Soon, William came to a mill-like building and stopped. The door was open. From time to time, villagers came in and out with grains on their backs. From the gap, William saw a heavy millstone. Mobile phone https://

"Master, Master, that strange aura came from here, but it was very faint, and I couldn't find out where it came from!" The Magic Mirror reported in William's mind.

William frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked softly, "What is this weird smell? Do you know?"

The Magic Mirror did not answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before replying, "Master, Master, this breath contains the breath of death, but it is far more than that, full of sighs and a smell of eternal silence."

"The breath of death? Are you saying there are resentful spirits here?" William's heart moved.

"There is such a possibility." Magic Mirror said uncertainly.

William's potion is still missing the main material of the Grievance Spirit.

The formation of resentful spirits requires a lot of luck. In this fairy tale world, the souls of ordinary people will disappear shortly after death. William did not know whether they had completely disappeared or went to other worlds. Only a small number of dead people became resentful spirits because of obsession or resentment during their lifetime, as well as the environmental influences of death at that time.

Wizards torture humans and use "artificial methods" to create vengeful spirits.

However, this method is too cruel. William can attack the enemy, but he cannot harm innocent people, so he has always lacked raw materials such as vengeful spirits.

William couldn't bear to do it himself, but if there was a vengeful spirit to come to him, he wouldn't refuse foolishly.

His mental power has recently fallen into a bottleneck, and it is precisely the stimulation of magic potions to assist in the breakthrough.

William's behavior of talking to himself made the farmer missing front teeth at the side strange. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Do you want to buy food, this distinguished guest?"

"Then you came to the wrong place, this is the place to grind wheat, and the bakery is near where Mr. Billy lives."

"I can assure you that there is nothing better in the world than the bread produced in our farm!"

The farmer without front teeth patted his shoulder and said confidently, but William's attention was all on the strange aura, so he didn't have time to pay attention to a little mortal!

He didn't say a word, but just looked around and often looked thoughtful.

William's behavior made the farmer with no front teeth very embarrassed, and his words were completely ignored.

Fortunately, this kind of thing has not happened for the first time. He has become accustomed to it and has no anger in the face of anger. Instead, he shut his mouth and waited silently.

At this time, William's unfamiliar face also attracted the attention of the mill owner.

The miller is a tall and thin middle-aged man with gray hair, like William's bumpy cheeks in his previous life, but he has a kind smile on his face.

He walked out of the mill, walked towards William with a faint smile, and asked him actively, "Hello, Mr. Merchant who can bring rich items!"

"How do you know I am a businessman?" William came back to his senses from his thoughts, raised his head, looked at the miller, and said.

The mill owner pointed to the villagers in the mill and said, "There is no secret in Bia Farm!"

"That's right!" A loud voice came from behind William.

William looked back and saw a fat man weighing at least 200 pounds, with a funnel-like figure, stalking over with a belly weighing forty or fifty pounds.

Behind him were two farmers wearing inappropriate armor, holding two green daggers in their hands.

The green on the dagger is not feeding poison, but may have been oxidized for too long.

Without the explanation of the magic mirror, William could see that this fat man was the owner of this farm, the so-called Mr. Billy.

Mr. Billy quickly walked to William not far away, looked at him with a pretentious attitude, and said, "Foreigner, I heard that you are going to trade with our farm!"

"Yes!" William could not find the aura even with the magic mirror. He thought that it might be because of the daytime, but it might be easy to find it at night. With this thought, William calmly answered the question from the owner of the farm.

"Oh, take it out and show it to me."

William then pretended to take out a sack full of coarse salt from his arms and opened it to show them.

In an instant, the breathing of the people around him became rapid.

That's salt, the gold of life!

The owner of the farm, Mr. Billy, first recovered. He looked at the salt in William's hand with greed, and his eyes flashed alternately with tyranny and hesitation, and finally turned into a simple sentence.

"Very good! So, businessman, what do you want to change?"

William is very sensible. The salt he shows is neither too much nor too much, and the amount is similar. It will not lead to the general life of taking risks because of too much. Of course, the amount of salt William takes out is also quite large, which can be converted into a large amount of money.

"Things that are interested!" William replied casually, his eyes still not living in the mill house.

"Then you are really here in the right place. Billy Farm will not disappoint her guests. What do you want to change? As long as I have it in the farm, but I have to say that if I don't have what you want, I don't have it in the farm, then other farms will not have it!" Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, said braggingly.

William didn't respond, but just nodded lightly and said, "I need to take a look first."

"What do you want to see? I'll let him take you there!" The owner of the farm remembered his identity and could not be too casual. This is what is called price reduction.

"I'm more interested in this mill. I want to take a closer look. If possible, I want to live here tonight and take a look!" William said straight to the point. He just didn't want to make exaggerated behavior, which attracted the attention of the Holy Light Holy Church, but this does not mean that he needs to accommodate ordinary people.

For ordinary people, he feels that he is already patient enough.

As soon as William finished speaking, the farm owner, Mr. Billy, had not yet expressed his opinion. The miller, who had become silent after the farm owner came, jumped out and shouted, "No! I don't allow it!"

"What are you not allowed?" An ordinary person dared to question his opinion. Is he acting too harmless?

William glanced at the miller lightly, and his breath as a formal liquefied wizard pressed against the miller, which suddenly made the miller sweat on his forehead.

"No, I mean, the mill will follow your reference during the day, but it won't work at night! We are all going to bed! And..." The miller stopped talking.

"And what?" William asked immediately.
Chapter completed!