Wrong, my skills refresh every week

First of all, he knew that Lililuka was being bullied by her clan, so he wanted to test whether I was a pursuer?

In other words, this immortal who seems to have escaped from the worldly world is still partial to Lilyluka even now.

Even to the point of already guessing someone's identity!

Ciel sighed: As expected of the reincarnation of Fyanna. Even the immortal spirits would subconsciously protect her.

Human nature in this world is so complicated.

Shire reorganized the language:

"She should still be fighting for her dream. I didn't come here to look for her."

"Oh?" The old goblin climbed onto his chair and said casually, "The guest is..."

"Since you called me your guest, you must be here to make some purchases. I heard that you have some special merchandise, and I want to see if there is anything I need urgently."

"Oh, you really are a guest. Come here, come over here..."

When Manager Bom heard this, the wrinkles on his old face relaxed.

Charles followed Manager Bohm around to the warehouse at the back. As he tapped the floor lightly with his cane, as if entering Morse code, an underground passage appeared before Charles' eyes.

Bohm tapped the floor again, and magic stone lamps lit up on both sides of the dark passage.

He turned around and said, "What kind of goods do you want? I have a lot of good things here."

Charles thought for a moment and said, "Are there any black robes that magicians use? It would be best if they can cover the face."

The goblin raised his lazy eyes slightly: "Oh? This is a very rare product. No wonder you found me, an old man."

In the world of Dicuo, magicians are a very rare profession. Unlike the universal wizards, they are scholars who focus on studying magic.

It is an abbreviation for the study of magical technology.

This type of profession is very rare in Orario, a heroic city that pursues fame, fortune and great deeds, but is more common in the Magic Kingdom.

Charles also tried his luck: "I didn't expect it to be true."

"Yes, come with me."

Bohm led Charles into the tunnel.

As his palms tapped rhythmically, the grids of the room changed intricately like a Rubik's Cube, and finally in front of Charles was a wooden door carved with intricate patterns.

Owner Bohm blew the dust off the handle, took out his handkerchief, gently pinched the handle and turned it.

With a click, the wooden door opened.

"Wait here, I remember that thing seemed to be..."

As he spoke, there was a noisy sound of rummaging inside, and soon Bohm came out with two gift boxes.

"I found them. These are the two. Take a look and see if you are satisfied."

Charles took the gift box from Bom and opened it. One of them was very gorgeous, carved with various goblin gems, and the craftsmanship was very extraordinary. Even a novice like Charles could clearly sense the faint fluctuations of magic in it.

Bohm introduced: "I bought this from a passing great magician ten years ago. In terms of value and performance alone, it exceeds the average second-level adventurer's weapons. It can not only reduce the damage of most magic, but also block curses of a high level."

"This... isn't cheap." Charles was a little embarrassed.

"It's only 5000 million fares. If Orario didn't have such customers, I wouldn't give you this discount."

Just...it's okay?

"What about this?" Charles turned his gaze to another relatively simple cloak.

It is all black and doesn't feel special. Due to the corrosion of time, the edges are very rough and messy, like the product of countless garbage bags sewn together.

"Well..." Manager Bom stroked his chin and thought for a moment, confused.

"I can't remember. It was a long, long time ago. I have long forgotten who sold it. It must have been several hundred years. It can be considered a cultural relic now. Although it is very broken, it would not be cheap if it was sold to a collector from the Sorcerous Kingdom."

Didn’t expect there would be an unexpected gain?

This robe, which bears traces of the passage of time, is exactly what Charles expected!

As if he could see that Charles was not well-off, Bohm asked:

“What’s your budget?”

Charles thought about it and decided not to hide it. He couldn't afford to hide more, and he needed this disguise very much:

"500 million Farley."

"make a deal!"

"……Um?"

I...lost something?

Noticing Charles's gaze, Bohm stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction, "Young man, these two things are really hard to sell. In fact, as long as you pay, I'm willing to sell them to you at any price."

"But to be honest, you're not losing money at this price. If you take it to the Sorcerous Kingdom, you can at least double the price."

You are such a bad old man...

"How much was your original purchase price?"

"I can't remember clearly. Alas... I'm old. You know, goblins, like dragons, like to collect treasures. It may be that I picked it up when I was young..."

"Picked it up?"

"fart!"

Chapter 19: The Witch's Hidden

The old goblin jumped up and hit Ciel on the knee.

"Which of the old man's collections doesn't have a history?"

Ciel thought for a moment and said, "I don't believe you don't normally collect ordinary adventurer equipment."

"...That's pocket money! It's not my collection! My collection is..." Shopkeeper Bom said halfway, but when he saw Charles's shining eyes, he stopped talking and said suspiciously:

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I suddenly felt that you looked very much like my grandpa, so I thought I'd come visit you more often during the New Year and other holidays."

"Are you thinking about visiting relatives? You are thinking about my baby!"

