Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 23 Pure Love for the Nobleman

"In order to let my customers feel the charm of elemental magic, I made some small changes when designing the scroll."

Recognizing the identity of the person, Ethan's hope was rekindled.

First of all, this nobleman is very rich.

Secondly, he is also from the pure love camp. If you round it off, they can be considered as our own people. So it should be reasonable for our own people to support each other, right?

Ethan introduced it with all his heart. "When I was making the scroll, I found that the power of the ice arrow has a limit. These days, when you go out, you often encounter situations that cannot be solved by one ice arrow. In this case, you need to use three ice arrow scrolls. According to my design, by releasing the magic power in the three energy-storing parchments at the same time, you can launch a powerful attack."

Ethan couldn't help but give a thumbs up to this batch of scrolls. He felt that he was quite talented in this area.

The nobleman looked puzzled, "Uh, what is an awesome attack?"

This was the first time he had heard such a unique description.

"That is... you can think of it as a super-large frost arrow, which can effectively make up for the lack of a single frost arrow's attack area. If there is a large amount of water around, the effect of the scroll will be significantly improved. But remember not to activate three scrolls at the same time in a densely populated area, unless you want to be labeled a terrorist."

The nobleman was Ethan's first client, and since he was one of his own, he explained it in much more detail. "The same goes for the Ice Arrow Scroll. If you don't use the scroll with the intention of killing the opponent, please don't aim at his upper body. Also, you have to take the penetration of the Ice Arrow into account. Otherwise, you may accidentally injure others."

He didn't want his first client to accidentally become a psychopathic murderer or a terrorist.

"Oh? This is the first time I've heard of such an interesting magic scroll." The nobleman was very interested. He took a scroll and examined it carefully. "Are you sure this is the Frost Arrow Scroll?"

"A genuine Frost Arrow Scroll."

Ethan patted his chest and guaranteed, "If it's fake, I'll pay you ten times the price!"

The maid with short black hair following behind the young master had a different look. She had a pair of rare green pupils. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were looking at Ethan with disgust, as if she was treating him as a swindler.

"Interesting, 20 copies, 30 Golden Lions, great, I want them all."

When the young master turned to the maid, her disgusted look disappeared, replaced by a cute and well-behaved smile. Holding her backpack in both hands, she reminded calmly, "Master, I just noticed that the Frost Arrow Scroll in the Magic Scroll Shop seems to be only sold for 60 silver antelopes, and if you buy ten at a time, you can also choose any one of the primary elemental energy spell scrolls."

"But the scrolls in the store don't have a three-in-one function, right? And they can't launch a... uh, awesome attack."

The young master had a quick learning ability and remembered this unique description immediately.

The black-haired maid's curved eyes narrowed into a line, and her pretty face gave people a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

But Ethan always felt that the spring breeze seemed a little cold.

She stopped arguing, took out a cloth bag from her bag, counted out 30 gold lions, put them into the bag, and handed it to Ethan.

The maid's hands were shaking, but she was very professional, at least maintaining her decency in front of her young master. She probably heard the boss's declaration that "elemental shapers are no longer suitable for this version" while she was in the store, and saw him leave the store in disgrace after being rejected.

Ethan disagreed with many of his boss's comments, even though he had more than seven years of experience in selling magic scrolls.

He explained to the two of them seriously, "I think the boss seems to have a deep prejudice against elementalists. Basic elemental spells are not as bad as he said."

When talking about this issue, the boss used guns and bullets as an example, saying that times have changed and the gunner is the strongest profession in this version.

Ethan was confident enough to assure his customers that he would continue his business in Hearth Bay and that he was definitely not the kind of scammer who would extort money and run away. "The Frost Arrow Scroll I sold you should be better than a gun. I will stay in Hearth Bay. If you are satisfied with it, you are welcome to visit my magic scroll shop next time."

"Your shop?"

The nobleman looked around. Ethan was the only one here, and there was not even a trace of vendors. He joked, "Then at least tell me your name or nickname. Maybe I'll become a repeat customer."

"Lao Sen... eh?"

