. If you can earn fifty gold coins a year, it is a wealthy family. If you can get a inheritance of five hundred gold coins, you will have no worries about eating and drinking for the rest of your life.

The annual income of top nobles is often only tens of thousands of gold coins, and even smaller priests may not have millions of gold coins.

Wizards are a profession that is extremely dependent on funds and resources, but it is difficult for a wizard apprentice to have a normal annual income of more than one hundred gold coins. If you can earn five hundred at one time, it will be an attractive huge sum of money for several people in the house.

During the sorting process, the apprentices were excited and sighed. The fat man grabbed a handful of dust from a jar, twisted his fingers lightly, and sighed: "Good Demon Dust, this handful can be sold for five gold coins in Hanfeng City, and shipped to the south, and the price will be directly multiplied to ten."

The so-called "demon dust" is the ashes of the Minotaur.

Someone came over to see it, but shook his head and said, "Cross ten? This is the price of many years ago. You underestimate the profiteers in those spell stores. They might sell them by 20 or 30. There is no such thing as Demon Dust in the south."

The fat man put the "demon dust" in his hand back into the jar, and slapped it with a random slap. He quickly held his breath, but still sucked in a little, his face turned red immediately, and a low growl in his mouth, and his fat body expanded again.

The people in the room were frightened and quickly dodged, and Tambos even grabbed a staff and pointed it at the fat man.

After a long time, the fat man returned to normal, but his eyes were red and vitiligo. He was so scared that he gently wiped off the white ash on his hands, and quickly covered the jar and sealed it. He breathed a sigh of relief, "This demon dust has too strong effect."

Tambos also breathed a sigh of relief, put down his staff and said, "Because it is not mixed with flour, it is very purity. Be careful, these things are the best products that we used to be useless."

The fat man took away the demon dust, but looked at the jar carefully and said frustratedly: "Not only the materials here are good, but even the jar containing the materials are good things. This is obviously a white porcelain jar used by the elves, and it is worth five gold coins alone."

This made the people in the house feel very upset. Some of them were holding torn carpets in their hands, some spread out ropes made of exquisite silk fabrics, and some held two broken statues to re-stitch them and look at them more and more energetic.

Too many things were ruined.

"You said, this is from where the elf ruins?" the fat man couldn't help but ask.

The others fell into deep thought, only Tambos whispered: "According to my teacher's description, the elves' Silver Leaf City has existed for thousands of years, with a large area and a very complex internal environment. That's definitely not something that can be excavated with just a few hundred people.

Once the news spreads, adventurers from all over the North will flock to you. At that time, we don’t even think about interfering. Even our teachers won’t get any big discounts. So make the money in front of us first, and don’t think too much about the others.”

Everyone thought about it and nodded.

Only the fat man sighed: "I'm really curious about what the original appearance of Silver Leaf City looks like? Where did that Victor Hugo come out? How did he know the specific location of the site? Our teacher has been searching for decades but hasn't found it."

Everyone became silent, and Tambos booed repeatedly, signaling the fat man not to talk nonsense. However, a low sneer sounded at the door of the house, and a terrifying monster poked in with his head.

Several wizard apprentices were frightened and frightened, but they had nowhere to escape. The fat man was already squatting at the door, and was even scared by the monster and fell to the ground, kicking his legs. Only Tambos pretended to be calm and shouted, "Don't panic, this is Your Excellency Hugo's horse."

horse?

Is there such a scary horse?

But the horse with a monster head took the initiative to speak, "What are you talking about? It seems quite interesting. Talk to me, I like to chat with someone the most."

Everyone was stunned, their heartbeats pounding. Even the fat man didn't speak, and his face was pale.

"Hey, don't be afraid. I look a little scary, but it's not bad." The horse put his monster's head into the room.

Everyone saw clearly that it was a dead soul with only bones left, and they felt even more oppressed and had difficulty breathing.

"Jiying, please quit. You're so scary." Tambos recognized the monster in front of him, but could only persuade him with kind words, "If you want to chat, you can chat outside."

"You are so brave." "Jiying" muttered, "The humans I saw back then were not as cowardly as you. No matter good or evil, they were all very fierce."

The fat man was still slumped on the ground and asked tremblingly: "You, are you a demon? You can actually speak?"

"To be precise, it's a half-demon." The 'Jiying' emphasized in a muffled voice: "Otherwise, I can't appear in the main material world. Didn't you just ask where these things came from? I know. Do you want to ask me?"

The fat man was stubborn for a long time, turned his head to look at his companions. The others were still in fear and did not dare to speak randomly, but they all used their eyes to signal the fat man to continue asking. Everyone was curious and wanted to know some secrets.

"Your Excellency, please solve the puzzle for us." The fat man swallowed his saliva and slowly got up. He was very careful and wished he could move a stool and let "Jiying" sit down and talk slowly.

"These things were brought from the elves' prisons. They were not ordinary prisons, but were specially prepared for the deceased demons decades ago. Victor Hugo, my current master, discovered it not long ago, and I was locked up inside.

Do you know? My master actually doesn't understand at all. He only picked some useful items to move them away. There are many good things in that prison because it is used to imprison demons. To build it, the elves cost a lot.

I think you should not only give me benefits, but also give me some benefits. If I am happy, maybe I will tell you the location of the Elf Prison. Anyway, my master shouldn't care about the underground ruins."

As soon as the words "Jiying" were said, the wizards and apprentices in the room all looked lit and held their breath. Only Tambos calmed down a little. He coughed heavily and rushed to say, "Everyone, calm down, this is a deceased half-demon, it is evil in nature."

With this reminder, everyone woke up and quickly responded to the words of "Jiying". But the skeleton war horse "hey" said, "Don't do this, I'm not that bad. I have a master now, I just want to save some pocket money.

I know you don't believe me very much. But it doesn't matter, someone will definitely be interested in my information. If you change your mind, you can come to me privately."

"Jiying" looked at it a few times and found that everyone in the room was not talking, and she was a little discouraged.

"Okay, I know there is some gap between us. There is a little movement on the wall of the village. I guess the evil gods and scholars are not giving up. I have to help. By the way, please don't tell my master about my savings. He will definitely be unhappy."

After saying that, "Jiying" shook his head and left.

The wizard apprentices left a room full of silences looking at each other.

The fat man asked Tambos, "Who is Victor Hugo? He can tame such a terrible half-demon as a mount? This is incredible. And what underground ruins it is talking about, do we really not ask clearly?"
Chapter completed!