Just now on the street outside, Stephen had already seen quite a few orcs. But on second thought, those orcs seemed to be all male. Without exception, they were all in the form of strong warriors, with the lowest height exceeding two meters. Their fangs were exposed and their faces were hideous. But this did not stop Stephen from having a little anticipation for the appearance of female orcs. At least after excluding the green, the pair of beautiful legs that appeared on the stairs were still very attractive.
As the orc walked down the stairs, her figure gradually emerged, her legs, her slender waist, and then... Full and unimaginably plump breasts.
Seeing this, Stephen couldn't help but exclaim "Oh my God!" Orcs are a natural warrior race with a rough style. The definition of roughness can also be interpreted as simplicity. For instance, this female orc is wearing very simple clothes.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a battle skirt suitable for combat. The hem of the skirt is very high, while the top is very low. If you don't look at the head, this is definitely a very attractive image.
In fact, the original hammerhead must have seen this female orc who seemed to be a bookstore clerk or the owner's wife. Stephen could imagine the appearance of this orc with just a little thought, but he didn't think about it and just wanted to fully enjoy the pleasure of discovering beauty.
Then... Stephen deeply regretted the sudden appearance of his artistic cells: A face of an orc with exposed fangs immediately came into Stephen's view. It was still biting a chicken leg in its mouth, and the creaking sound made people subconsciously suspect that it might be chewing the bone along with it. Its long blood-red hair was casually draped over its shoulders. From today's perspective, it seemed rather messy and beautiful. Of course, At this moment, Stephen felt completely messy. He guessed that this orc had forgotten to comb his hair in the morning... Or perhaps the orcs don't comb their hair at all?
"Wow, there are guests." The orc soon saw Stephen holding two books. She reached out and pulled the chicken leg out of her mouth as if squeezing a cigarette. Sure enough, not only was there no meat on the head of the chicken leg, but even a piece of bone was missing. The orc walked up to Stephen with a smile and said, "Little magician, are you here to buy some magic books?" Welcome, welcome.
"Well, hello..." Stephen woke up as if from a dream, and the memory of the hammer head gradually emerged. This female orc was none other than Kara, the owner of Kara Magic Bookstore. She was a female orc from the Fangs Tribe, one of the five orc tribes, characterized by her stronger fangs than the others. The orcs of this tribe were considered beautiful for their fangs. It was said that the female orc Kara before him, She is still a well-known beauty in the Liao Ya tribe...
Kara clearly knew the former Hammerhead. There were only a few mages in Stan City, and it was hard for her, who ran the magic bookstore, not to recognize him.
What books are you coming to buy this time? I heard that this morning you crippled a fourth-order swordsman with a magic scroll. That's interesting. If you buy any book today, I'll give you a 10% discount. Carla said with a charming smile.
Of course, the so-called alluring charm was probably her own perception. In Stephen's feeling, it should be bloodshot and fangs - that "sister me" could make people's goosebumps fall all over the place. Stephen made up his mind that if he offered a 10% discount or something like that, he would just take it for granted. A man like him would never take such an advantage!
At the same time, to Stephen's surprise, it had only been two hours since the one-on-one battle with Kerry in the morning, and this landlady had already known about it? He wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or a bad one. Pretending to be slightly shy on his face, he held the two magic books in front of Carla and said, "I want these two books."
"Eh?" Carla glanced at the book in Stephen's hand, her brows slightly furrowed, and gave Stephen a somewhat strange look. "Are you sure?"
Stephen hasn't spoken yet.
Carla then went on to say to herself, "Of course, you have to be sure now. Once you get the books on this bookshelf, it's considered that you've bought them and they won't be returned. The two books cost ten gold coins in total."
"Ten gold coins?" Stephen was taken aback.
The cost of a big meal at the best hotel in Stan City, the Moran Grand Hotel, is no more than eight silver coins, and Anthony's magic Hut mortgage loan can only borrow ten gold coins... How could these two magic books be worth only ten gold coins?
And what else did this Sister Carla say? Once picked up from the bookshelf, it can't be returned!
Stephen suddenly realized that he might have made some mistake.
This is indeed a mistake, a big mistake.
