In the dry and clean stable, the atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet, with only the occasional snorting sound of the horses.

  Retired officer Leyman had a look of surprise on his face, sizing Downton up and down, no matter how he looked at him, he didn't think he was the kind of master who could afford to buy a good war horse.

  Danton opened his backpack and pulled out a cherry-sized ruby, handing it over to Layman.

  "When I was an officer, I found all sorts of gems in the homes of many noble lords and made a fortune. Unfortunately, there's no chance for that now." Leiman snatched up the gem and held it against the light filtering through the skylight, examining it carefully.

  Dangton didn't take the bait. He knew that Leyman had participated in the Eastern Expedition of the Twelve Kingdoms twenty years ago, and it was also during that time that he accumulated a considerable fortune.

  "This can't be the stolen goods, right?" After confirming that the gemstone was fine, Layman seemed to ask casually, but his eyes were like a sharp knife, staring into Tangton's eyes.

  Those aristocratic families found it troublesome to carry large amounts of gold coins when going out, so they filled their money bags with precious gems cut into specific shapes. When consuming, they not only had face but also status, making them the focus of those bandits' attention.

  "Do you think I'm a thief?" Danton stared straight at Layman, without flinching.

  "Haha, how could that be?" Seeing no panic in Tang Don's eyes, calm and composed, Layman estimated that the gem might have been picked up by him, and muttered, "Really good luck."

  "Shouldn't its value be enough?" Tang Dun inquired, having already made up his mind that it was worth 20,000 gold Delrans.

  The so-called Grand Encyclopedia of Magic has existed for countless epochs, and even the number of magic crystals that have been seen are as numerous as grains of sand, let alone a few precious gems.

  "More than enough, I had specifically researched it back then to sell off those treasures I gathered. This one's value is roughly around 30,000 Gold Delrans."

  Downton furrowed his brow, where did this difference come from?

  "You wait here, I'll go prepare 10,000 gold coins." Layman was preparing to find his wife and confirm the value of the gemstone again. She liked jewelry and often bought it, so she knew the market price well.

  In the spacious stable, only Tang Don remained, he took out the magic book and asked for the reason.

  "What I'm talking about is the value of the gemstone itself, you're forgetting the added value, and besides that's a price from five hundred years ago." Holma displayed her magical flame script, speaking fluently, "Even professional appraisers can never give an accurate price for jewelry."

  Tang Dun nodded, if this gemstone is processed and made into a finished piece of jewelry, the price will be even higher, but he doesn't have time for that.

  "You're also a wealthy owner of an entire underground city, don't be petty about this small amount." Holma teased Tongdon, "In the war space, there are still over 300 gems, calculated, you're also a multimillionaire."

  "That's got to be packed into the bundle too!" Tang Don thought, clearing up those undead creatures, don't know when they'll be gone.

  "Don't you have any ambition? Those truly wealthy families all use magic drills, and you're still far behind! Holma listed out the inventory, unable to help but complain, "Morning Dew Town is too small, many supplies can't be bought."

  "You're not thinking of spending all that million-dollar gemstone, are you?" Tanton looked at the final total and was a bit startled.

  "Magic stones, various potions, these are all necessities, the more the better." Holma instructed, "You must ensure that when you get lost in various secret realms, you also have supplies to last at least a hundred years!"

  "Secret realm? Isn't it too early to talk about this?"

  Mysterious realm, as the name suggests, is a mysterious region.

  Ancient ruins, divine sites, rifts in time and space, connecting other planes of the Western Continent, can all be referred to as Secret Realms.

  A secret realm often means great opportunities and wealth, attracting countless adventurers.

  The nine great empires dominated the mainland because each country controlled several or even dozens of secret realms, from which they extracted vast resources and power.

  In the Sunflower Empire's Hero Corridor Secret Realm, the most renowned place on the continent, is every young man's yearning destination, and a must-visit place for every Decree Stage mage.

  The underground city under Wuya Ridge can also be considered a secret realm.

  "Preparedness is the best defense." Holma was extremely cautious, "And with the defensive magic equipment, plus the five-fold concentration of magical energy, you're about to advance to Soul Stage Two. You must make thorough preparations, otherwise you'll definitely die under the elemental attacks of the Law's backlash."

  "Downton? What are you doing here?"

  Matt followed the stableman into the barn, where he saw Tudor and immediately looked shocked. Behind him were six companions, all of whom were the postal clerks who had been ready to thrash him at the post office that day.

  Tang Dun keenly sensed Matt's change in attitude. Before, he had always called him "Brother Tang" and was excessively flattering.

  "Oh, so you couldn't take it at the post office and came to work at the horse track?" Mate adjusted his collar. "You'd better be careful, Secretary Officer has found a group of local ruffians in town, preparing to deal with you."

  It seems like a caring reminder, but between the lines, it's completely schadenfreude.

  "Looks like you've been doing well lately?" Danton closed his magic book.

  "Cough, thanks to you, the suffocated one has now been promoted, temporarily taking over as postmaster!" Mate coughed, cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and put on a self-satisfied expression.