Ethan wanted to blurt out "Lao Sen Magic Scroll Belt Shop", but this was obviously not his name or nickname, "Good question!"

As expected of a pure love nobleman, the questions he raised hit the soul directly.

What's his name?

The black-haired maid took a deep breath and pinched the flesh on the back of her hand hard before she managed to remain calm. Then she rolled her eyes at Ethan while the young master wasn't paying attention.

What a roll of the eyes!
Not to mention her, even Ethan now feels that he is suspicious.

Obviously, his name is not Ethan. Hearth Bay is a place full of intrigues and deceptions. No one would use their real name in such a place, and the identity and code name of the Shelter Bureau investigator could not be used. Otherwise, Ivy only needed to take a quick stroll in Hearth Bay to see at a glance that he was secretly selling magic scrolls behind his leader's back.

Ivy is a good girl and a good leader, but she never represents just herself, but the entire Margaret family. Through what he has seen in the past two years, Ethan really doesn't want to have anything to do with the great nobles in the imperial capital.

The nobleman and the black-haired maid both looked at him, quietly waiting for his answer.

Theoretically, this is not a profound question at all, but Ethan had a thousand thoughts flashing through his mind. He was not good at naming, so it was difficult for him to come up with an impressive and majestic nickname off the cuff.

Until a face emerged in his mind: a distinguished chemist who had once stood at the crossroads of fate like him.

Same situation, facing the dark side of the world, unable to use your real name.

more importantly--

"Heisenberg, you can call me that."

Heisenberg is also Old Sen!

"Heisenberg..."

The nobleman's eyes were full of meaning. "Is that your hometown?"

"That's it."

Ethan didn't comment.

He knew that their understanding of hometown was slightly different. Heisenberg was referring to a movie or TV show he had watched in his previous life, and that was his real hometown. The young master was probably referring to a coastal city in the north of the empire.

"I'll remember that. Goodbye then. If your Frost Arrow Scroll is as good as you described, I will come back to buy it."

The young man rolled up the Frost Arrow magic scroll and put it into his bag. Ethan then noticed that the actual storage space of the bag seemed to be much larger than it looked. However, it seemed that rich people like them would carry backpacks of extraordinary quality.

For Ethan, it was a night of ups and downs.

Although there were some unexpected events, there was finally a good result.

original……

Is there no market for elementary spell scrolls anymore?

He looked at the backs of the young man and the maid as they walked away, thinking that this deal was definitely not an ordinary deal. After all, such big fat sheep were rare. However, this deal brought new inspiration to Ethan.

If the Frostbolt Scroll doesn't sell, change its name and make it something different.

His first customer did not come for the basic spells that cost 60 silver antelopes. What really interested him was the three-in-one effect.

However, this is not the limit of the Frost Arrow, and what he can draw is far more than that.

Ethan was still standing at the door of the scroll shop and happened to see the owner out of the corner of his eye.

The boss was also glaring at him, with a mixture of disdain and jealousy.

"You're lucky."

This is probably what the boss is saying.

Yes.

The boss's words reminded Ethan.

——If you really want to make money with magic scrolls, then learn some skills that no one else knows.

So, what is it that he can do that other elemental cartographers can't?
On this day, the old gentleman who had seven years of experience in selling magic scrolls had an expression as if he had swallowed a fly. He sat behind the counter, and it felt like ants were crawling all over his body.

He had already expressed enough hostility towards Ethan and did not hide his disdain. He thought that Ethan would taunt him after making money, and he was also prepared for a verbal battle with this brat - if that were the case, he would probably not feel as uncomfortable as he does now.

However, Ethan did not taunt him, nor did he go into the store again.

He even left him a message before leaving.

"Thanks."

There was no anger or sarcasm. When Ethan said this, there was neither the Mage Magic Scroll Shop nor himself sitting behind the counter in his eyes.

Seven years of sales experience have made the boss understand the meaning of this look.

This green-eyed kid must have thought of a way to make money.

Figure out how to sell the junk that can't be sold at all.

I really want to know!
The feeling of ants crawling on my body became stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)