Wizarding World Beekeeper

At this time, Blackstone Town is full of ice and snow elements.

For example, there are ice crystals hanging at the door of every house.

And the snowman piled in front of the door.

It adds a rare romantic atmosphere to this mining town with strong folk customs.

In the central square of the town stands an ice sculpture of a goddess - abstract in shape and rough in workmanship, with only a vague human figure visible.

At first glance, it looks like an amateur carving.

In fact, the people who processed this ice sculpture were several experienced miners.

It was carved out with their miners' picks.

Only if it can be exquisite can there be ghosts.

As night falls, the celebration begins.

The square was crowded with people singing and dancing.

The ice sculpture is surrounded by torches and crowds, and the celebration continues until the ice sculpture melts.

The only bard in town played a tune in front of the campfire.

There was clearly no musical instrument in his hand, he was just stirring the air with his slender fingers, yet he could produce beautiful piano sounds.

Accompanied by his charming voice, a beautiful movement was performed.

Young people danced to the songs.

Among the carnival crowd, two short figures wrapped in brown cloaks remained motionless, like two sacks filled with goods. Only two pairs of eyes were revealed, proving that they were living creatures.

The bright eyeballs reflected the light of the bonfire, and he observed the crowd sharply.

An old voice came from the larger "sack": "Look over there, that freckle-faced young man, what do you think his current 'needs' are?"

The smaller "sack" next to him had a more childish voice: "Well... He was wearing a formal suit that was out of season for this occasion, and his hair could be seen to have been specially taken care of. There should be someone he particularly cares about... He has been dodging. Who are you looking at? Ah, the girl with long brown braids. The latter's attention was completely attracted by the bard's voice and did not notice him at all. Maybe, he needs a beautiful flower or something A suitable gift to express your feelings...Am I correct in my analysis, Master?"

"Most of it is true, but you think too complicatedly and are divorced from reality. Take a good look at him. He is only wearing a thin coat on a cold day and is shivering from the cold. He is abandoning the temperature for the sake of grace. I bet he is now I can’t even open my mouth.”

"Oh, I understand, he needs warm clothes most now!"

"But that conflicts with his need to stay handsome. Moreover, the profit of a warm coat is far less than that of a warm-up amulet."

"It makes sense, but Master, is he really willing to spend so much money to buy a talisman?"

"Don't underestimate human beings' desire for mating, especially young men of this age. They will do anything for a happy kiss... Look, there is an example in front of you."

A pair of young men and women stepped back from the dancing crowd, holding hands, their rosy faces and happy smiles reflected in the firelight.

The two kissed passionately while holding hands and moving to a place where there were few people nearby.

"What do you think they need most at this time?"

"Uh, a bed? Hehe."

"Hehehe...?!"

The lovers saw two "sacks" on the ground out of the corner of their eyes, and subconsciously sat on them.

Unexpectedly, one of the "sacks" suddenly jumped up, waved two thick short arms and shouted: "Let me see clearly!"

The woman exclaimed and took a closer look. The two "sacks" stood up, but they were two dwarves under brown cloaks.

The couple blushed and apologized profusely, holding hands and slipping into the crowd.

"How rude."

The young dwarf muttered dissatisfiedly.

At this time, I went to see the young man who was more elegant than warm, but he had already disappeared.

Maybe I finally couldn't bear the cold anymore and went home.

I left this venue with regrets as my needs were not met.

The dwarf sighed sadly.

"Don't be depressed. As long as you are willing to observe, there is demand everywhere in this world." The old dwarf paused and added: "In addition, it doesn't matter if there is no ready demand. High-end businessmen can create demand by themselves..."

The old dwarf paused for a moment, then stroked his beard under his cloak, narrowed his eyes, and looked in a certain direction among the crowd.

The dwarf knew that his look meant finding the target.

Immediately follow his line of sight and look over.

I saw a richly dressed gentleman standing at the front of the peripheral crowd, enjoying the minstrel's performance, with an elegant smile on his face, and applauding the wonderful performance with the people around him.

