The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Not long after, William came to a building that looked like a mill and stopped. The door was open. From time to time, villagers came in and out with grain on their backs. From the gap, William saw a heavy millstone.

"Master, Master, the weird breath came from here, but it was so weak that I couldn't find its source!" The magic mirror reported in William's mind.

William frowned, thought for a moment, and asked softly, "What is this strange smell? Do you know?"

The magic mirror didn’t answer immediately, but thought for a while before repliing, “Master, master, there is a breath of death in this breath, but it’s far more than that, it’s full of a sigh, and there is also a The smell of eternal silence."

"The breath of death? Are you saying there are resentful spirits here?" William moved in his heart.

"There is such a possibility." Magic Mirror said uncertainly.

One of William's potions also lacked the main material of Wraith.

The formation of resentful spirits requires a lot of luck. In this fairy tale world, after most people die, their souls dissipate soon. William does not know whether they have completely disappeared or went to other worlds. There are only a small number of dead people, because of their persistence Mind or resentment, as well as the environmental impact of death at the time, will become resentful spirits.

Wizards tortured humans, using "artificial methods" to create grievances.

However, this method is too cruel. William can attack the enemy, but he cannot do harm to the innocent, so he has been short of raw materials such as resentful spirits.

William couldn't bear to do it himself, but if a resentful spirit sent him to the door, he wouldn't stupidly refuse.

His mental power has fallen into a bottleneck recently, and it is precisely the stimulation of the potion needed to assist in the breakthrough.

William's self-talking behavior made the farmer with missing front teeth surprised. He hesitated and asked tentatively, "This distinguished guest, are you buying food?"

"Then you came to the wrong place. This is the place to grind the wheat. The bakery is near where Mr. Billy lives."

"I can assure you that there is nothing better in this world than the bread produced by our farm!"

The farmer with the missing front teeth slapped his shoulders and said swearingly, but William's attention was focused on the weird breath, how could he care about a little mortal!

He didn't say a word, he just looked around, often thinking deeply.

William's behavior made the farmer lack of front teeth very embarrassed, and his words were completely ignored.

Fortunately, it wasn't the first time this happened. He was used to it, and he didn't turn from anger into anger. Instead, he closed his mouth and waited silently.

At this time, William's unfamiliar face also caught the miller's attention.

The miller was a tall and thin middle-aged man with gray hair, like William's pitted cheek on the moon in his previous life, but with a kind smile.

He walked out of the mill, walked towards William with a faint smile, and said hello, "Hello, Mr. Merchant who can bring rich things!"

"How do you know that I am a businessman?" William recovered from his thoughts, raised his head, glanced at the Miller, and said.

The miller pointed to the villagers in the mill and said, "In Biya Farm, there is no secret!"

"Yes!" A loud voice came from behind William.

William looked back and saw a fat man weighing at least two hundred catties, with a funnel-like figure, and a belly weighing forty to fifty catties, walking over in stride.

Behind him, followed by two farmers in nondescript armor, holding two green daggers in their hands.

The green on the dagger is not poisoned, but it may have been too long and oxidized.

Without a magic mirror to explain, looking at the respectful appearance of ordinary people, William could see that this fat man was the owner of this farm, the so-called Mr. Billy.

Mr. Billy hurried to a short distance in front of William, gave William a pretentious look, and said, "Outsiders, I heard that you are going to trade salt with our farm!"

"Yes!" William couldn't find the breath by relying on the magic mirror. He thought it might be because of the day, and it might be easy to find at night. With this mind, William answered the farm owner's question calmly.

"Oh, show it to me."

William then pretended to take out a sack full of coarse salt from his arms and opened it to them.

In an instant, the breathing of the people around him became rapid.

That's salt, the gold of life!

The owner of the farm, Mr. Billy, was the first to recover. He looked greedily at the salt in William's hand, his eyes flashed violently and hesitantly, and finally turned into a simple sentence.

"Very good! So, businessman, what do you want to change?"

William is well-measured. The salt presented is not too much, and the weight is about the same. It will not cause the general life to take risks because of too much. Of course, William also has a lot of salt, which can be converted into A lot of money.

"Something of interest!" William replied casually~www.ltnovel.com~ his eyes still did not live in the mill room.

"Then you really came to the right place. Billy Farm will never disappoint her guests. What do you want to change? As long as I have it in my farm, but I have to say, if you want something in my farm No, then there are no other farms!" Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, boasted.

William didn't respond, just nodded faintly, and said, "I still need to see first."

"What do you want to see, I'll let him take you there!" The farm owner remembered his identity and should not be too casual. This is the so-called price drop.

"I'm more interested in this mill. I want to take a closer look. If I can, I want to live here tonight and take a look!" William said straightforwardly. He just didn't want to make an exaggeration. The attention of the Holy See, but this does not mean that he needs to accommodate ordinary people.

For ordinary people, he feels that he has enough patience.

As soon as William finished speaking, Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, hadn't commented yet. The miller who became silent after the owner of the farm came over, jumped out and said loudly, "No! I don't allow it!"

"What are you forbidden?" An ordinary person dared to question his opinion, whether he behaved too harmlessly.

William glanced at the Miller lightly, and the breath of being a formal liquefaction wizard pressed down on the Miller, causing cold sweat on the Miller’s forehead.

"No, I mean, the mill will follow you during the day, but it won't work at night! We are all going to sleep! And..." The Miller stopped talking.

"And what?" William asked immediately.

"And, the mill is haunted at night..."

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