Smelling the blood in the air, Balmers suddenly came to his senses and turned around to escape.

  Dangton's wrist flicked violently, and the suitcase flew out with a "whoosh".

  He hadn't run more than a few steps when Balmers was hit in the back, fell forward and landed on his face, coughing painfully.

  "Bowman, I'm gonna kill you!" The sinister man knew that Tongdon and the clerk had a grudge, so he said this to make him let go of himself.

  Dangton lifted his right foot and heavily kicked the face of the old man, directly kicking him unconscious, before walking towards Balmers.

  "Mr. Secretary, you're not working at the post office, what are you doing here?"

  Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, Balmers struggled to climb up, but someone blocked his way.

  "My wallet is lost, yes, I'm going out to look for my wallet." Bormer made a very poor excuse, his tone had already revealed a hint of pleading, "If you're not busy, I'll be off."

  The clerk had not yet stood up when Downton kicked him in the shoulder and his fat body fell back again.

  "Since you took office, I have never offended you, why must you deliberately bully me?" Tang Dun was puzzled, "Is it just to establish prestige?"

  Balmor was silent, he wanted to make the post office his own pulpit. People like Tongdon, who don't fawn or flatter, naturally made him uncomfortable, and it's no wonder he didn't accept you.

  "Never mind, even if I knew the answer, it wouldn't matter." Tangdon walked towards Balmers.

  "What are you going to do?" Balmor slid back a few feet and then hastily scrambled up.

  "You don't like getting mail? Well, let me show you what it's like to get punched! " Thaddeus' right fist clenched tightly, shouting, "Balmers, grit your teeth!"

  "No, save me!"

  The clerk's shout was abruptly cut off as Tongdon landed a heavy punch on his chin.

  Balmers head was knocked back, dizzy and vomiting two mouthfuls of blood, his entire mouthful of teeth were loose.

  "If you hadn't fired Will and Durin, they wouldn't have taken the risk of going to Raven's Peak to make money."

  Thinking of two dead friends, Tangdon's chest was suddenly filled with anger and he kicked Balmur hard.

  "Ah, you dare hit me? The constable is a good friend of mine, you're dead for sure!" The clerk covered his head with both hands and twisted like a worm.

  Dangton kicked even harder, and Balm's mouthful of teeth were all kicked down. He didn't forget the words of the old cripple from earlier, that he would cut off his own legs, if he couldn't become a magic user, then this life would be wasted.

  "Spare me, it's not just Will and Durran, the thirty-odd postmen I sacked can come back to work too." Seeing that threats didn't work on Downton, Boulmer immediately changed his tune.

  The clerk is a cruel and ruthless scoundrel, facing the mailman under him, cruelly like a tyrant, often beating and scolding, but when encountering even more ruthless people, he becomes a weak and humble beggar, begging for mercy without dignity.

  Watching the furious Tang Don, the thugs were as still as cicadas in winter, deeply afraid of being stared at by him. At this moment, they all regretted it, provoking a magician and even a holy knight was absolutely a losing business.

  To prevent Boulmer from taking his anger out on other postmen, Downton broke his leg, which would keep him off work for several months.

  "If you're not satisfied, come and look for trouble, I'm waiting!" Tang Dun picked up his suitcase and turned to leave.

  "I dare not again." Baulmer begged for mercy, but as soon as Danton left the alley, his gaze turned venomous. He decided to go find the constable, even if it cost him a fortune and he had to owe someone a favor, he would find an excuse to have him hanged at the town gate.

  "What's all this about?" Tanton mounted his horse and went to old Goriot's grocery store.

  "It's hard to say in a short time, let's prepare for supplies first. Except for that black-hearted pharmacy, there's no other way?" Holma asked.

  "There's another one, but it looks deserted." Danton hesitated for a moment, then decided to go take a look under the urging of Mo Tian.

  The Wolf and Spice Grocery Store, from the time of Tong Dun's diary, has been located at the northern entrance of Chen Yu Town. However, for more than half a year, it is closed, and sometimes when it closes, it will be two or three years before it reopens, with dust accumulating on the steps in front.

  Downton was in luck; the general store was open, and he pushed through the swinging doors and went inside.

  It looks unassuming, but unexpectedly quite large inside the hall. There aren't many goods on the shelves, but there's a wide variety of them, including potions and magical medicine for sale.

  A transparent specimen bottle was filled with a white preservative agent, soaking a pineapple-sized heart.

  Thump, thump, though slow and weak, but the heart is indeed beating, as if it were still in its master's chest cavity!

  "It's the heart of a Wyrmkin, I don't know which alchemist processed it, but the technique is amazing. Judging from the color of the heart, it should have been extracted for over a hundred years, yet it's still beating."