  "Congratulations!" Tang Dun used to be a postmaster general, in charge of over 100 postal workers.

  "Haha, are you jealous of me now?" Matt said with a smug face, winking at Downton as he pushed aside the butler, "Step aside and let him attend to me."

  The servant was still speaking when he was pushed aside by six postmen.

  "Hey, I'm here to buy a horse today. Our first postman, introduce one, huh?" Mate walked up to Tongdon's side, put his arm on his shoulder, and looked back at his companion, "Haha, not even a single horse, dare to call themselves the first postman of Redwood County? You guys think it's funny or not?"

  The six postmen laughed in harmony, and Matt had long been unhappy with Tong Dun. Now that he finally found an opportunity, he naturally wanted to mock him.

  "Are you very happy?" Tang Dun's expression was indifferent, and he swept a glance at the six mailmen.

  Seeing Downton's calm and collected demeanor, their hearts skipped a beat, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

  "Wasn't it you guys who gave me the nickname 'First Postman'? And another one, 'Western Boundary Fox', also spread by you, brought me a lot of trouble. Little Ge Langtai has been blocking me every day because of this nickname."

  The six postmen fell silent, their faces showing a look of trepidation as they thought about the various things that Tong Dun had done.

  Not to mention anything else, all the postal workers in the entire postal station were extorted by the watchtower guards known as "Western Boundary Worms" to the point where they lost their underwear, and often got beaten up. Only Tong Dun could pass through unscathed multiple times, which made people admire him involuntarily.

  "Never mind those useless things, I'm formally notifying you that you're fired, how's that? How does it feel to have lost your rice bowl?" Matt hated these incompetent mailmen, and was actually stunned into silence by the other person's single sentence.

  "It doesn't matter, I was going to slap my resignation letter in Ballmer's face anyway." Danton didn't even glance at Matt.

  "Come and see, this is called hitting the face to fill the fat child. If you don't work as a mailman, you won't earn less gold coins in a month, will you? How about your sister's tuition?" Matt thought that Tong Dun was making a last-ditch effort. "Alright, call me Brother Ma again and give me some more gold coins, I'll help you beg the Secretary for mercy."

  The six postmen knew that Matt was blackmailing Tongdon and wouldn't help him even if they got the money.

  "Tsk, tsk, it seems you don't understand my painstaking efforts. Then go deal with these horse turds every day!" Mate nodded towards the black stallion in the stable with his chin, "See that? We poor devils toil our whole lives and can't even afford a single leg of this pure-blooded horse. They're born to be ridden by those aristocratic masters."

  "No, Downton can afford horse manure!"

  "Nonsense, it's free, take as much as you want and just pull it into your home."

  "What's the point of going through all that trouble? We might as well just stay here. The horse is eating better than he is anyway."

  A postman picked up a handful of hay and handed it in front of Tong Dun.

  "Come on, eat quickly!"

  The mailmen burst out laughing, teasing and mocking their former superior, this feeling was indeed great, but the next second they were like ducks with their necks pinched, their laughter squeezed back into their throats.

  Tang Dun twisted his waist and swung his arm, his right fist clenched like a battering ram, heavily hitting the face of the mailman holding the grass.

  Bang, the postman's jaw was directly knocked off, and he flew out like a spinning top, finally thudding to the ground like a dead dog.

  Pffft, pffft, the mailman spat out two mouthfuls of bloody water, mixed with a few yellow teeth.

  The postmen were shocked and retreated in unison, then exchanged eye contact, ready to take action. If they beat Tang Don a bit, they would definitely leave a good impression on the secretary.

  "It really can't be beaten!" Seeing the bloodstain on his fist, Tang Du brushed it off on Ma Te's body and said, "Aren't you buying a horse? I recommend the one on the left."

  "You're stupid, Old Man Matt! I was mocking you, can't you understand? And yet you introduce me to a horse? You poor wretch, your whole life is destined for hard labor." Looking at Tang Don's calm expression, Matt couldn't hold back anymore and revealed his true face, bellowing at him.

  "Sir, arguing is not allowed here." The stable manager came over to stop Mart.

  "Cut the nonsense, sir is here to buy a horse, not listen to your lectures." Mate pushed the manager, "Go, open the stable for me, sir wants to ride now."

  Ma Te has long wanted to show off in front of Tang Dun, he wants to prove that he is the No. 1 in the postal industry.

  "Sir, this horse is five hundred gold coins!" The steward saw that he couldn't persuade Martel otherwise and could only quote the price. If he rode it and couldn't sell it afterwards, with the owner Layman's temperament, the unlucky one would be himself.

  Matt's momentum was suddenly stifled. He had recently made a small fortune, but it was only about 100 gold coins, which was far from enough to pay off the debt.

  "What's the meaning of this? You're looking down on me?" Matt's eyes rolled and he bellowed again, changing the subject.

  The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow and curled his lip. He had entertained many guests before, and with one glance at Matt's reaction, he knew the guy didn't have enough gold coins in his pocket.

  "What's all the commotion?" Layman walked into the stable, two servants carrying a trunk and panting behind him.

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