Chapter 368 Praise for the Goddess Wojin

Leaving the Moonstone Mask, Tang Sen could see that the entire Neverwinter City had been hung with various banners, among which the face belonging to Fitch, the current Lord of Neverwinter City, attracted special attention.

"A piece of animal skin armor actually costs twenty dragon coins? Are these people crazy? The last time I came to Neverwinter City, I only needed ten dragon coins, and it also came with essential oils for maintenance!"

Baan stood in front of a vendor, his voice almost drowning out all the noise around him.

"Probably because of the Burning Sun Competition." Tang Sen looked at the busy market around him and said, "These businessmen want to make a lot of money."

"Even the prices of these ordinary equipment have doubled, and the price increase of those magic items is probably even more terrifying." Barn said angrily: "I think we may not need to go further. I feel like I am now A pig for slaughter!”

"Price is not an issue." Tang Sen shook his head calmly: "As long as I can find what I want, money is just a number."

Baan gave a horrified look: "The tone you speak is just like those big businessmen from Amn!"

"As a visitor from another world, where did you get so much money?"

Tang Sen smiled slightly: "Praise the goddess Wojin."

"You don't look like a believer in the God of Wealth. I mean, except when it comes to spending money." Barn turned his head and pointed forward: "Well, it seems that is our destination."

"Seven Days Trading Magic Store." Tang Sen read out the store's sign.

"The famous Seven Days Trading Group, their business territory is all over the Sword Coast. Except for the mage towers of the archmages, their magic stores should have the most complete goods." Baan introduced: "Of course, I'm afraid. It’s also the most expensive.”

The two walked into the store. The decoration of this store was obviously much more luxurious than other stores on the street. Even the products displayed in the lobby were not labeled with less than three digits.

"Arcane Missile Magic Scroll." Barn picked up a scroll and said, "Price is one hundred dragon coins?"

"A one-level spell? Is it so expensive?"

"It's a magic scroll with a first-level spell." A clerk came up and said, "It does not occupy a spell slot, does not require casting materials, and can be cast instantly. One hundred dragon coins is already a very low price."

He reminded: "Please be careful, it is best not to touch magic items before buying them."

"Do you think I'm some kind of rookie?" Barn said angrily: "The scroll of a first-level spell can't exceed fifty dragon coins at most!"

The clerk still had a smile on his face and just said: "Our seven-day trading group always clearly marks the price, and we are honest and honest."

"It is normal business behavior for the prices of magic items to rise with market fluctuations."

Barn wanted to say something else, but Tang Sen had already inspected the entire hall, so he walked up and said, "I want something better."

The clerk looked Tang Sen up and down, with an eager smile on his face: "Of course, Mr. Spellcaster, please come with me and your entourage. The good things are all upstairs."

"I'm not a follower!" Barn muttered out of confidence.

But the clerk obviously didn't care about the words of this obviously poor dwarf. He led the two of them upstairs with brisk steps and led them into a very quiet private room that was obviously decorated with a magic barrier.

After not waiting long, an old man with a goatee and a much more respectable dress walked into the box.

"I am the manager of the Seven Days Trading Magic Shop in Neverwinter."

"What does the guest want?" He said straight to the point without being polite: "Please feel free to mention it. I can guarantee that if you can't find something here, then I'm afraid you won't be able to find it in the entire Sword Coast. arrive."

Baan snorted disdainfully.

Tang Sen said: "I need something related to the art of talking with the dead."

The store manager was stunned for a moment and frowned: "This is an item related to magic."

Baan scoffed again.

The store manager glanced at him discreetly and coughed slightly: "Of course, as I said before, customers can find anything they want in the Seven Days Trading Magic Store."

"Although I don't have the goods here for the time being, I can contact other branches in Sword Coast. As long as relevant items are available, we will deliver them immediately."

"Even if the entire Seven-Day Trading Group is temporarily gone, we still have a large number of adventurers and all kinds of information under our banner, ready to go to all the dangerous places you can imagine to find the items our guests need."

"Sounds good." Tang Sen nodded.

"This is the confidence and commitment from our chamber of commerce." The store manager raised his chin slightly, "We are happy to meet any requirements. Of course, these require corresponding prices."

"Money is not an issue." Tang Sen emphasized this point and said, "But I don't have much time, so the sooner the better."

"I'm afraid it will inevitably take some time to transport goods from other cities." The store manager pondered for a moment: "If the customer just needs to use the conversation with the dead technique, I have other ways."

"There is a priest among the people in Neverwinter under the Chamber of Commerce who can use the Speak with the Dead technique. However, he needs to participate in the Scorching Sun Competition tomorrow. You know, our Chamber of Commerce will not let such a big scene go. If we can win the Scorching Sun Competition If so, it will be of great benefit to the reputation of the Chamber of Commerce.”

"So, his magical quota for tomorrow needs to be prepared for the Burning Sun Competition. If the guest is willing to wait, I can notify the priest and ask him to prepare the Conversation with the Dead spell the day after tomorrow."

"The price is only five hundred dragon coins."

Baan stood up suddenly and raised his eyebrows: "Five hundred dragon coins?"

Tang Sen held his shoulders and said, "I can accept this price, but -"

He paused: "I'm worried that he won't survive tomorrow."

The store manager smiled slightly: "The Burning Sun Competition is indeed dangerous, but that is for other participating teams."

"The adventurers of our business group are the most sophisticated. They have absolute strength and generous magic items. Please rest assured that no accidents will happen."

Tang Sen sighed slightly.

There won't be any accidents?

The store manager probably doesn't know that there is a red-robed mage who is eyeing the city of Neverwinter, and behind this red-robed mage is the ruler of the entire Seer, a powerful lich-Sazastan .

Anyway, in Tang Sen's opinion, let alone Sazastan, even the red-robed mage currently in Neverwinter City is definitely not someone he can match. After all, the other party is a genuine nine-ring mage.

What he wanted to do was to pry out Mr. Dwarf's information about the ruins before the Burning Sun Competition began, and then leave this place of right and wrong.