Chapter 10: Magicians who go out also need to raise chickens
Darien thought it would be better not to tell the truth.
Although Mr. Morris is a bit annoying, the gold coins are likable.
"It's a secret, and our chef won't be willing to show up," Darian said.
"That's really sad news. Such a good chef should be rewarded." Mr. Morris gave a verbal reward.
His request for another plate of cookies was denied.
People who hate mice cannot enjoy the delicious food cooked by mice.
"Tsk, I don't like this gentleman," said Mrs. Fitch.
"Indeed, we won't have to provide refreshments next time he comes," said Darien.
"Please forgive my presumptuousness. The cookies I served were only half of the quantity. The rest are here." Seville opened the cupboard and found half a plate of cookies inside.
"Well done." Darien affirmed.
"Oh dear! You deserve a kiss!" The chubby Mrs. Fitch lifted her skirt and ran over to give him a kiss that belonged to a good child.
Sewell smiled and bent down, his forehead touched by a cold little nose and a few whiskers.
"Good children should be rewarded..." Fitch muttered to himself as he put a handful of Sewell's favorite peas into the soup pot.
Mr. Crow was loved by everyone in the tower during this lunch, including Leon and Pluto who were hanging on the wall.
Leon composed a short poem in praise, and Pluto furtively sent Sewell a secret stash of parchment and ink.
Xevier accepted the poem and politely declined Pluto's offer.
The magic book drooped its tail and rustled as it moved its private collection to another place and hid it.
At noon, Mr. Master got a precious opportunity to go out.
The gorse door would open at intervals, allowing Darien to go somewhere to wander and avoid going mad in the tower.
"How do I look in this?" Darien showed off his clothes.
He rarely wore a wizard robe, but instead a lace shirt and an embroidered jacket, looking a bit like a young nobleman.
"It looks great. Do you want me to help you tie your scarf?" Sewell looked at Darien and thought he was perfect.
"Yes, the sky blue one," said Darien.
Mr. Crow tied a bow scarf on Mr. Perfect Wizard.
Now they can go out.
"Bring some silver coins, not gold coins. I'm afraid I can't control myself." Darien said seriously.
"Is 20 silver coins enough?" asked Sewell.
"Hmm." Darien hesitated. "Not quite enough... Bring three more gold coins."
Based on the economic situation of the tower, the master and servant squeezed out 4 gold coins and 5 silver coins from their pockets.
"Alas." The wizard sighed.
"Alas." Mr. Crow also sighed.
Darien glared at Sewell.
Seville looked calm and even had the urge to show off his wallet.
But he didn't do that, otherwise something random would fly into his face.
Mr. Crow would like to blow a kiss if he could.
"I wish you a pleasant half day," Leon said to them.
"Thank you," Darien said.
"See you later, then," said Sewell.
They passed through the floodlit gorse revolving door, and the bright sunshine from the blue sky poured down on them.
Darien narrowed his eyes, letting the warmth caress his face freely as joyful festive sounds reached his ears.
"It seems we came to the festival by chance." Seville looked around.
"I want to eat that." Darien saw a small stall next to him selling sweet little cakes.
A group of children gathered around the stall, holding two copper coins tightly in their hands and making sucking sounds.
The small cakes made into the shape of fat stars are only the size of the palm of your hand and are covered with a thick layer of cream. You can also coat it with a layer of rainbow sprinkles or chopped nuts.
Only children make choices, while adults want them all.
"Please give me two small cakes, one of each flavor," Sewell said to the stall owner.
The stall owner was a cheerful fat old man with a white beard. He exuded the aroma of cake all over his body. He and his cakes seemed to come from the same oven and were equally fluffy and soft.
"Right away, right away. Let me get these little devils away first." The fat old man coated the cakes with cream. "What do you want to dip them in? Nuts? Nuts and rainbow sprinkles? Oh, kid, you're a genius!"
Now it's time to entertain the older kids.
"Both of them are made with nuts and rainbow sprinkles like we just had." Darien licked his lips.
There is not much money in my pocket, so I have to spend it frugally.
The fat old man raised his eyes and looked at the young man and his companion. They didn't look like they were short of money, but who knows.
So Darian got two smaller cakes with more cream, chopped nuts and sprinkles.
"Four copper coins." The fat old man handed over the cake cheerfully. "Please enjoy your meal. This is a special treat for the older children."
"Thank you," Darien said.
"What holiday is today?" Seville asked out of curiosity after paying the money.
Darien listened intently, a small cake in his mouth.
"It's King Sauron's birthday. Every year at this time, a grand celebration is held in the royal city." said the fat old man.
"So that's how it is," said Sewell.
