Zhang Xing pondered for a moment and came up with an idea.
At noon, a thin young man wearing a gray robe and holding a pair of crutches came to a magic potion shop in the west of the city.
This young man was Zhang Xing in disguise.
When the shop assistant saw that it was a disabled customer, his enthusiasm was not so high.
"Excuse me, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" His tone was neither cold nor warm. It was just a routine sentence, and he did not step forward.
"I'm selling a bottle of advanced magic potion." Zhang Xing changed his voice to sound a little low.
"Huh?" The shop assistant's eyes showed a look of surprise.
Could this person be a magician?
But there was no symbol on the cuffs, so he must be a magician's apprentice.
Could a disabled person also practice magic?
The shop assistant put away these doubts and walked forward. As long as there was money to be made, everything else had nothing to do with him.
He took Zhang Xing's bottle of advanced potion, opened the small glass bottle, and sniffed. Then, he dripped a drop on the test reagent. After a few seconds, everything was normal.
"Our shop's purchase price is six thousand gold coins." The shop assistant's eyes flashed with a cunning light.
Zhang Xing snatched the potion bottle and turned to leave. He said coldly, "The shop next door seems to be buying it for eight thousand and five hundred!"
"Slow down, slow down!
Sir, eight thousand and five hundred is impossible. I'll give you six thousand and five hundred at most. "
The shop assistant saw that this kid was not easy to fool and hurriedly increased the price.
"Eight thousand and three hundred. If not, I'll go to another shop!" Zhang Xing said.
"I'll give you seven thousand at most. If not, then forget it!" The shop assistant added another five hundred.
Damn, I've never seen such a greedy shop assistant. He'll probably get a lot of extra gold coins.
"Eight thousand and two hundred!"
"Seven thousand and five hundred!"
"Eight thousand and one hundred!"
"Seven thousand and eight hundred!"
Zhang Xing then walked out of the door with the help of his crutches.
"Okay, eight thousand!" The shop assistant gritted his teeth, his eyes showing some disappointment.
"Deal!" Zhang Xing's mouth showed a trace of a smile.
Looking at Zhang Xing's back, the shop assistant snorted and whispered, "You're almost a magician and still so stingy, little stingy!"
Zhang Xing walked to a place where there was no one and slipped into the island.
"Haha, I've earned 7000 gold coins!"
Next, he bought another eight bottles of high-grade mental strength potions and went to the largest potion shop.
Most of these pharmacies were the businesses of the major families of St. Roland Castle. They competed with each other, but they were also united.
When Zhang Xing walked out of the shop, he was noticed by several people in the surroundings. They inquired and found out that the shop was selling Advanced Magic Potions.
When they saw him appear again, they were a little apprehensive in their hearts. Could it be that this cripple had a lot of medicine in his hands?
After Zhang Xing sold the seven bottles of potions, his heart was overjoyed. It was as if a mountain of gold was piled up in his space.
As he walked, he felt that something was amiss behind him. His lips curled up in a cold smile. Were these people harboring evil intentions? Were they trying to murder him for his money?
Do you really think that just because I'm a cripple, I'm a fat sheep just because I have 60,000 gold coins?
Indeed, a Magic Apprentice with no background, missing legs, and a lot of high-level potions was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in their eyes.
Zhang Xing leaned on his crutches and walked out of the city at a leisurely pace. Behind him, a spiritual force was tightly locked onto him.
When he came to a forest outside the city, Zhang Xing stopped.
He turned around and looked at the six people who were swaggering behind him.
One Advanced Warrior and two Intermediate Warriors.
One Advanced Magician and two Intermediate Magicians.
Using this lineup to deal with a disabled person, they all felt that it was a bit of a fuss.
But the shop owner was cautious by nature. He wanted to make sure that he got back the gold coins for the seven bottles of potions.
And he wanted to get more.