Looking at Athir's figure, the blonde female apprentice smiled and greeted him: "Hello, the three spell templates you gave to our auction house this time sold for a total of 980 magic stones. After deducting the 10% handling fee, the total is 882 magic stones. Is there any problem?"
"No problem." After taking a quick look at the other person, Athir nodded and said.
After Athir nodded, the female apprentice took out a small bag from the side, put the magic stone into it in front of Athir, and then handed it to Athir.
"If you have anything else to auction next time, I hope you can give priority to our auction house."
After handing the magic stone to Athir, the female apprentice stood in place, keeping a smile on her face, and said to Athir.
"I will."
Athir nodded, then left without hesitation.
"A mere eight or nine hundred magic stones shouldn't be a big deal for these auction houses, but bringing out three improved spell templates at once is a bit conspicuous."
Walking on the road, Athir looked back and thought to himself.
In the wizarding world, generally speaking, those basic spells are not that expensive and can be learned by paying a few magic stones.
However, advanced knowledge such as elementary spells or even first-level spells is not so easy to obtain.
Even within the academy, the purchase of spells like this is strictly restricted. Not only does one have to reach a certain level to be allowed to purchase it, but even if one does, one must sign a contract with the academy before purchasing it. It is simply not possible to trade it outside.
The three spell templates that Atier sold this time were all improved by him through chips. Although they were originally just basic spell templates, after improvement they have reached the level of elementary spells.
If one wants to purchase spells of this level in the academy, one must reach the level of a third-class apprentice and then sign a contract with the academy guaranteeing not to trade with others before obtaining it. Naturally, it is impossible to trade it.
Athir sold three primary spell templates at once. It was foreseeable that this would attract some people's attention.
"Just to be on the safe side, I bought the formula for the necromancy potion and left immediately."
Having made a decision in his mind, he quickened his pace and walked quickly to a pharmacy in the corner of the market.
As he walked inside, a familiar stench of corpse wafted in the air, along with a strong scent of negative energy particles, which made Athir frown.
In this pharmacy, he saw the woman who looked like a corpse again.
Compared to the last time, the negative energy on the other party was even stronger. Although he was wrapped in a black robe, the strong smell of corpse could not be concealed. His originally pale face began to change. His face began to rot, as if it were a real corpse.
This was clearly a call to transform the body into the undead, and it was an imperfect transformation. It must have referred to some of the contents on the undead potion, and finally turned itself into this horrible appearance.
If it is a complete transformation into a dead soul, although the body will become like a corpse, it should look no different from an ordinary person except that it has no life and vitality.
Seeing her like this, Athir had no intention of talking any more. In the other party's surprised eyes, he directly took out eight high-level magic stones.
There were not many disturbances in this process.
After seeing the magic stone, the other party readily took out the formula and handed it directly to Athir.
Standing there, Athir checked it casually, and after confirming the authenticity of the formula, he quickly left the pharmacy.
After leaving the market, he quickly returned to the city, took his horse away, and flew away.
Seven days later, on a path, Athir sat in a patch of grass, silently sensing his surroundings with his mental power.
"A week has passed, and I haven't encountered any apprentices who have caught up with me. It seems that the auction house has not leaked my information."
Sitting on a blanket, looking at the scene in the distance, Athir thought quietly.
At this time, after a week of travel, he had crossed half of the Principality of Allen. It would take him at most another month to reach the destination of his mission.
"From the south of the Principality of Allen to the Kingdom of Gumodo, there is a short uninhabited area on the way. There seem to be many orcs living there."
Looking into the distance, Athir muttered to himself.
He has never been unfamiliar with orcs.
When Athir first came to this world, he had just retreated from the orc battlefield with serious injuries. Later, he broke through the knight in the fight with the orcs, and he was deeply impressed by the orcs.
Of course, what Athir didn't know was that his father in this life also died at the hands of orcs.
Thinking of this, Athir couldn't help but think of his previous mission.
"Investigate the mutated bloodthirsty orcs in the Kingdom of Gumodo." He whispered to himself.
The so-called bloodthirsty orcs refer to mutated individuals among orcs who have the ability to enter a bloodthirsty state and can enter a bloodthirsty state under specific circumstances.
Ordinary bloodthirsty orcs are already comparable to knights. If the power of mutated bloodthirsty orcs is above that of ordinary bloodthirsty orcs, then they will be even more terrifying.
