"Actually, if you think about it, Felix, you're the biggest lucky charm. Ever since you came to the inn, I haven't had any bad luck." As the conversation reached this point, Su Yao admitted that she was somewhat testing Felix's intentions.

Su Yao had only just started calling out a few times when, after the weapon smiths bought some items, more and more people gathered in front of her stall. Soon, a long line formed along the street. Su Yao no longer needed to shout; she saved her voice for introducing the products.

Felix's expression remained indifferent, and his tone was the same as before as he repeated, "As long as you like it."

The people here are genuinely wealthy, even more so than Su Yao had imagined. When a weaponsmith, in a hurry to queue up, forgot to bring gold coins, he casually threw a string of gold chains from his body to Su Yao.

"What does he mean by this? Is he admitting it?"

"This chain is too valuable. How about you bring some gold coins later and redeem it?"

[Damn! I knew it was him! Virus! Big virus! (Knife dripping with blood.jpg)]

"It's okay, I don't lack chains, I lack good food."

"System, calm down."

"This... doesn't seem quite appropriate!"

"Felix is a koi fish, helping the unlucky players, he's good; you scold him, you're bad."

This person was so generous that even the system felt a bit sorry and suggested to Su Yao: [How about you exchange something else for this person?]

The system was speechless at Su Yao's blind actions.

Of course, the main purpose of the system was still to make money from Su Yao.

Su Yao no longer cared about the system's thoughts. She turned around and continued to help the team.

Su Yao hesitated for a moment, pulled the person aside, and handed him a box of bread and ten sets of jianbing guozi, all freshly exchanged from the system mall.

After lunchtime had passed, the line in front of Su Yao's stall suddenly became much shorter.

The weaponsmith stroked his small mustache, his eyes lighting up again and again. "Are all these just for me?" He hadn't seen these items on the stall.

"Boss, hurry up, give me ten portions, I need to leave right away."

"Yes, quickly put it away. But the value of these things is far less than the necklace you gave..."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"No worries, no worries, you can't buy my willingness with a thousand gold pieces!"

The Peng family's three brothers were packing so fast their hands seemed to blur. They couldn't understand why these few customers had suddenly become so urgent. A few people at the back of the line even gave up waiting and turned to leave.

The conversation had reached this point, so Su Yao didn't try to dissuade him any further. She accepted the gold chain, planning to give it to Zhan Xing later.

An old lady waiting for her package sighed, "You’re not from the North, are you?"

The weaponsmith quietly put away these new items and was about to leave when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He stopped, turned around, and pulled Su Yao back. "Young lady, I want to discuss something with you."

The other old woman next to her said, "I remember this place used to be a small alley. They just appeared suddenly today. They definitely don't know."

"What is it?" Su Yao also lowered her voice to match the man's tone.

"The North is at war right now!"

The weaponsmith was very pleased with Su Yao's cooperation, his little mustache twitching. "I wanted to ask if you take on apprentices, just to teach that teleportation magic array and such."

"Has everything gone into chaos?" Su Yao hadn't forgotten about the war, but she had been here all morning and hadn't felt any particular impact on the weapon town.

"Ah?" Su Yao thought they were going to talk about food, but she didn't expect the topic to change so quickly and from such an unexpected angle.

"Basically, you could say it's all a mess." The old lady pushed back her silver hair and told Su Yao and the others, "You might think Weapon Town looks pretty peaceful, but that peace only lasts for one morning. Starting from two in the afternoon until the next morning, it gets just as chaotic here."

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"To be honest, this magic circle is a one-time use, and I can no longer find the person who made it. But we can discuss the matter of taking on a disciple. How about... you take me as your disciple? I also have all sorts of delicious food!"

"Yes, little girl, you must lock the door. If someone knocks, send out someone with a lower magic level. Don't let the officials recruiting mages see that anyone here has a high magic level, or they'll definitely take you away."

The more the weaponsmith listened, the more his expression grew sorrowful, but upon hearing the last sentence, he instantly brightened up. "Yes, yes! I must say, young lady, you have a discerning eye. On this street, my skills are the best."

The old women also said that this group of people would take high-level magicians away as soon as they saw them, regardless of whether they were willing or not. Many southern travelers who came to buy weapons were also forcibly taken away.

After speaking, the weaponsmith took out his badge, engraved with the words "Master."

"But I see that many powerful wizards are still buying things..."

The system simultaneously introduced to Su Yao: [Weapon masters have their own levels, similar to those of magicians, but with some differences. The difference lies in the titles of weapon masters and magicians. Levels 1-3 are beginner; levels 4-5 are intermediate; levels 7-9 are advanced, and level 10 is master.]

"Oh, those are the ones with money and weapons. Weapon masters can directly provide weapons to avoid it, travelers can pay to avoid it, and the best off are ordinary people like us, who can give some food to escape the fate of being taken away."

