Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 11 Choosing a Wand

There are about five hundred gold coins in the spatial ring, including living expenses given by his parents, as well as pocket money and various miscellaneous income accumulated in the past.

Blue Rose's territory is still too poor, and it is extremely difficult to squeeze money out of the lower classes.

Aside from essential living supplies, they have almost no other needs or habits and never buy unnecessary things.

So-called consumerism is only prevalent among the wealthy upper class.

Tai'an silently pulled himself together: "I want the Locust Tree Heart Magic Wand."

"How many years do you need? The most standard configuration is only a hundred years, but there are even higher configurations. Obsidian wand, Soul Crystal wand, would you be interested in learning more..." The catgirl saleswoman chattered on and on as she promoted her products.

The amplification ability of the Locust Wood Heart Wand is actually stronger than that of Tranquility Wood or even Walnut Wood, but its target audience is small, and it also has some side effects, so it is not popular in the market. The long-term lack of sales has led to a large backlog of inventory. Sometimes it even attracts ghosts, causing some unusual events. As a result, the price has had to be lowered again and again, from 150 gold rons to 50 gold rons now.

"No need! The simplest kind is fine..."

Becoming a wizard is just a facade. Tai'an is still preparing to follow the path of a cultivator and doesn't have much need for wands. The main purpose is to embellish his wizard identity, which might fool a few naive youngsters into close combat with him.

"Your Excellency Wizard, it won't hurt to learn more!" The green goblin with a pointed nose, wearing a top hat and a black suit, introduced himself: "I am Larkin, the sales manager of the wand shop."

Goblins are known for their cunning and treachery; almost all of them are unscrupulous merchants who make it their lifelong pursuit and pleasure to squeeze the last gold coin out of their customers.

There are many goblins in the Blue Rose Territory. Tai'an always enjoys watching them painstakingly promote their products when shopping, only to shake his head and not buy anything in the end. Watching them get frustrated and jump up and down is quite amusing.

Tai'an returned the wand, offering a detached assessment: "A wand with a locust wood core is ultimately just a transitional item for the apprentice stage; it doesn't need to be too good. Later, you can buy wands made of obsidian and ghost crystals."

Besides, using a locust wood wand can easily attract trouble; ghosts and spirits aren't all pushovers.

"You make a good point." The goblin Lajin smiled sheepishly. Lately, there had been some unpleasant commotion in the warehouse, and the shopkeeper had asked him to quickly clear out the locust wood wand inventory before the start of the school season. "Actually, we can offer an even bigger discount; one hundred gold rons would be a reasonable price. What do you think?"

"No need." Tai'an remained unmoved.

"Would you like to take a look at the obsidian and soul crystal wands?" Larkin continued to promote them with a beaming smile.

As a top salesperson, letting customers go easily is the biggest denial of one's own abilities.

"I'll come back when I need it." Tai'an took out a bag of gold from his spatial ring, preparing to count and settle the bill.

"Actually, our store also has locust wood cores that are over 300 years old." Lakin, unwilling to give up, made one last sales attempt.

"How is that possible? The lifespan of a locust tree is at most three hundred years." Tai'an didn't believe it.

"Yes! No matter how well it's maintained, three hundred years is the lifespan of a locust tree. However, there are always exceptions. There's one that's said to have lived for over a thousand years and has even been struck by lightning multiple times," Larkin described with an exaggerated expression.

Tai'an became somewhat interested: "Oh, that's quite special. Could you show it to me?"

"This way, please."

Larkin led Taian into the warehouse, where he climbed and rummaged through the shelves, shouting, "Hey! Hagen, where's my wooden stick?"

"Manager, we threw them all into the storage room last time there was a ghost..." the warehouse manager explained cautiously.

Larkin's face darkened: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

That one sentence from the barbarian fool reduced the price by at least 30% from my expected price.

Damn it! I'm going to dock his pay.

The goblin Lajin was furious, but he turned around and smiled obsequiously, "Your Excellency Wizard, please wait a moment, I need him to bring it over."

(End of this chapter)