"Young master, you will enter the Viscount after dawn, and you should be able to reach Nafhu City tomorrow afternoon." A butler with a grey beard and a slightly elegant dress probed the inside from the carriage.
Claire Griffin nodded, "I see, Reagan."
"Then you have a good rest." After speaking, Regan stepped back.
Claire has been in this world for almost half a month. Like most people's old-fashioned plots, he came through.
It had been several days, and he was going to accept the arrangement of fate, because the original identity was not bad, his father was a viscount, and he was the only heir.
But in just a few days, the cheap old man passed away. He didn't leave any property for him. The estate that was originally in the capital was brought to the door with debts and could only be sold. Some real estate is used to pay off debts.
Fortunately, since the nobles' territories cannot be sold, they also left a city for Claire, the city of Nafu.
Speaking of which, the brilliance of the Griffin family developed from this city, but it was not because of any big man from their ancestors, but at the time of the previous Viscount Griffin, the grandfather of the original owner, when they A magic mine was discovered on the territory, and the nobility law stipulates that as long as everything in the noble territory belongs to the lord.
Since then, since that generation, the Griffin family has grown wider, and finally moved directly to the capital, leaving only some subordinates to look after their territory.
But there will always be a day when the mines are dug up. The magic mine has only been mined for about fifty years. When it reached the generation of the original owner's father, it was dug out. what.
So many creditors came to collect debts after the original owner's father died.
Fortunately, after the sale of the property in the capital, Griffin finally owed nothing.
Claire is still looking forward to the upcoming arrival in Nafhu City. The viscounty of the Griffin family is the most frontier viscounty of the kingdom, so its land area is larger than some counties.
"Nafu City, Nafu City..." Claire muttered to herself, "It's a city with a good meaning."
Claire closed her eyes and squinted for an hour or two. At midnight, Claire suddenly opened her eyes suddenly.
He said to himself, "It's time."
Then his mind moved, and a transparent panel appeared in front of him. It was a data panel that only he could see. In other words, it was his golden finger.
This data panel is pitifully rudimentary. There is only a simple button that is "Start Trading", and there are no other functions.
At this time, Claire also focused on the upper right corner of the panel.
"Number of transactions that can be made: 1"
"Well, as I thought, this cross-border transaction is updated once a week." Claire secretly thought.
Claire said silently in her heart, "Start trading."
A swirling ripple immediately appeared on the original panel, and Claire could vaguely feel the mysterious aura emanating from it.
Claire glanced at the upper right corner of the panel again, and sure enough, the transaction point was deducted.
The vortex is still spinning, and Claire is not in a hurry. This is the second time he has started trading. Knowing that this is someone who is looking for other worlds.
After dozens of seconds, the vortex suddenly stopped, and then it was pushed aside like muddy water, and a person's face appeared on the panel.
Claire's eyes narrowed immediately, looking at the matching trader in front of him, a middle-aged man with a dusty face, a sweaty cowboy hat, and a loose woolen shirt.
Claire thought to herself, "Western cowboy?"
He glanced at the other party's body carefully, and could see that there were black and red blood stains on the other party's leather jacket, obviously someone had been killed.
The other party raised his hand first to say hello: "Hello! My name is Monroe, what's my name?"
"Antonio." Claire gave a false name, and then said in a cold voice like a veteran: "We only have five minutes to trade, hurry up, what in your world can attract me?"
Monroe smiled shyly, "Since it's not the first time to trade, let's be honest."
Then he took out a yellowed glass from his arms like a baby, displayed it in front of Claire like a treasure, and began to brag: "This is a glass that has been passed down from the far east, but it is a priceless treasure! What do you think? "
The corners of Claire's eyes twitched. Damn, this is the fool who is fooling herself.
Not to mention that I have come through, I am only in this world of swords and magic, and the glass containers that the trainee mages use for experiments are purer and more transparent than the ones that the other party brings out. If I trade this shit, it will be once a week. Your trading opportunities are in vain!
Seeing that Claire didn't speak, Monroe's expression was a little embarrassed. He used these glasses to fool a lot of other traders before, but this time it seemed that he met someone who knew what he was doing.
However, he was still a little unwilling, and continued to fudge: "Look at such a crystal clear crystal, are you sure you don't think about it again?"
