The coachman's face lit up when he saw the golden glow. "Dead Soul Grass? Can you describe it to me? Maybe I've seen it somewhere, but not by this name. "
"Oh, how's Rudin doing? Is Saladin still fighting? "he asked casually.
Angele scrunched his eyebrows. "Is there really no way to buy it?"
The next morning, Angele woke up at 10 o 'clock. He had slept too late last night, and it took him a full seven hours to recover.
Angele was surprised, and he looked at Sophia.
* Dong Dong Dong *
Angele nodded. His whereabouts had probably always been within his tutor's grasp.
"By the way, have you heard of the Dead Soul Grass?" He suddenly asked. He had a few more gold coins in his hand.
"You went to the Red Stone Mountain Graveyard, right?" Adolf smiled. "I'm not just a linguist in Marua," Angele said.
"Let's go. My father is in the study on the second floor."
About 20 minutes later. Angele stood in front of a herb store by the port. He could see carriages and people passing by. It was noisy and noisy.
Angele was surprised, but he smiled. "Yeah, I was a bit scared."
"Is that so?" Angele was speechless. It was only the first stage of the wizard apprentice's practice, but it was already so troublesome. He didn't know what kind of trouble he would encounter after that.
"Master, how do I solve the problem of the Black Clover and Dead Soul Grass? It's hard to get them. I need them. "
The store was under a gray residential building, and it was located in the middle of a row of shops. There were people in different clothes walking in and out of the store. Some of them were wearing noble clothes, but most of them were civilians. There were also some mercenaries with swords and other weapons on their backs. It seemed like the store was doing well.
"The sooner, the better."
Angele bowed and sat down on a leather sofa by the side.
"Price? It's too early for you to say that. Thousands of gold coins is not a small amount for me, but I can afford it. What I'm interested in is your potential, your future. "Adolf's smile faded as he spoke clearly.
Not long after, Sophia, who was dressed in a red dress, walked in, confused. "Father, why did you call me?" She glanced at Angele, who was sitting on the sofa, and then looked at Adolf, who was smiling. He gently closed the door behind him.
"An all-black clover? Oh … are you talking about the Black Clover? It only grows in graveyards. So that is what you have come here for? "said the stableman, suddenly comprehending. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I've heard people talking about the Black Clover in the pharmacy. It seems to be a very expensive herb. This place definitely doesn't have it. Even if it did, it would have been harvested long ago."
In the middle of the graveyard, some people who came to pay their respects could be seen from time to time. Among these people, there was an ordinary nobleman in his teens. His face was expressionless, and his eyes kept drifting around the grass around the tombstone. From time to time, he would walk from one tombstone to another. He didn't look like someone who had come to pay his respects. Beside him was a middle-aged coachman dressed in grey clothes.
He knocked lightly on the door.
He left the pharmacy. The sky had completely darkened.
After finishing his breakfast in a hurry, he informed the academy's security office and registered his departure certificate. He then hired a carriage and headed straight to the Red Rock Mountain Graveyard.
It cost thousands of gold coins to buy one. He couldn't afford it even if it was offered to him.
"Master Angele, it's getting late. Shouldn't we go back now? "the coachman reminded him in a low voice. He had been following behind this young noble for almost two hours. If it wasn't for the fact that the young noble had given him two gold coins, which was equivalent to twenty silver coins, which was equivalent to him pulling twenty people, he definitely wouldn't have followed behind this young noble like a fool.
When he arrived at Adolf's villa, the harbor bell had already struck seven o 'clock in the evening. There were all kinds of oil lamps on the road.
"Why are you so sure that I'll pass the Will test?" Angele was confused.
"Mary, ask Sophia to come in." He yelled at the door.
Sophia noticed Angele's presence. "Angele, you're already here?" She was surprised. It seemed like she knew Angele would come again. Angele opened the iron door.
The young man nodded. "The Black Clover is worth thousands of gold coins. It's not a normal herb. You can only find it in auctions or in private collections. This herb … was banned by the alliance more than ten years ago. Civilians are not allowed to buy it. Violators will be punished. The property will be confiscated. "
Angele got off the carriage and saw Sophia watering the plants in the garden. There were four oil lamps hanging in front of the door. It was not bright, but it was not dark either.
The only thing he could do now was to find Adolf. Adolf was the one who gave Angele the Wizard's Book, so he could only rely on him. The Dead Soul Grass and the Black Clover were not something Angele could find.
