Mage Joan

Thousands of horses are produced every year in the town of Haus. The best horses are trained as war horses for the garrison at Prince’s Port. The lesser horses are trained as stage horses and transported to Yalf. Posts around Heim are on duty.

As for the worst horses, they are usually sold at relatively low prices to major farms and even self-cultivators in remote villages, serving as big animals for trailer farming.

Joan's travels mainly depend on flying, and he has no interest in horses. He came to Haus town to avoid the rainstorms that may come at any time. In addition, he also has a purpose to find a business to sell himself in the "Sailor Cemetery". The spoils earned by the Banshee.

House Town is worthy of being the most prosperous "horse dealer" base camp in Alfheim. Joan walked into the town market, and his sights were all the signs of buying and selling horses. The **** shop and the auction business firm pushed the door and went in.

There were only two people in the business hall, talking in a low voice in front of the counter. The older man with gray hair wore a pair of nasal glasses and casual clothes at home, and he behaved like a business owner.

The man who talked to the boss of the firm was about thirty years old. The tuxedo and white shirt were obviously high-end goods. The dark hair and bazi were carefully combed and waxed. It looked like a handsome gentleman, but When you look at people, you always squint your eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and with a smile on your face, you will inevitably leave a deep impression.

Qiao An stood in front of the business house for a while, and when no one was greeting him, he walked to the front of the shelf and randomly looked at the goods displayed on the shelf. Unfortunately, he didn't find any magic items worth buying. The level magic guide is not as good as the one he made, and he cannot arouse his shopping desire.

At this time, the two people in front of the counter seemed to have finally settled a business, and got up and shook hands and hugged each other, saying good night to each other. The boss of the firm sent the middle-aged gentleman out of the door, then returned to the store, closed the door, sighed, and patted his forehead towards Joan, and said apologetically, "Sorry, poor hospitality."

Joan shook his head, saying he didn't mind.

However, the boss of the firm seemed disappointed, and invited Joan to sit down and drink tea, and explained to him again and again: "Mr. Baldwin's temper must have been heard by you too. If something he confesses is messed up, I don't want to be in the future House Town was confused and had to wait carefully, lest he might offend him."

"I'm sorry, I just arrived in Haus town today, and I don't know that Mr. Baldwin." Joan answered helplessly.

"Oh? That's right. I'm so sorry. Look at me. People get silly when they get older." The business owner smiled and patted his forehead. "Mr. Henry Baldwin is the richest man in the town and he is also running for mayor. Popular candidate, in order to help him plan the'championship' auction, I have been so busy lately that my brain is often confused, so please forgive me."

"You mentioned the "Championship" auction just now. What does the championship mean?" Joan asked out of curiosity.

"It is a kind of warhorse with special pedigree. It has better intelligence, endurance, explosiveness and obedience than other types of warhorse. It is said that Mr. Baldwin personally cultivated this kind of excellent warhorse. He applied for a patent for breeding technology and claimed to set off a The animal husbandry revolution that shocked the world." The business owner shrugged. "Of course there is a bragging element, but the Baldwin family's horse farm did breed very good breeds of horses, which caused it to other peers in the town that run the horse farm. I’ve been under a lot of pressure and I haven’t had a good time recently.

Joan nodded, but he didn't see it just now, that Mr. Henry Baldwin turned out to be a livestock expert who was proficient in horse breeding.

But having said that, there is indeed a "human appearance". When he first saw Lieutenant Colonel Vasa, he did not see that the other party had another hobby that could not be beaten by his own work. Nurture mules.

Joan was not interested in mules or thoroughbred horses. After a few chats with the boss of the business, he came to the bottom and explained his intentions.

"Oh, are you going to sell art and jewelry?" The business owner immediately got interested and rubbed his hands and asked Joan: "Sir, can you show me first?"

Joan nodded, opened the storage bag, and took out all the trophies obtained from the recent killing of Siren, and placed them on the counter, including a pair of fiery red coral candlesticks, a dozen pearls, and more than ten pieces. Gold and silver jewelry and utensils.

The boss of the firm pushed the clip-on nose glasses and looked closely at the pile of jewellery and artwork on the counter.

Joan patiently waited for him to finish the appraisal, and then said: "These are sold, you make a price."

The boss of the firm scratched his head and pondered, "I can give you a maximum of two thousand five hundred gold Durga, no longer taller."

As far as Joan’s price is concerned, the 2500 Gold Dugar is slightly lower, which is not unacceptable. I wanted to agree, but I remembered that Kandy and Rebecca had repeatedly told him to be bargaining when they were doing business.

An introverted, unspoken person like Joan is a torture for him, but reason tells him that he must strive for the greatest benefit for himself. After all, he is not rich and will be unavoidable when he comes to Meadgard Spend a lot of money.

Now I am embarrassed to bargain. If I fall to the point where I cannot eat, will I beg to beg?

After a long period of hesitation, Joan finally overcame that psychological obstacle and said to the business owner with a blank expression: "2500 Jinduga, too low, 3000 Jinduga is almost the same."

"Oh! My good gentleman, if you buy these things at your price, then I have to lose my pants..."

The complaint of the business owner’s frowning face was obviously handy for the bargaining technique, as if Joan had taken advantage of him.

Joan was upset and irritated, so he got up and planned to put away his jewellery and leave. Too big to go to Prince's Port tomorrow to find other businesses for sale, saving him from this crime.

The boss of the business firm has been quietly observing the changes in Joan’s complexion. With his insights and skills that he has been practicing in the mall for many years, it is easy to see that this little brother is an extremely stubborn person, compared with the endless Whipping, more willing to take direct action to show their attitude.

If he really annoys him and crosses the threshold of a commercial firm, then it is really impossible for ten horses to come back.

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