His hands were covered with rings of various colors.

"A mage." The old dwarf made a very certain judgment based on his experience.

As we all know, mages are all wealthy people.

No matter what level of mage you are, the magic props in your hands are indispensable.

There are also various materials required for casting spells, all of which require money to support.

You can't become a mage without money, unless you are lucky enough to meet a generous and responsible mentor.

"But he looks like he lacks everything." The dwarf analyzed it and found that the other party was impeccable.

"As I said just now, high-end businessmen can create demand on their own. Follow up, don't talk nonsense, and watch from the sidelines. I will teach you how to do it."

As the old dwarf spoke, he moved his short legs, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the mage.

The dwarfs followed.

…

"I am Grad Wheel, a traveling merchant from Rapau. This is my apprentice, Tuba."

The old dwarf took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a broad, weathered face. His gray beard was stuffed into the cloak and looked like it might hang to the ground.

The dwarf next to him also took off his cloak following his introduction, revealing a typical dwarf face, with a big nose, protruding forehead, broad cheeks, a beard that has begun to take shape, and a clear sense of stupidity in his eyes.

Carter heard him say that he was a traveling businessman and became interested.

The alchemy workshop has just opened and has not sold anything yet.

Maybe you can make your first profit from them.

As a traveling merchant, you buy from here and sell there.

Carter saluted them and introduced himself: "Carter Neo, the alchemy workshop in this town is opened by me and my companions."

When the old dwarf heard that the other party opened a shop and did business, he immediately became interested.

There are many alchemy items in his inventory, especially many magic potions, which will expire if they are not sold.

Maybe, you can make a lot of money from him.

As a traveling businessman, making money is the only purpose. He has no prejudice against wild alchemists. As long as there are some who can make money, he can deal with them.

He immediately suggested: "Why don't we find a place to have a drink and maybe discuss business."

Carter smiled and said, "That's exactly what I meant."

…

Most of the residents in the town were gathering outside to party, so the tavern was deserted.

Carter and the two dwarves chose a table by the window and ordered three glasses of ale.

After some polite exchanges, they felt each other's details and temperament without leaving any trace, and each of them felt confident.

Carter asked:

"The period of chaos is about to begin. Do you still want to continue traveling?"

"What you don't know is that the period of chaos is the most profitable season for traveling merchants."

I rarely interact with traveling businessmen, so this may seem counterintuitive, but Carter understood it after thinking about it for a while.

During the chaos period, population mobility weakens, and people's demand for traveling merchants will indeed be higher than usual.

"You don't look like an alchemist." The old dwarf stared at him sharply with a pair of slightly cloudy eyes. "If I guessed correctly, you should be a mage, and you major in wind spells."

"good eyesight."

Carter acknowledged his look.

He probably didn't use any identification skills just now, he just relied on experience and naked eye observation.

It was nothing to see that he was a mage.

But it is not that easy to draw the conclusion that he majored in wind magic.

This old dwarf is very good at reading people.

After being praised by the other party, the old dwarf did not show any joy.

"Then I thought you might be interested in this."

The old dwarf said, taking out a bottle of dark blue potion from his storage backpack and placing it on the table.

It is different from the common bottles on the market in Tulum Kingdom.

It's not a potion bottle with a round belly, but a square one.

"Windwing elixir, I got it in the Holy Shield Kingdom. As far as I know, this elixir is not currently popular in Tulum.

"It can greatly increase the power of the user's wind spells. As a wind mage, you should be able to sense the rich wind element in it."

Having said this, the old dwarf paused for a moment, as if waiting for him to check.

After Carter picked it up and observed it, he continued with great pride: "The best thing is that its toxic and side effects are far less than the same type of potions commonly sold in Tulum. After taking it, in addition to the resistance to ice, it has Apart from the attenuation, there are almost no other side effects. And according to experiments, it takes almost a dozen bottles in a row before obvious signs of poisoning will appear."

The old dwarf leaned back on his chair and showed a confident smile: "Have you ever seen a more perfect potion than this?"