Angele nodded and walked into the house without her leading the way. He walked up the winding stairs to the second floor and arrived in front of the reading room.
"You have the potential to become a wizard if you can see the real content. I've given the book to many young people, but you're the only one who can see the real content. Only those who could read the real content would come to me on the second or third day after receiving the book. Normal people can't finish the book in such a short time, "Adolf said with a smile.
Adolf was lying on a bamboo recliner with his eyes closed, wearing a white nightgown. He was wearing a white robe and holding a leather book in his hand.
In the afternoon, the setting sun dyed everything bright red. There were several golden clouds floating in the sky.
Angele was wearing a dark-red noble hunting suit. He was standing in front of the pharmacy. The people going in and out of the city would glance at him from time to time.
He checked the situation in the shop. He walked up the stairs and entered the door.
"Of course."
The owner of the shop was weighing the herbs for a man and a woman. He was an old man with a white beard. He looked kind and friendly. He looked like an experienced potion master. Several young men and women were introducing the herbs to other customers. A young man walked to Angele as he entered the shop.
"Master, I think you already know that I'm here for help," Angele said.
"I'll be there in half an hour!" The coachman patted his chest and laughed.
"It looks like a three-leaf clover, but it's completely black."
"A pharmacy?" Angele nodded. "Bring me to the pharmacy then." He threw two gold coins to the coachman. The coachman caught the coins happily.
"What do I need to pay?" Angele asked calmly. Although Adolf liked Angele a lot, he would not give him something that was worth thousands of gold coins.
"It's getting dark?" Angele noticed that the sky was getting dark.
Adolf opened his eyes and a smile appeared on his face. "You didn't disappoint me. I hope the content of the book didn't scare you. "
"Welcome, Young Master. What's wrong with you? Do you need anything?" The young man smiled.
Angele twisted the handle of the door and opened it. * Creak *
"Is that so?" Angele nodded. It seemed like the Marquis of Syrias was killed, but he did not know where the coachman's information came from, so he was not sure if it was trustworthy. If it was true, then the only problem would be solved after Philip's death.
"I bought a Black Clover a few years ago. It'll be good for the foundation." Adolf smiled.
"Angele, do you think Sophia is pretty?" Adolf asked.
There was an iron bar outside the pharmacy, and there was a sign made of cloth hanging on it. The words were written in Rudin's language: Mars' Little Pharmacy. There was a picture of a dried herb beside the sign.
Angele took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to the coachman. Only then did the coachman break into a smile and continue speaking. "I heard two passengers talking about it. Not many people escaped from Rudin's territory. They were all small nobles. The bigger teams were all intercepted, especially the royal team. They were surrounded by enemies from several kingdoms. I heard they were in a terrible situation … "
"I want some Black Clovers. Do you have them here?"
This senior sister, who was about 20 years old, had a delicate and pretty face, giving off a gentle and quiet feeling. She was wearing a tight red dress. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair, and her figure was curvy and extremely well-proportioned. Her arms and neck were exposed, and her skin was as white as snow.
On the outskirts of Marua's Red Rock Mountain, the top of the mountain had been dug out to form a huge platform. There were grayish-white tombstones on it, surrounded by a lush green forest that sloped down to the sides. The whole mountain looked like a trapezoid from afar.
"You're right. But there must be a lot of people coming to the port from Rudin's territory. Are there any important people in there? " Angele asked. He knew that the coachman was a frequent visitor, and he could get a lot of information from the conversations of the passengers.
The coachman smiled, but he didn't say anything.
He scrunched his eyebrows. His gaze swept around the surrounding bushes, unwilling to give up, and finally revealed a trace of disappointment.
"Come in. The door isn't locked. "Adolf's old voice came from the door.
It was the nearest pharmacy the coachman recommended. The price was reasonable.
"Take a seat."
"Black Clovers?" The smile on the boy's face froze. "Are you kidding me? Even the largest pharmacy in the port doesn't sell these rare herbs."
The coachman thought for a while and said, "I heard from the people who escaped from Rudin's territory that Rudin's territory has not been conquered yet. The rest of the territory has been taken by the neighboring kingdoms. Saladin's people rarely come to the port, so we don't know much about the situation. We're just normal civilians, and we don't have the right to know about these things. "He smiled.
"Forget it. Let's go back," Angele said in a light tone. He turned around and walked to the exit of the graveyard.
Angele asked the coachman to send him to Adolf's mansion.
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