Strictly speaking, the original owner is not poor.

His weekly salary for teaching is three gold coins, which is already a very generous salary in Faralinburg.

Even more than many middle-class people living around.

The anti-rate rate of silver coins and gold coins fluctuates around fifty to one.

According to purchasing power, he is also considered a white-collar worker with a monthly income of 20,000 yuan.

Moreover, his job is very easy.

Earl Bosen had only two children in his family, Clint and her younger brother Rocky.

The Count's family has strict tutoring and respects teachers and politeness.

The siblings are well educated, and it is not difficult to teach.

I can also solve the lunch problem there.

However, Martin is a ritualist, a ritualist who needs a lot of spiritual materials.

These spiritual materials are often not cheap, so the expenses of each amount of money must be calculated, and they always live a tight life on weekdays.

Even though he received a high salary, he was eating like the bottom civilians.

With the bakery owner's eyes surprised, he returned home the same way.

After eating the milkshake bread, I made a pot of honey jam tea in warm water. While drinking it in small sips, I began to think about the ceremony.

Although I have found a theoretical and feasible solution and established a flag for risky practice, I have no material in my hand at the moment!

Obviously, from the beginning, the original owner did not intend to use the second plan.

The heart that died of betrayal, the four-leaf alfalfa grass, the ten drops of blood from the pure dark horse, and the branches of the glow tree.

Among them, the branches of alfalfa and glow trees are better solved.

Alfalfa, an ordinary plant, is full of mountains and fields outside the city.

However, the four-leaf ones are relatively rare.

I believe that throwing a few copper plates will allow children in the slums to be happy to complete the work of finding four-leaf alfalfa on their behalf.

The branches of the Glow Tree are a unique spiritual material, similar to a willow tree, but have few leaves.

After each tree grows, two or three branches will emit a shimmer of orange.

I guess you can buy it in an underground market, but the price is relatively expensive.

Martin did it and there were more than a dozen gold coins on hand, so buying glow wood was definitely not enough.

However, he still has some spiritual materials to replace.

There are always a bunch of similar things hidden in the ritualist's warehouse.

If it really doesn't work, he can also ask the count to advance some salary.

The Count was always so generous and valued him as a tutor very much.

The small apartment we live in was also arranged by the Earl.

Martin once again silently thanked the Count in his heart, very sincere.

But the blood of the pure dark horse and the heart that died of betrayal...

These two materials are quite unique from the name.

Pure dark horse...

Heath's war horse?

This is a war horse from the Heath Plateau of the Southern Continent. It is a precious purebred horse and is very rare.

etc!

Martin feels that this breed seems a bit familiar...

After trying hard to recall, he remembered that he seemed to have heard Clin mention how many horses were raised in the Earl's horse farm?

That's right, the Earl is the richest person in the entire Fallinburg. It would be strange if there weren't a few top-level war horses in the horse farm!

The nobles in this world are far more luxurious than they imagined.

Then, the heart that died of betrayal is left.

How to get this thing?

For the heart, slums have never lacked death and chaos, but if they are limited by "death due to betrayal", it requires some thought.

Martin narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stirred the honey fruit tea with a spoon, and fell into deep thought again...

Ritual materials have always been like this, and are often very unique.

In addition to expensive spiritual materials, other auxiliary materials will have some peculiar restrictions.

If the occult knowledge is rich enough to understand the symbolic meaning of each material, it can also be replaced by itself.

However, Martin obviously has not reached that level, so he can only prepare these four materials honestly and step by step.

The next morning, amid the cuckoo's cry, Martin got up yawning.

I slept a little late last night and felt a little groggy in my brain.

I washed it with cold water, made myself a cup of honey fruit tea again, and ate breakfast slowly, and finally got much better.

The content on the notebook is too complicated. Sometimes a simple sentence will involve a lot of memories, making Martin dizzy.

But there is no way, he must look for opportunities to survive in this memory.

While drinking warm honey fruit tea while continuing to read the notes, Martin pondered the details of the ceremony little by little with the rigor of a programmer.

In the evening, he had already kept the steps of the ceremony in his mind and repeatedly deduced it three times.

After confirming that, he breathed a little relieved and closed his eyes to calm down for a while.

Now, only the ritual materials are missing.

When the sky became drowsy, Martin changed into an inconspicuous casual outfit, and his shoulders and waist were thickened.

He also had two beards stuck to his mouth, and his face was painted to deepen his skin tone, and then he used a wide-brimmed hat to cover half of his head.

When he appeared in the Golden Lion Tavern in the east of the city, he seemed to be a middle-aged businessman with some weight.

The Golden Lion Tavern is not prominent among the many taverns in the port area, but Martin, who usually lives in the apartment, is an old customer here.

At least once a month.

Throwing a silver coin in front of the bartender, Martin said in a low and hoarse voice: "Old rule, a cup of flame agave without ice."

After hearing his words, the bartender looked up and looked at him, calmly reminding him: "It's not delicious without adding ice."

Martin immediately added: "I just need not add ice. I have stomach problems and can't drink cold."

Instead of mixing bartenders, the bartender looked at Martin, then pointed to the upstairs: "The second room on the right of the second floor."

Martin wrapped his clothes and walked upstairs while secretly observing the guests in the hall.

This is an underground market and has been in operation for many years.

It has been around for a long time since Martin arrived in Faralinburg.

Martin knocked on the door and entered the room, and saw a man sitting in the middle of the room wearing a purple top hat, waving his hands at the seat beside him.

Madman Devik, the host of the underground rally.

All customers only deal with him, do not contact each other, and do not understand each other.

Dewick has a good reputation, at least Martin hasn't heard of him betraying any of his customers in the past few years.

However, Martin would not be stupid enough to expose his personal information.

Out of a cautious attitude, he had done very careful disguise every time he came, and he changed it to a disguise twice at most.

This is also because of limited economic strength. Otherwise, with Martin's caution in such matters, he would never use the same disguise twice.

"Sir, you just came last week?"

Dewick's eyes fell on Martin, his voice hoarsely.

Martin did not deny it.

The original owner was also wearing this disguise when he came to buy things last week.

Time is tight at this moment, and he can't take much care of it, so he can only do this outfit.

Covering his nose and coughing, after sitting down in the seat next to the table, Martin said straight to the point in his hoarse voice.

"I need a branch of glowing wood."

Devik spread his hands directly: "There is no spot, it will be available next Friday, fifty gold coins."

Martin had no expression on his face, and his heart was sore, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't bring that much money, but a deposit of one-fifth was enough.
To be continued...