Hammerhead, you... What are you doing with the magic language book? Debbie's voice suddenly rang out from the side, tinged with a hint of rage. "Don't you know the rule here? Magic books can only be read and not touched. If you touch them, you have to buy them. Besides, magic language books are extremely expensive. Most importantly, these books are of no use at all. Magic language can only be learned through the personal guidance of a master!"
Debbie's words gave Stephen a flash of lightning in his heart, and he suddenly thought of something he had been ignoring all along.
Magic books, due to their unique nature, are all very expensive. Among them, books similar to teaching materials such as magic languages and spells are even more expensive.
Meanwhile, although there are magic language books for sale in the bookstore, explaining how to understand magic characters, in fact, this alone is not enough. Magic characters are profound and hard to understand. They can be regarded as individual characters, but they do not really have specific meanings, because each character can be said to carry a special emotion and thought with a deep imprint.
To learn magical languages, one must rely on the guidance and imparting of a master.
Just like the matter between a man and a woman, if you only watch the film without putting it into practice, you will never become an expert...
Of course, this cannot be said to be absolute. There are those with extraordinary talents who can become masters just by observing and grasping the taste and tricks of it. Don't misunderstand; here we are talking about the language of magic.
But such people are few and far between. At least Debbie doesn't think her clumsy hammerhead has such a talent. She licked her lips carefully and gave Carla a pleading look: "Landlady, can we not buy this book?"
Carla gave a gentle smile - of course, gentleness was probably just Carla's own subjective feeling. In Stephen and Debbie's eyes, it was more like a sinister grin... She continued, "Sure..." No, oh. Do you still want to buy this encyclopedia? Considering that you have bought two magic language books, this book is given to you for free.
Stephen: "..."
Debbie: "..."
Carla stuffed the half-eaten chicken leg into her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound. Her hands were placed on her hips, and a hint of a smile appeared on her green face with fangs exposed. "Two kids, do you have anything else to say now?"
"There is..." Stephen said weakly, "Sister, does the 10% discount you just mentioned still count?"
...
Carla's Magic Bookstore is renowned for its integrity: If you say you must buy a magic book if you touch it, then you have to buy it even if you don't, and you have to buy it for me even if you die! The energy behind Carla enables her to carry this "integrity" through to the end, so even with Debbie's nature, she can only obediently compromise.
Finally, Debbie spent nine gold coins to buy an encyclopedia and two magic language books. When she left Carla's Magic Bookstore, her little face turned deathly pale. The joy of getting a hundred gold coins two hours ago seemed to have vanished completely. Now she was in a rage, which made the huge sword on her shoulder seem even more dangerous...
Stephen was holding a stack of books in his hands, with a wry smile all over his face, feeling as if he had been cheated. However... Stephen didn't regret these two magic books that were priced at sky-high. In fact, he still wanted to buy a few more magic books to understand the magic theories of this world in more detail, but seeing Debbie's angry little face, he finally gave up.
Recalling the memories of Hammer Head, Stephen learned that to learn magic, he needed a master's guidance. After all, magic language is a very profound language character, and it requires spiritual perception between master and apprentice to accurately grasp the meaning contained in each character. It's just that finding a teacher who can teach intermediate and advanced magic language is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Even if he finds one, The ceremony of becoming an apprentice is by no means something that can be accomplished with just ten gold coins. In fact, as a third-level peak mage, Old George was fully qualified to learn intermediate magic languages. However, it was precisely because he couldn't find his master that he remained a third-level junior mage until his death.
However, it is not impossible to learn the language of magic from magic books, but it is very difficult. Only a few people succeed.
However, a few doesn't mean there are none. Back then, Stephen became a hacker through self-study and exploration step by step. For him, this was just an interesting challenge. He welcomed the arrival of this challenge with the mindset of an outstanding student (fake)...
Looking at Debbie walking ahead angrily, Stephen couldn't help but think again in his heart, whether it was time to find a way to comfort this little girl who had relied on him for survival.
Soon, after leaving the Stardust Avenue, looking at a group of seven or eight-year-old beggars doing nothing by the roadside, his eyes immediately lit up.
"Debbie, I have a way to make our store's business better..."