Level ten is a grandmaster!

Nowadays, the only people who can live normally in the small town are either ordinary folks, weapon smiths, or wealthy travelers.

Su Yao's eyes widened slightly. The little golden dragon was so useful; she had just casually tested it and found a max-level expert!

How absurd!

"Master!" Su Yao happily changed her form of address directly, "Would you like to come in and sit for a while? Have you had enough breakfast? I have a lot of good things here!"

Hearing this, Su Yao only felt it was absurd.

The weaponsmith looked at Su Yao's enthusiasm and felt happy himself. "I haven't eaten, but if you want to sit inside, you'll need to wait a bit. I still have to go back and close my shop. By the way, I'm not one for formalities, just call me Percy."

"Haha, the expression on your little face!" The old woman couldn't help but laugh at Su Yao's complex and funny expression. "Don't worry, don't worry. Although from the afternoon until the next morning is the time for their demon-hunting mages, it's not a difficult thing to hide if you really want to."

The weapon smiths here rarely take on apprentices. When someone does take on an apprentice, people from neighboring shops will come to inquire, and even peers from other streets will come to assess the apprentice's aptitude. If the apprentice is talented, the peers won't say much, but if there's any flaw, they will gossip behind their backs, calling the master and apprentice a fool and an idiot. Therefore, everyone is very cautious about taking on apprentices, and even if they do, they don't like being called "master" by their apprentices.

"Our weapon town is different from that city of alchemists. Their alchemists have weak combat abilities and lack self-defense means, so they were quickly controlled, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. I heard they are forced to hand over several bottles of potions every day. But in our weapon town, the one thing we don't lack is weapons. If we really go up against those soldiers, the weapon smiths can just throw weapons together to protect us."

Percy didn't know how talented Su Yao was, so it was better to stay low-key until it was confirmed whether she was a genius.

The old women took their belongings and hurried back.

Felix took a moment to glance at Su Yao while maintaining order in the team, "How is it?"

Su Yao wasn't afraid of being taken away by the conscripted mages, but in such situations, it was better to avoid them if possible.

"Everything went very smoothly!" Su Yao told Felix Percy's rank, "The little golden dragon is really amazing! I absolutely love it!"

"Pack up your things, we're going in."

"As long as you like it."

At this moment, Count Eston, who was in the north with Su Yao, finally met the leader of the Wolf Pack Mercenary Group.

"Does your mercenary group have a prophet?" Count Aston didn't waste any time, not even preparing a seat for Reese. He questioned directly upon seeing him.

Riston had been the "local tyrant" for many years, so how could he be willing to let Count Eston treat him like this? His face immediately darkened.

"What is the count talking about? I don't understand."

The Earl of Aston was also very angry. "It's already spread everywhere, and you still don't know? Stop pretending and bring me the prophet!"

After speaking, he turned around and rejoined the crowd to continue helping.

Lis didn't move a muscle: "The count is mistaken, the rumors outside are just that, rumors. How could there really be a prophet?"

Reese's attitude was clear: he simply refused to cooperate.

"I see you've come today to break off with me." Earl Aston waved his hand, and a group of subordinates instantly surrounded Reese.

When Rhys entered, Earl Eston had already ordered all his weapons to be confiscated and his subordinates to be left outside.

Earl Aston looked at Reese mockingly, "How can you be so stupid? Can't you choose between staying alive and handing over the prophet?"

Ris walked forward calmly and stood three steps away from Earl Aston. He said, "I never act foolishly, and I am also very greedy. Why can't I both stay alive and not hand over the prophet?"

"You really admitted it, you do have a seer by your side!"

Lis laughed wildly, "Yes, I admit it. Not only do I admit it, but I also want to tell you that my prophet is much more powerful than your dead son. My prophet can make a prediction once a month, and if something major happens or he feels a strong inspiration, he can continue to make more predictions. He is nothing like your stupid and useless son!"

Apart from the prophecy, Earl Eston had little affection for his prematurely deceased child, but that did not mean he could tolerate Rhys insulting his child to his face!

[……]

Earl Aston's eyes darkened with fury, wishing he could tear the man into pieces. "What exactly did the prophet say? Where is the person? Do you believe I won't kill you right now?"

Reese's smile remained bright as he said, "Too bad, before you kill me, you won't survive."

"What!" Count Aston exclaimed, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out.

He felt his eyes and nose itch, and wanted to reach out and wipe them, but before his hand could touch his face, he collapsed. Along with him fell the subordinates of Earl Eston.

When Reese saw the man truly fall, his smile instead faded. After kicking the Earl of Aston twice, he softly said, "If you want to know a prophecy, I can tell you one right now—you are doomed."

"This is what the prophet said an hour ago."