Oops, exposed!

Charles suppressed the greed in his eyes.

Fairies are the favorites of heaven and earth, just like gods, so they don't have to worry about anyone spying on them. In addition, goblins are best at escaping underground and sneaking, so no one is willing to take the trouble to target them.

But, I am not afraid of thieves stealing, I am afraid of thieves thinking about it.

Bohm didn't want to be nervous during the holidays, so he frowned and shouted, "Get lost! Take your things and get as far away as you can!"

Bom kicked his calf, and drops of blood seeped through the bandage onto the ground.

"you……"

Bohm smelled blood in the air and looked up with a complicated look.

"If you dirty the floor, you have to pay for it..."

Only then did he notice the slender bones of Ciel's arm and the lining covered with bandages.

It's not easy for this kid either, this damn era.

"Does your grandpa really look like me? Where is he now?" Bom asked in a mysterious way.

“It’s hanging on the wall.”

"You boy!"

The well-informed goblin immediately understood what Charles meant. He was about to jump up and teach this rude kid a lesson, but he had already disappeared into the silent night.

He looked at the bag of fari left by Charles, and while counting them he murmured, "That's the remains of a sage. This kid is no ordinary guy..."

As he was counting the money, his hands suddenly stopped: "Fuck! There are only 499 holy gold coins here! I still need 1 faris!"

……

Under the silent moonlight,

Charles put on the "Sage's Shell" that he had taken from Manager Pom, and shrouded in darkness, he wandered around the nearby streets.

"It should be... nearby."

The goblin shop owned by Shopkeeper Bom is very close to the destination that Charles will be heading to this time. Perhaps because he inherited the interests of magicians and wizards, the location of the shop is very mysterious.

After walking around for thirty minutes and descending countless stairs, I finally saw a scarred door deep in an uninhabited path.

There was a shaky sign hanging on the door, with the words "Witch's Hideaway" faintly written on it.

"This is it!"

Charles calmed himself down, stretched his shoulders, and exposed his arm that had lost its flesh and blood and was now full of bones.

Keep moving forward, toward the bottomless underground room.

When Charles opened the door, a sharp and old voice sounded in his ears.

"Oh, it's a new face... You... You? Who are you?"

What caught my eye was a crude counter, behind which sat an old woman with a hooked nose. She was wearing a cloak and a pointed hat, and looked exactly like the witch in the storybook.

"Are you the owner of the Renault store? An old friend asked me a question, and I think I'll get the answer here."

"Oh? Please go ahead." As if she had noticed something, Grandma Renault straightened her back.

"Has Altina's cat ever dreamed of immortality?"

Ciel lowered his voice so that the other party couldn't tell his age, and said the 'code' that existed in his memory.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the witch with a weird atmosphere immediately widened her eyes and stared at Charles nervously.

When her eyes fell on Charles's bony hands hanging by his legs, she said in a lost voice:

"Are you the envoy of Lord Fels?"

Charles didn't know what the relationship between the shop owner and Fels was. There was no need for explanation at this time. His body was the best answer.

"I have some problems. Can I get answers here?" Charles repeated what he said before.

Granny Renault lowered her head and said, "I am sorry for saying too much. The fact is, you came with a message from that gentleman, that's all."

"Come with me. The answers you seek are all inside."

The old woman said as she walked into the store. Ciel suppressed his excitement and followed her.

The shelves of the shop were filled with bottles of stuffed snakes and scorpions, as well as strange cauldrons boiling crimson juice.

After passing through a tunnel with chains and sickles hanging from the ceiling, I walked to a huge bookshelf.

The old woman stretched out her weathered hand and gently stroked the back of a white-covered book. With a "click", a bookshelf moved forward and slid to the side, revealing a hidden warehouse inside.

The warehouse is filled with a wide variety of 'magic tools'.

Pairs of twin crystals, a holy grail made from a unicorn's horn, a treasure chest filled with gems, a music box made from fairy magic...

This is the emergency warehouse of the 'Sage', which is filled with all of Fels' works.

Grandma Renault sighed:

"That immortal master can only dedicate his light to those ridiculous gods. He never cares about those fleeting people. Our ancestors have guarded this place for generations, and over the years, the only person who has visited here... and gained the trust of that master, is you."

The shopkeeper spoke slowly with his back to Ciel, and from time to time he watched Ciel raise his hand and touch the magic items on the counter.

This person must be a very important person to Lord Fels, perhaps the successor to achieve true immortality!

"Take whatever you want, but please help that lord!" The old woman expressed her respect and sorrow for the noble man, left Charles in the warehouse, and left alone.

When Charles was the only one left in the room, he could no longer suppress his excitement. He covered his mouth, lowered his head, and trembled all over.

“Heh…heh…hah.”

The deep laughter echoed in the empty secret room.

Magic props! A whole warehouse of magic props, she said: Take whatever you want!