After a while, when the two groups of horses had rested enough, Athir continued his journey.
A month later, Athir began to enter the border of the Kingdom of Gumodo and arrived in front of one of the cities.
After paying the city entry tax, he went straight into the city.
The scene before my eyes was somewhat different from the cities I had visited before.
This place is different from other places. The residents everywhere seem to be more open-minded, and the clothes of the pedestrians around are also strange, somewhat similar to the ethnic minorities in Athir's previous life.
Compared to other places Athir had been to, the residents here were obviously taller and their appearance was somewhat different, and most of them looked a little rough.
However, the language here is similar to that of the Principality of Allen, and is also a variant of the ancient Irish language. Athir can barely understand it.
After walking around the city for a while, Athir's handsome appearance, which was completely different from the people around him, attracted the attention of many people around him. From time to time, tall girls walking on the road stared at Athir, laughing happily with their companions, which was completely different from girls in other places.
"Sir, you look like this is your first time here. Do you need someone to show you the way?"
While walking on the road, a little girl suddenly jumped out in front of him and looked at Athir excitedly, as if she had discovered a new continent.
Looking at the little girl in front of him with some surprise, Atil smiled and said, "Can you take me to the best hotel in this city?"
"Okay." Listening to Athir's words, the little girl nodded, then quickly walked in front to lead the way.
After walking for a while, Athir came to a spacious hotel.
After sending the little girl away with a silver coin, Athir ordered a sumptuous lunch in the hotel, and then sat quietly in the restaurant downstairs to eat.
While eating, he was also listening to the conversations of the guests around him, quietly learning about the country's news.
"Hello, I want to know where I can get the latest news?"
After finishing the meal, Athir walked to the front counter and asked the middle-aged man in front of him wearing a dark green tall hat.
"If you just want to know some general news, just ask me directly."
Looking at Athir, the middle-aged man in front of him smiled and spoke to him kindly.
"Okay." Athir nodded with a smile, then asked, "Excuse me, has anything important happened recently?"
"This, there are quite a lot."
Looking at Athir, the middle-aged man in front of him said, "Two months ago, the surrounding orcs seemed to have rioted again. The kingdom is recruiting soldiers, and it is very likely that there will be another war."
"And in the north, several villages were massacred a while ago. But this is not a rare thing. It happened several times every once in a while in previous years."
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It was noon, and the guests around were having dinner. Athir chatted with the middle-aged man in front of him for a while, and after learning about some recent events in the Kingdom of Gumodo, he left first because of the arrival of other guests.
After a while, under the guidance of passers-by, he came to a shop.
This is a weapon shop that looks a bit old. There is a sign above the weapon shop with a picture of a long sword on it.
He strode in and saw a figure sitting on the ground in the shop, holding a huge sword and testing it.
He was probably around forty or fifty years old, with somewhat graying hair and a sturdy and strong figure. His broad face maintained a serious expression as he looked intently at the giant sword in his hand.
After noticing the footsteps outside, he subconsciously turned and looked towards the door.
After seeing Athir, he was stunned at first, but then he quickly reacted and shouted enthusiastically: "Welcome to my weapon shop. I am Kalu, the best blacksmith nearby. What weapons do you need?"
"I don't need weapons." After taking a look at the weapons on the weapon racks around him, Athir shook his head and said.
"Haha, then you must be here to discuss other business with me!"
Hearing what Athir said, Kalu didn't get angry, but laughed out loud.
He stood up, his two-meter-tall body looked tall and straight. "Tell me, sir, what do you need?"
"I need some guards and guides, and someone recommended me to you."
Standing there, Athir nodded: "I heard that you know a lot of mercenaries, can you introduce some to me?"
"Well, mercenary? Then you've found the right person!" A familiar loud voice sounded in my ears.
"Any specific requests?"
Looking at the handsome and gentle Athir who looked like a young nobleman, Kalu could not help but say loudly: "In this city, I know at least a few hundred warriors who are willing to be mercenaries. I think someone of your status would obviously not just find a group of people to be his guards."
He obviously regarded Athir as a foreign noble, but to some extent that was not wrong.
Atier was indeed a noble from another place. Although his territory was gone, his noble certificate and family emblem were still there, enough to prove his noble status.
(End of this chapter)