Being Blind For Five Years, All My Disciples Became Forbidden Curse Mages

172 Geode Leaf Cypress

However, compared to the fruit wine in the Elf City that was like juice, it was still much better.

“I’m not drinking anymore, I’m not drinking anymore. Are the two of you trying to get me drunk today? My stomach is so full. I’m going to the toilet.”

Andre stood up and swayed for a moment. He held onto the back of the chair to steady himself. Qing Niao quickly stood up. “Andre, let me help you.”

Qing Niao helped Andre out. Fang Ping supported his head with his hand and took a sip from the wine glass.

!!

Red Camellia Snake and Feng Ling picked up their wine glasses at the same time.

“Red Camellia Snake, what are you trying to do? You clearly don’t like Andre. Why are you here to mess things up?”

“Because it’s interesting. Moreover, I like him. It’s a fair competition. It’s all based on one’s ability. If you think you can’t do it, then quit.”

“He won’t like your style!”

Red Camellia Snake stuck out her little tongue and licked the rim of the cup. She raised her eyebrows and revealed a charming smile. “Oh? Really?”

Fang Ping took a big gulp of wine and sighed. Sigh, he was envious. If only he was the main character.

Andre and Qing Niao returned not long after, followed by a Dwarf.

In Fang Ping’s eyes, all Dwarves looked the same.

It was a female Dwarf, wearing loose brown clothes and pants. She wore a thick necklace around her neck, and her long hair was tied up in small strands. Then, the ends were tied into a bundle that was almost as long as her thighs. However, Fang Ping felt that it looked a little dirty.

Straight hair was more pleasing to the eye.

Big waves were fine too.

She held a weapon in her hand. There were branches on top and a long stick below. It looked a little like a broom.

“Characteristic failed. Target: Geode Grass Cypress, not the person.”

At this moment, the female Dwarf bowed slightly and said, “Human friends, my name is Grass Cypress. I need your help with something.”

“Geode?”

Grass Cypress looked at Fang Ping and nodded. “Looks like you know us Dwarves very well. I’m indeed a Geode. This profession is relatively rare among the Dwarves.”

“What’s a Geode?” Qing Niao looked at Fang Ping. Fang Ping ignored him. He did not know either.

Red Camellia Snake added, “Dwarves are mostly Warriors. Geodes are similar to our Mages, but the ratio is very low. It’s a rare profession among Dwarves.”

Andre sat down with his hand on the back of the chair. This time, he sat next to Feng Ling. “Fang Ping, she said she needs help. She’s here to look for you.”

“Ah, me? I’m just a useless… No, why are you looking for me?”

Grass Cypress bowed to Fang Ping again. The Dwarf’s way of bowing looked strange. Then, she said, “Sir, do you know how to use Purification? I really need your help. I’ll compensate for the energy lost.

Fang Ping sighed. “Why is it Purification again? I just used it three times in the cave tunnel a few days ago.”

Fang Ping’s Purification was Excellent-grade. After using it once, he would have wasted almost a day of cultivation

Just as Doreen had said, learning healing spells and Purification would severely hinder leveling up. She was right.

Moreover, he had just been messed with by the white-haired, white-bearded copper-bearded man and thrown into prison to eat dog food.

Fang Ping did not have much of a good impression of Dwarves now.

“Tell me first. How much?”

If it was just like the Lord’s Guards, Fang Ping would still consider purifying ten silver coins each.

Grass Cypress bowed again. “I know that Purification is very rare even in the Human world. As long as you’re willing to help, I’m willing to pay double the market price, or even more, as long as I can afford it.”

“Double the price. Ten silver dragons. Tsk, that’s too low.”

Red Camellia Snake interrupted Fang Ping and said, “The double she said is not our double.”

“Huh?”

“If Geode is a rare Mage class among the Dwarves, then there isn’t a single Forbidden Spellcaster.

Moreover, the Purification skill was expensive, low in practicality, and very rare. Other than the army, the Healing Institute, and the Vatican, basically no one would learn this skill.

On the other hand, the price of Purification is different for the Dwarves.”

Fang Ping nodded. “Understood. Thank you.”

Supply and demand determine prices, where the demand for Purification is the seller’s market.

Red Camellia Snake pointed to her side. “Then, how should I thank you?”

“Andre, bring me that drink. Yes, yes, that’s the one.”

Andre stretched out his hand and helped Fang Ping get the wine. He moved his body and sat beside the Red Camellia Snake.

“Then tell me, how much is the market price here? How much is double?”

“Market price, for Purification, four silver coins for every hundred energy points. I’m willing to pay eight. If your Purification is Excellent-grade, I might need some time to raise money.”

Eight silver coins?

That Purification will earn him 40 silver coins!

“Cough, cough, cough. Alright, I’m at Excellent-grade. Do you want to go now?”

“Thank you very much, thank you very much, Sir!” Grass Cypress hurriedly bowed. “Sir, please follow me!”

Grass Cypress hurriedly opened the door of the private room and waited for Fang Ping at the door.

He finished the wine in his glass first and looked at the table. There was still more than half of the wine left.

“Andre, you guys drink. Qing Niao will go with me. We ordered so much, so we can’t waste it. (Order an appropriate amount and refuse to waste it).”

“Alright, be careful.”

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Red Camellia Snake raised her cup. “It’s fine. The Dwarf City’s security is better than our Elf City. Come, Andre, cheers.”

Fang Ping stood up and realized that Feng Ling was glaring at him. He quickly pulled Qing Niao out.

“Sir, please follow me.”

The Geode led the way with Fang Ping and Qing Niao. The alcohol content was not low, and after drinking too much, he was still a little dizzy. His head was clear, but his eyelids were drooping. He walked a little unsteadily, and with Qing Niao’s support, he could still walk.

As they went down the stairs, the noise in the lively shop instantly became much softer.

Many Dwarves pointed at the staff in Grass Cypress’s hand.

They talked in low voices.

As expected, no matter where they were, Professionals could be considered a small group of privileged people.

“This way, sir.”

After leaving the tavern, Grass Cypress continued to lead the way. Whenever the surrounding Dwarves saw her, they would take the initiative to move aside.

He bypassed the crowded avenue, walked through the alley, and went to another street.

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On this street, there were two long parallel tracks that passed through the middle. There was a stop sign on the ground beside the tracks.

There were many Dwarves waiting by the sign.

Fang Ping looked at the stop sign. He did not recognize the words on it, but there was still a familiar feeling. It was as if he was waiting for a bus. This feeling was completely different from waiting for public carriages in Elf City.

It was as if he had gone from the Middle Ages to the modern era.

He wondered what power system the cars here used.

Click, click, click…

The sound of metal colliding approached from afar. A large rectangular iron cage appeared in the distance and kept approaching.

This speed was a little slower than Fang Ping had expected. It was not much different from a horse carriage, but it was larger, and there were more Dwarves inside.