Claire glanced at the time, almost a minute had passed, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Show me that thing on your waist."
Monroe was stunned for a moment, then took out a revolver from his waist and showed it in front of Claire, "Are you interested in this? This is a weapon I bought for a lot of money, it can kill people with one shot. kill..."
Claire stretched out her hand to stop the other party's self-promotion and boasting: "Okay, don't talk about it anymore. The Kurt revolver, a hand-held gun fired with one hand, usually has five or six cartridges, which can be fired one by one..."
After a brief introduction, Claire looked at the other party, "Do you still need me to introduce you now?"
Monroe's expression became more embarrassed. "Most of what you said is right, but who is Kurt? This gun is called a Devon revolver."
Claire's eyes narrowed, it seemed that this world was not the world she was in before, otherwise the other party should not know the Kurt revolver.
"I met a trader in the previous transaction. He is an arms dealer. I didn't buy it and now I meet it. Apart from this, it should be difficult for me to be interested in your side. So do you want to trade?" Claire opened his mouth with a lie just come.
"Deal, of course." Monroe's face was full of smiles, "But what treasure can you give me in exchange?"
Claire's eyes flickered, and she reached out and took out the blue solution in three transparent test tubes from her arms.
This is where Monroe's smile froze for a moment. It turned out that the other side had already had glass, and he was still fooling around there just now. However, his face is also very thick, and he quickly cast away that trace of embarrassment.
"What is this?" Monroe asked.
Claire didn't speak, and pulled out a dagger from his waist. It was considered one of the few unsecured properties, and there were gems inlaid on the handle.
Then Claire directly used the dagger to draw a deep blood mark on his forearm. The blood immediately flowed out from it, and was led to the elbow by gravity and slowly lowered.
On the opposite side, Monroe's eyes widened. What is this person trying to do, and start self-harm when he disagrees?
However, Claire quickly poured out a tenth of the blue solution from a test tube, and then applied it to the wound just created.
Hiss, it hurts a bit, but Claire's expression remained expressionless. After about five seconds, when he took his hand away, the wound he had just created had healed, and not even the scar was left.
Claire put the cork back into the mouth of the test tube, and said lightly, "You should need this kind of thing, right?"
Monroe's eyes widened at the moment. There was no such thing as magic in their world. What Claire performed in front of him was nothing short of a miracle. He began to feel bad for the one-tenth of the blue solution that was just wasted.
But this is just a primary healing potion that Claire can easily practice. As long as it is an ordinary apprentice mage, it can be configured, and the cost does not exceed three silver coins.
"Are you sure you want to trade this treasure with me?" Monroe was a little confused, and he couldn't say such words during the transaction.
But don't blame him, this is a life-saving treasure in their world. If you are shot in a duel with others, you can only pray to God to bless you and not let the wound worsen and take your life. , and now even if he was shot, as long as the potion was applied, he could shoot the enemy twice with his backhand.
Even if he didn't use it himself, he would have to buy tens of thousands of gold coins to sell a tube of potion. He didn't need to come out and hang out, and he became a rich man.
"Of course, but it's not just your pistol."
"Just say it!" Monroe even used honorifics at this moment.
"How many bullets do you have on you?"
"I'm at home now, and I can have more than 300 rounds." Monroe said quickly.
"Okay, one tube of potion for a pistol, and the remaining one that used a little potion for 300 rounds of ammunition." Claire said lightly.
"Deal!" Monroe was so excited that he almost clapped the table. Although these things are almost all his possessions, as long as he has the medicine in his hand, these lost things will come back a hundredfold. Maybe he will become a rich man in the future without even a gun. It will be open.
As long as he thought about it, a happy smile appeared on Monroe's face, and he hurriedly turned around in his room to find the pistol and bullets.
Claire was not idle either, she put the test tube in her hand into the trading space, and then waited for the other side to put everything in.
A few lines of introductions about revolvers and bullets appeared on the original rudimentary panel.
"This is a weapon from Albert's world, a revolver, with great power..."
After Claire glanced briefly, she raised her eyes to look at the other party, and Monroe had finished his research, and nodded to Claire.
The two opened the trading items at the same time, and then the three tubes of potions that were originally in their trading space turned into two revolvers and a large bag of yellow bullets.