  The magic book projected a green beam of light, which swept across the specimen bottle and then displayed the test results, with dense praise between the lines.

  "Are you interested in the heart of Long Xi? It can be yours for just 10,000 gold coins!"

  The originally dimly lit grocery store seemed to be filled with color all at once because of this ethereal voice.

  Dangton's spirit was stirred, and he felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart.

  Her gaze leapt over the shelves and landed on the slender figure behind the counter.

  "Hey kid, if you're gonna buy something, decide quickly, we're closing down tomorrow."

  Her entire figure was wrapped in a brown cloak, and the large hood covered her face, which made Tang Don slightly disappointed, but judging from the voice, it should be a 14 or 15-year-old girl.

  "I heard from people in town that the shop owner has a strange illness that prevents her from seeing sunlight, always wearing a cloak, but it shouldn't be her, right?"

  "Young man, staring at a stranger like that is very impolite."

  "Sorry!" Tong Dun hastily apologized, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, this performance was really too embarrassing.

  "It doesn't matter, you just choose whatever you like. If you're not sure about buying it, then don't bother me." The figure yawned and leaned back in the recliner, "I'm conserving energy for tomorrow's trip."

  Dundun nodded hastily, although he hadn't seen her appearance, but he super liked the other's voice.

  The owner of the Wolf and Spice Grocery spoke with a slightly raised tone, an attitude that was like a big sister casually instructing a little kid following behind her, superior yet not annoying.

  She was used to calling herself 'us', used to holding an apple, biting it with her white teeth after taking a bite, looking at the tooth marks on top, and savoring that sweet taste.

  "You, like our sound?" The shopkeeper was eating an apple and made a crisp sound, suddenly saying something that made Tang Dun very embarrassed.

  "No, no!" Tang Don denied, but the other's voice made his heart uncontrollably thump, thump jump, he didn't know what was going on?

  "Boy, under my gaze, all disguises are futile." On the counter was a plate with four bright red apples stacked on it. The shopkeeper picked one up and tossed it to Tong Dun.

  Dangton hastily caught it, almost dropping the magic book to the ground.

  The shopkeeper no longer paid attention to Downton and took a nap with a botanical atlas.

  Tang Don walked between the shelves until he was sure the owner couldn't see him, then let out a real sigh of relief.

  "What's going on with me? Have I been enchanted?" Tang Don asked in writing.

  "Do you really think her voice sounds good?" Holma knew, but didn't know how to answer, so she changed the subject.

  "Don't you think so? Listening to her voice is like sitting on a patch of grass under the shade of trees on a sunny summer day, eating ice cream and watching white clouds drift lazily across the blue sky!" Danton wrote down the red words with a flourish of his goose-quill pen.

  "You're really a pretentious young man, stop daydreaming and hurry up to buy things, time is pressing." Holma urged, estimating that if she didn't interrupt Tang Don, this kid might even write a 14-line poem to express his emotions.

  "What's with the unlabeled potions?" Thunderton walked over to the shelf where the potions were stored, eyeing the small vials, reminding Mordenkainen, "No soul sensing."

  "It's obvious that this is a privately configured medicine, no wonder the business of this store is not good, unless it has a reputation, otherwise no magician will buy medicines with unknown origins."

  "How is its efficacy?" Tang Don asked again, subconsciously he didn't believe that female shop owner would sell ineffective medicine.

  "Even without using magic, just simple observation, I can determine that these medicinal ingredients are of good quality, at least excellent grade, with an efficacy rate of up to eighty percent."

  Homa is not a professional pharmacist, but has seen countless prescriptions and has enough experience to make up for it, with eyesight that is no worse than some intermediate pharmacists.

  "Take this bottle of high-potency magical elixir, for example. There is no sediment, and the color is a sky blue, which is a characteristic of top-grade potions. One hundred milliliters can fully replenish the magical energy of a fourth-tier magic user with an empty soul."

  "No problem, then." Tanton picked up the vial of medicine that looked like an ink bottle and held it up to the light. The color was just like a drink, absolutely not nauseating.

  "Don't look anymore, take everything, we're not afraid of expensive prices now, just afraid there's no stock." Holma asked Tangton to go pay the bill.

  "I'll buy all those medicines, how much will they cost?"

  "Our medicine is quite perfect, considering you have a good eye for it, I'll give you a 30% discount." The shopkeeper straightened up and pulled out a dusty medicine box from under the counter, handing it to Tang Dong. "You pack it yourself, about 200,000 Gold Delran!"

  Although he had expected it, when Tang Don heard the price, his heart still skipped a beat. All these liquids, even if poured together, wouldn't exceed one liter, but the price was outrageously high.

  "The price she gave was very fair." Homer commented, "So they say, knowledge is wealth!"

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