People are in the heavens, wealth can rival a country

Chapter 368 Praising the Goddess Wojin
Leaving the Moonstone Mask, Tang Sen could see that the entire Neverwinter City had been hung with various banners, among which the face belonging to the current Neverwinter City Lord Fei Qi was particularly eye-catching.

"An animal leather armor actually costs twenty dragon coins? Are these people crazy? When I came to Neverwinter last time, I only needed ten dragon coins, and it also came with essential oils for maintenance!"

Bahn stood in front of a vendor, his voice almost drowning out all the noise around him.

"Probably because of the scorching sun competition." Tang Sen looked at the bustling market around him and said, "These merchants want to make a lot of money."

"Even the price of these ordinary equipment has doubled, and the price increase of those magic items may be even more terrifying." Bain said angrily: "I don't think we need to go any further, I feel like I am now A pig waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Price is not a problem." Tang Sen shook his head calmly: "As long as I can find what I want, money is just a number."

Bahn gave a horrified look: "You speak like those big businessmen who came from Amn!"

"As a visitor from another world, where did you get so much money?"

Tang Sen smiled slightly: "Praise Goddess Wojin."

"You don't look like a believer in the God of Wealth. I mean, except for spending money." Barn turned his head and pointed forward: "Well, it seems that there is our destination."

"Seven Days Trading Magic Store." Tang Sen read out the signboard of the store.

"The famous Seven-Day Trader Group, their business territory spreads all over the Sword Coast, and their magic store should have the most complete goods except for the mage's tower of the archmage." Bain introduced: "Of course, I'm afraid It's also the most expensive."

The two walked into the shop. The decoration of this shop was obviously much more luxurious than other shops on the street. Even the products placed in the lobby were not marked with less than three digits.

"Arcane Missile Magic Scroll." Bain picked up a scroll casually, "Price one hundred dragon coins?"

"A one-ring spell? It's so expensive?"

"It's a magic scroll with a ring of spells." A clerk came up and said, "It doesn't occupy a spell slot, and doesn't require spell-casting materials. It's a good thing that can be cast instantly. One hundred dragon coins is already a very low price."

He reminded: "Please be careful, it is best not to touch magic items before buying them."

"Do you think I'm a rookie?" Bain said angrily, "The scroll of a spell with one ring can't exceed fifty dragon coins at most!"

The clerk still had a smile on his face, and just said: "Our seven-day trading group has always clearly marked the price, and there is no deception."

"It is a normal business practice for the price of magic items to rise with market fluctuations."

Bahn wanted to say something more, but Tang Sen had already inspected the entire hall, so he stepped forward and said, "I want something better."

The clerk looked Tang Sen up and down, with an eager smile on his face: "Of course, Mr. Spellcaster, please follow me with your entourage, all the good things are upstairs."

"I'm not a follower!" Barn muttered without confidence.

But the clerk obviously didn't care about the words of the dwarf, who was obviously a poor ghost. He led the two of them upstairs briskly, and led them into a very quiet box that was obviously equipped with a magic barrier.

After waiting for a long time, an old man with a goatee and apparently much more decent clothes walked into the box.

"I am the store manager of the Seven Days Trading Magic Store in Neverwinter City."

"Is there anything the guest wants?" He was not polite, and said straight to the point: "Please just mention it, I can guarantee that if you can't find something here, then I'm afraid you won't be able to find it in the entire Sword Coast arrive."

Bahn snorted disdainfully.

Tang Sen said: "I need something related to the technique of talking to the dead."

The store manager was stunned for a moment, and frowned: "This is an item related to magic."

Bane sneered again.

The store manager glanced at him without showing any trace, and coughed lightly: "Of course, as I said before, customers can find anything you want in the Seven Days Trade Magic Store."

"Although I don't have any goods here, I can contact other branches in Jianwan. As long as there are related items, we will send them over immediately."

"Even if the entire Seven-Day Trader Group is gone for the time being, we still have a large number of adventurers and all kinds of information under our banner, ready to go to all the dangerous places you can imagine and find the items that the guests need."

"Sounds good." Tang Sen nodded.

"This is the confidence and commitment from our Chamber of Commerce." The store manager raised his chin slightly, "We are happy to meet any request. Of course, these require corresponding prices."

"Money is not a problem." Tang Sen emphasized this point and said, "However, I don't have much time, so the sooner the better."

"I'm afraid it will inevitably take some time to transport the goods from other cities." The store manager pondered for a moment: "If the customer just needs to use the dead man's communication technique, I have other ways."

"There is a priest among the members of the Chamber of Commerce in Neverwinter, who can use the dead man's conversation technique. However, he needs to participate in the Scorching Sun Contest tomorrow. You know, our Chamber of Commerce will not let go of such a big scene. If we can win the Scorching Sun Contest If so, it will be of great benefit to the reputation of the chamber of commerce."

"Therefore, his quota of divine spells for tomorrow needs to be prepared for the Scorching Sun Contest. If the guests are willing to wait, I can notify the priest so that he can prepare the Talk with the Dead spell the day after tomorrow."

"The price only needs to be five hundred dragon coins."

Bane stood up abruptly, his brows raised: "Five hundred dragon coins?"

Tang Sen pressed his shoulder and said, "I can accept the price, but—"

He paused: "I'm worried that he won't live until tomorrow."

The store manager smiled slightly: "The Scorching Sun Competition is indeed dangerous, but that's for other participating teams."

"The adventurers in this business group are all the best. They have absolute strength and generous magic props. Please rest assured that there will be no accidents."

Tang Sen sighed slightly.

Will there be any accidents?

The store manager probably doesn't know that there is a red-robed mage who is stalking Neverwinter, and behind this red-robed mage is the ruler of the entire Cyre, a powerful lich - Szastan .

Anyway, from Tang Sen's point of view, not to mention Sazastan, even the red-robed mage who is currently in Neverwinter is by no means a match for him. After all, the opponent is a genuine nine-ring mage.

All he wanted to do was to pry out Mr. Dwarf's information about the ruins before the scorching sun contest started, and then leave this place of right and wrong.

(End of this chapter)