I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 105 Stepping in
"Too expensive. I'll buy the regular one first, and come back to buy this one when I have more money. Can I use this cloak to pay 500 gold?"

The old man's face lit up with a smile: "Of course, no problem. But we'll definitely need to check for any injuries later. But I want to ask you something now: did you do what happened last week?"

DuPont looked completely bewildered: "What is it?"

"Oh, it's nothing." The old man was relieved after hearing this. It was good that the kid was pretending to be stupid. "It's 990 gold coins. How about you buy one more item? If you spend 1000, I can make you a member. You'll get a 9.8% discount on everything you buy in the future, and I can also give you two scrolls as a gift."

"That's great! Give me three Sleep spells then. By the way, do you have any rings that can be enchanted with Silence?"

"Yes, but it's expensive." The old man said, taking off the ring from his hand: "800 gold coins once a day."

DuPont was shocked: "Holy crap, the fake life ring I was going to sell last week only cost me a little over 400 gold, and this one is double that?"

“You mages don’t know the Silence spell, and these are usually products of the church. Church items are generally expensive, and I only got this because of connections.” The old man said, putting on the ring. “Besides, these things are not normally allowed to be sold in Harua. Usually, only magic merchants from outside would secretly bring some in, which indirectly raised the price. If you want this, I can’t sell it to you.”

DuPont immediately pulled out eight hundred gold coins: "I don't want the local church's."

A sly glint flashed in the old man's eyes: "That'll cost more, and this isn't something we sell here. It's spoils from your contract quest, understand?"

DuPont scoffed and pulled out another gem worth 50 gold coins: "Is that enough?"

The old man nodded in satisfaction, opened the door, and soon the food was brought over.

DuPont didn't bother with formalities, ate his fill, and then turned and left, leaving the grandfather and daughter staring at each other in disbelief at the messy table.

"Grandpa, this person doesn't seem to have very high manners." The girl frowned. "He doesn't seem to respect the elderly or care for the young at all."

The old man shook his head: "He's only 14 years old, so why would he care about this? Besides, he has something on his mind, so of course he's not in the mood to be polite with us. As long as he's willing to do business with us, why bother with so much?"

The girl was puzzled after hearing this: "Could it be that he really caused what happened last week? No wonder he was so generous."

"Probably. Don't make things up without evidence. Just keep it to yourself." The old man put down his knife and fork and sighed, "Doing business is business, but no matter how big the business is, it's not as lucrative as killing. But this business is like licking blood off a knife's edge. You never know when you might capsize in a ditch or get arrested and imprisoned. Don't follow his example. Better safe than sorry."

The girl nodded, but was still a little puzzled: "But isn't this something that only reckless adventurers would do? How could an academic like him be so bold?"

"The academic school? Northwest College only teaches magic and doesn't care about anything else. They'd rather teach golem classes, which few people want to learn, than moral classes. You could say that Lavoisier despises the academic school the most."

"Don't underestimate this wild land of the Northwest. They are not like Yalah's group of sweet-talking, treacherous people. When they are really angry, they don't care about being polite."

He went to the Enchantress's House again, but this time he wasn't very enthusiastic when facing the glamorous DuPont proprietress, who was clearly still upset about his order cancellation.

“Esteemed guest, most of our girls here can’t withstand faction detection. Not touching your belongings is already our greatest sincerity. If we ask for more, no girl might be willing to risk accompanying you.” “I don’t know how to detect factions. Why are you telling me this nonsense?” DuPont said, taking out a gold coin: “I need the same room as last time. Oh, and dinner doesn’t need to be delivered.”

After taking the key, DuPont entered the house and locked the door from the inside. He then quickly made his way to the upper city area to stake out the location.

The Upper Town was very quiet at night, with no more drunkards and quarrels that could be seen everywhere in the Lower Town. The guards here patrolled every twenty minutes or so on their horses, and there were more of them on the job. Although it wasn't very thorough, the long swords at their waists and the muskets on their backs were more than enough to deter thieves.

Yes, DuPont saw something very interesting: a musket.

However, DuPont, who was out staking out the location, couldn't possibly ask the guards to lend him some. The information system only provided a hint that the local dwarf civilization had firearms, but no specific data.

However, since people here have them, maybe they also have them in Beer Town. After I finish my business here, I can ask Deva. If she has any connections, I can buy one to play with.

Although this thing is probably not as powerful as Arcane Missiles, he is currently short of spell slots and has only practiced archery but never used it. Buying one can be considered as making up for his ranged attack methods.

Bypassing the guards, DuPont approached the previously unassuming yet secretly luxurious mansion. However, he did not act rashly. Instead, he took a small piece of raw meat from his pocket and threw it into the mansion.

With a dull thud, DuPont breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed there was no defensive barrier set up here.

A mage's dwelling usually has all sorts of magical traps. A typical protective barrier can trigger electric shocks and levitation effects, but such barriers are very expensive to build, so it seems that Benjamin didn't spend that much money.

Having confirmed that there was no most stringent protection, DuPont quietly summoned his magical pet. A snow-white owl appeared out of thin air in front of him. He switched the pet's vision with a flick of his finger, and suddenly the night sky around him seemed brighter. A mischievous voice echoed in his mind.

"It's been a long time since I've been to the material world. Are you my master?"

DuPont simply replied "yes" and then pointed to the roof: "Go and see if there are any other people's magical pets there. If so, take them with you."

After hearing this, the owl flapped its wings and flew away. DuPont looked at his pet, which was probably a fairy spirit, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Is this the price of a chaotic neutral camp?

First-level spell: Summon a summoned creature.

Magical Pet: You obtain a magical pet that is connected to your soul. Its race is not a beast, but depends on your faction, such as Celestial, Fairy, or Demon. The magical pet's essence can transform into an animal form with a challenge level of 0 according to your preference.

You have the ability to telepathically connect with your pet. You can switch your sight and hearing to your pet's senses, or have your pet transfer contact spells to you. You can only have one pet at a time.

(End of this chapter)