Warriors will die if they charge.

Chapter 100 How to Create Greater Value from Loot

Marcus never understood why Eileen always looked at him with the eyes of a hungry wolf eyeing meat, though he could understand that rescuing a damsel in distress was a powerful weapon.

But isn't this a bit too direct? The spring light in his amber eyes was almost overflowing; he had only ever seen a similar request on the face of the perverted knight, Hutt.

"Let's eat first. We need to have a good talk about Moraz. The mercenary who deliberately caused trouble yesterday was one of his men."

"Yes, this matter needs to be resolved as soon as possible."

Victor emerged from the woodshed. This extremely strict priest never wanted to share his private space with others, and he would use even a cramped woodshed as a hermitage.

Lunch was pork rolls with chili sauce and fresh tomatoes. Trish was a very good cook; the rolls were soft and chewy, and the minced pork was chopped into distinct pieces, leaving a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

Victor gave a harsh critique of Drow's cooking skills, saying he still needed to practice more, since it wasn't him who was cooking and could find fault with everything.

"Fifty-one gold coins."

The priest, who was about to pay the adventure reward, stopped his hand on the money bag when he heard Drow's cold voice.

Victor raised his head and stared at the displeased Trissy: "The reward is fifty gold coins."

"The other gold coin is for lunch today."

"Two pieces of bread and minced meat are worth one gold coin? Are you kidding me, Drow?"

"Should we give it to them or not?"

The pastor muttered a few curses, but still took out fifty-one gold coins. He didn't like the spicy food that was common in Linhe Town, but Zhuo'er's food was actually quite to the liking of northerners.

Having received the money, Marcus prepared to find a place to sell the snake-men's spoils he had seized from the ruins. He needed to figure out one thing.

The quest "Golden Ballad" requires you to give the scale to Lorra. Of course, he won't give this item, which has a deep connection with the Water Queen, to the mage, but the quest still needs to be completed.

Would it be feasible to pretend to show it to her first, and then ask for it back later?

"I went to the Mage's Association, sold the items, and divided the money into four parts. Victor also helped."

Trissy, who was about to tidy the flowerbeds, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Going to find that vixen?"

Eileen pricked up her ears, listening intently to the new character. A fairy? Marcus's lover?

But to her surprise, instead of Marcus's evasive explanation, he nodded and said...

"Yeah, only she can collect these things. Just thinking about snake people hiding in the yard makes me feel nauseous. I can also go see Jenny. That little girl will definitely talk bad about me behind my back."

"Jenny is a good girl, you're just asking too much of her. Her things are in the second bedroom upstairs."

"it is good."

Marcus and Victor went out together, then parted ways on the street. Marcus had no idea what the priest was going to do.

Carrying a heavy backpack, I arrived at the impressive Mage Association.

The association is very spacious, and the floor-to-ceiling windows with extremely high transparency allow you to clearly see the incense burning inside even when you are walking on the street. The clean and tidy brick and stone storefronts seem out of place with the damp and rustic atmosphere of the town, like a gentleman who has been dragged into a quagmire.

According to the mage association's mission, wherever geniuses may emerge, they should be exposed to the rational brilliance of magic, so as to select every qualified talent.

Even in a dilapidated place like Linhe Town, there is an old first-level mage who is in charge, looking for people with spellcasting talent, and popularizing some rational common sense in his spare time.

For example, the Water Ghost Queen is fake, and of course no one believes this old mage who likes to talk nonsense. He only knows a few fireballs and ice spikes, which are nothing compared to Granny Keshaqi's spells that protect her family. Fireballs can't kill diseases.

Marcus walked into the Mage's Guild and saw Jenny sitting at the bar, engrossed in writing something.

"Hey Jenny, how have you been lately? Any progress with your magic? If you ask me, anyone can be a mage, but not everyone dares to be a warrior. Interested in switching careers and becoming a warrior?"

Jenny was startled and quickly covered what she was writing with both hands, looking up at Marcus: "Marcus, next time, could you knock before you say hello?"

"But the door is open, which means the Mage Guild welcomes anyone." Marcus walked closer to the bar, not even looking at what kind of shady love letters Jenny was writing. He slammed the heavy bag of spoils onto the table and patted it, making a very pleasant, crisp sound.

"Call your leader here, Lorra Orlando. She said if I find any interesting treasures, I should come to the Mage's Guild, and you will offer me a price that satisfies me."

"Wait a minute, I'll go get Teacher Lorra." Jenny stuffed the paper into the pocket of her apprentice's robe and shuffled into the house.

After a while, Lorse, with dark circles under his eyes, came out from the inner room. His slightly haggard appearance was completely different from the elegant mage he had met in the tavern.

"Hmm?" Marcus asked in confusion, gesturing twice with his finger towards Losera's eyes.

Lorra clearly ignored the reminder, covering her lips with her hand and yawning slightly: "Mr. Marcus, it's been a long time. Ever since Jenny told me about the Bloodline, I've been looking forward to seeing you."

Now that we meet again, what are you planning to do this time?

"I had a fight with the snake people a couple of days ago and got some rare stuff that might interest you." Marcus tore open the sack and first took out the most valuable item, the golden snake-head staff. He observed Lorthera's expression, and her dazed dark circles brightened noticeably when she saw the staff.

"Hmm————" Lorra gestured to place the snake-headed staff on the counter, her lips moved slightly, and she chanted some strange incantations that were difficult to understand. A beam of silver light shot from her palm toward the staff.

Her deep, lake-like eyes, shimmering with a silvery halo, were intently focused on the staff's response.

After a while, the mage nodded slightly: "A staff that can amplify the user's mental extension. The craftsmanship is very unique. It is a snake-man's item. I can offer two hundred and thirty gold coins."

Marcus didn't care much about the value; whatever Lorra said, he could only accept it. It was a buyer's market, and apart from the Mage Guild, he couldn't find anyone willing to take it on.

He was curious about something: could the spell Lorra had just used have the effect of identification?

"Was that an identification technique you just used? Can it accurately distinguish all sorts of things?"

"Hmm, an identification spell based on the association's database, capable of identifying various items based on their feedback. Unfortunately, Marcus—aside from this staff, everything else is just gold ornaments. Perhaps you have something else of greater value? I promise you won't be taken advantage of."

Lorthera made a pointed remark, and Marcus shared the same intention; he directly placed the longsword Blood Oath and the obsidian mirror on the table.

on.

"Come on, let me appraise them, but these two treasures are not for sale."

"Not selling? The monk may be generous, but he is also selfish."

"Go on, I'm not selling it anyway."

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