Darion wasn't very interested in King Soren's birthday, but he could enjoy the celebration.
He licked the cream and sprinkles on his lips and handed another small cake to Seville. Although the cake was baked fluffy and soft, it was too sweet for him. Only children were addicted to such sweetness.
There are many small vendors around. This is just an alley on the side, not yet on the main road. The sundries they sell are rough but relatively cheap.
Seville spent a silver coin to buy some plant seeds. They have always lived a self-sufficient life to save money. Mr. Mage also has plans to raise animals recently.
"How about we buy a couple of hens?" Darien said, looking at the chicken coop in front of him.
"Cluck?" The fat hen's feathers were fluffy, and its big eyes stared at him.
"That's a great idea, we don't have to buy eggs this way," Sewell agreed.
"Then you have come to the right place! As long as you buy my hens, you can find warm eggs in the chicken coop every day. A hen only costs 6 silver coins, and I guarantee that they are all good at laying eggs!" The stall owner's eyes rolled around in his sockets. He felt that he had come across two fat sheep and could make a good profit.
Little did they know that this was a clash between unscrupulous businessmen and top unscrupulous businessmen.
"One silver coin each." Darien never haggled in half, and with one cut he almost made the stall owner stunned.
"One, one silver coin is not enough..." The stall owner's voice was a little hesitant. According to the normal price, it would cost two silver coins to sell a hen. He would lose a lot of money if he only paid one silver coin.
"One silver coin each." Darien did not give in.
How could a profiteer not understand the market prices? Mr. Master has a thick notebook in which he updates the prices of various items every once in a while to prevent profiteers from being defrauded.
"Oh, you can't buy a young hen that can lay eggs at this price. I can give you a little discount. How about two hens for 10 silver coins?" The stall owner was still persistent.
"Three silver coins for two." Darien bargained.
The stall owner looked like he was about to throw up.
"3 silver coins once, 3 silver coins twice..." Sewell said from the side.
This isn't an auction! You're being too much, sir! You're bidding based on my approval!
"Stop, stop, stop!" the stall owner covered his head. "I didn't agree to sell my hen for three silver coins."
"No?" Darien said.
"No!" the stall owner shouted.
"Really?" said Sewell.
"No!" the stall owner continued.
After a few rounds of negotiations, the stall owner was completely confused and agreed to sell the two young hens for three silver coins.
"Thank you very much, we will come again next time." Sewell took the two chickens with their wings tied with straw ropes.
"There won't be a next time for business like this..." the stall owner muttered.
There was nothing much to see here, so they headed towards the street outside.
Before I even reached the entrance of the alley, the bustling sounds outside poured into my ears. I didn't need to use my eyes to know how crowded it was outside.
There must be a lot of things to buy.
Darien touched his pocket, which was empty. All the money was given to Seville for safekeeping. Mr. Mage was able to drive the tower into a financial deficit by himself, so he was not suitable to keep the purse.
I have no money to spend, I feel depressed.
The hen in Sewell's hand clucked softly, and the fluffy little hen smelled of warm hay. Depressed, Darien took one away and put his hand on the hen's belly to warm it.
When they got out of the alley, the crowd suddenly burst into even louder cheers.
"So noisy..." Darien frowned.
"The honor guard is coming." Seville covered Darien's ears, not knowing how he freed his hands.
They squeezed forward. Sewell, with his broad shoulders and long legs, held Darien in his arms, elbowing many people along the way and earning many cold stares. Finally, he squeezed behind the guards who formed a human wall.
Darien held the hen and looked outside.
The honor guard was coming towards them.
Before the team arrived, a burst of fragrance touched the tip of the nose.
The rich scent of iris spread out. The aroma of countless irises from the royal gardens was extracted with the most mellow wine, and then supplemented with other precious spices. Every drop was worth several ounces of gold.
The air was filled with the fragrance of money, followed by the crisp clatter of horses' hooves in unison. The armor of the palace guards shone silver, and the horses under their crotch also wore the same gleaming visors.
The golden carriage pulled by these horses was even more dazzling. Countless gems were inlaid on the patterns of the carriage's shell, and the interior was covered with the softest and thickest red velvet. The king and queen sat in this carriage and waved to the crowd.
Darien looked at the jeweled and gold carriage and clicked his tongue slightly.
So rich, jealous.
Several sides of the golden carriage are hollowed out, allowing the king and queen to better greet the crowd.
King Soran has been in good spirits in recent days. He feels that his body has regained unprecedented youthfulness, just as young as his wife Queen Tina.
He smiled and waved to the cheering crowd. Suddenly, he saw an extremely familiar face, which was also looking at him.
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