
"Sir, we're here!"
Joelson stuck his head out of the train.
"Benedict's Chamber of Commerce."
"Yes, that's the Chamber of Commerce established by Count Benedict. It includes two auction houses, three jewelry stores, more than a dozen magic potion shops, weapon shops, and so on."
The coachman was familiar with the Chamber of Commerce as if he was at home, and the answer was very subtle.
"Oh," said Joelson. "Then let's go to the gun shop first."
The coachman responded respectfully and rode the carriage for about five minutes.
He stopped in front of a shop with the symbol of a stick and a mage sword crossing.
"Wait at the door."
Joelson instructed the coachman and then stepped into the gun shop.
Joelson needs a magic wand.
Although mages do not rely on weapons as much as dirt, a good magic wand can accelerate the speed of casting mages, increase the power of spells, and speed up the speed of mana recovery.
In a duel between two witches with the same power, a magician with the support of a magic wand would definitely be able to destroy an empty-handed magician.
However, not long after Joelson came in, he came out.
The coachman felt strange. "Master, why are you so fast? Have you bought it?"
Joelson grunts quietly. "Nothing good here."
The coachman was a little surprised.
"Go to the store that sells magic potions."
The driver drove the car to change course.
Inside the car, Joelson's face was filled with helplessness.
He did not look down on the items in the store. The fire magic staff that the waiter had just introduced to him was excellent.
It was made from a red paulownia tree core and a medium fire-type gem the size of a pigeon egg. Joelson wants to buy it.
But when he asked the price, he found that it sold for eight thousand gold coins.
He can't afford it, so Joelson can only pretend he doesn't want it.
The Magic Potion Shop was not far away either.
As soon as Joelson entered the store, just like at the gun store, someone immediately greeted him.
"What do you need, dear customer?"
Joelson thought for a moment and said, "Do you have any spirit herbs?"
"Of course!"
The waiter showed a warm smile.
Those who would buy spiritual herbs were all magicians. Basically, all the witches are rich.
"The basic spiritual potion cost fifteen gold coins per dose, and a medium spiritual potion cost one thousand two hundred gold coins. What kind of things do you need?"
Joelson frowned and asked, "Why is it so expensive?"
The waiter smiled and replied, "I can give you a discount."
Joelson nodded and said, "Then I'll come again next time."
Then, he turned around and left.
The smile on the servant's face froze. He was so angry that he cursed softly, "Why do you pretend to be a witch when you have no money? You're wasting my time!"
Joelson heard it clearly, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then, he asked the coachman to take him to over ten different Chamber of Commerce and magic herb shops.
"Enough. Call it a day."
Joelson threw a gold coin at the evaporating coachman, looking a little sleepy.
"Let's go back. I'm tired."
"Yes sir!"
The coachman did not understand why this noble master was so strange. After walking around for an entire day, he seemed to have bought nothing after walking around half of the Imperial Capital.
He doesn't understand.
But he did not dare to say anything more. He sent Joelson to the academy gate not far away and rode the carriage happily.
He was quite happy to earn two gold coins a day.
After Joelson got off the train and waited for the train to leave, he did not immediately return to the Magic Academy. Instead, he turned around and entered the alley.
A few minutes later, a tall and thin man in black robes with a pale face and a thin face walked out of the alley.
That was Joelson.
It's not that he didn't buy anything.
He had now transformed from a handsome young man into a raspy, eccentric, and lonely master of magic herbs.
This is a necessary disguise.
Joelson has to be careful.
If one knew that he was selling medium-level spiritual herbs and was being targeted by others, the consequences were not what he wanted to see.
After all, whether it was him or Du Lu, their current strength was extremely weak.
The Snowflake Chamber of Commerce.
Medium sized Chamber of Commerce.
The large Chamber of Commerce had a lot of good stuff, and Joelson could not offer too high a price. The small Chamber of Commerce also had no money, so they could not sell at too high a price.
Little George stood in front of the counter and yawned from boredom.
There were no customers all day, but a well-dressed noble youth came in the afternoon and asked many questions.
George thought there was a big customer coming, so he was very enthusiastic. He made tea and tried hard.
In the end, the other party left without buying anything, which made him extremely angry and depressed.
Suddenly, someone entered the store.
George's eyes twinkled, and he quickly walked towards him. Yet upon seeing the other party's appearance, his spirit instantly diminished.
His clothes were too shabby, and he did not look like a rich man.
"Sir, is there anything you need?"
Little George still asked politely.
But the other party didn't even look at him. He walked straight to the store and sat down. "Contact your store manager. I want to discuss a big business deal with him."
George could not help but frown. "Sir?"
Before he could finish his words, the other party glared at him ferociously.
The eyes are like knives. George suddenly felt a wave of fear, so much so that his back was covered in cold sweat.
"I'm. I'm leaving soon!"
George hurriedly ran away, cursing in his heart, "F* ck! It's actually a witch!"
It was normal for a magic potion shop to meet a magician, but it was George's own misfortune to meet such an arrogant and unreasonable magician.
Joelson sat down for a while, and the manager of Shelley's Magic Potion Shop slowly walked over.
It was a thin, short, sharp-eyed middle-aged man.
"Dear customer, how can I contact you?"
Joelson snorted coldly.
"Call me Edward."
"Mr Edward."
The manager sat across from Joelson with a smile.
"What big business do you mean?"
"Did you receive spirit herbs?"
The shop manager frowned slightly. He thought that the other party was here to buy things, but he did not expect them to sell things.
His attitude soon became very cold
"Our Chamber of Commerce has its own miracle pharmacist."
Joelson interrupted him and said, "What if it's a high-tier spirit herb?"
"What?!"
George, who was beside her, could not help but scream. The store manager glared at him, his gaze changing.
"What do you mean?"
Joelson took out a spirit herb and placed it on the table.
The shop manager frowned slightly.
"It's just an intermediate-tier spirit herb."
"You're wrong."
Joelson shook his head and said seriously, "This is a high-tier spirit herb, a new type of high-tier spirit herb. It increases meditation efficiency by 40%, and can increase the affinity of the fire element by 30%."
"How is this possible?"
The store manager could not help but laugh.
Joelson looked at her indifferently.
"You can try."
The store manager saw that Joelson did not believe him and said a few words to Little George. Little George left quickly and immediately led the others out.