It's simply unbelievable. The single-target Lightning Strike is only a level-one spell for lightning mages, yet when inscribed as a scroll, it possesses such powerful might?

　　"Customer, may I ask how I should address you?"

　　"Just call me Colin." Thunder was also a bit confused now. It seemed he would need to take some time to slowly study the issue of magical energy in this world. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the method of inscribing talismans; the only possible reason for such a change could be the magical elements themselves.

　　"Lord Colin, are you looking to sell these items?" The shopkeeper asked excitedly. The highest-level magic scroll in the shop was only level two. On the market, scrolls above level three were priceless, and with George's abilities and connections, he still couldn't acquire them.

　　"Yes, I'm selling these." Thunder pulled out more than a dozen talismans from his arms. "Boss, name your price."

　　"So many..." George nearly lost it. You had to know that for a mage to inscribe a single scroll took a lot of time and effort, and there was a high chance of failure. Normally, no mage was willing to do such a thankless task.

　　Yet this young man in front of him took out a dozen at once, and they weren't even inscribed on blank magic scrolls.

　　The difference lasted only a moment before George came back to his senses and carefully evaluated the value of these talismans: "On the market, a level-two magic scroll can sell for ten gold coins, and a level-three one for fifty gold coins. But Lord Colin, your scrolls... hmm, they're level-one Lightning Strike, but can unleash the power of a level-three spell. Even so, Lightning Strike is still a level-one spell, and this kind of novel magic scroll will require time and money to establish a sales channel. So, I'll offer twenty gold coins per scroll. What do you think?"

　　A very fair price. George's appearance didn't look like that of a black-hearted merchant, and besides being skilled at drawing talismans, Thunder was also adept at reading faces.

　　"Alright, but I have one condition. If you agree, there will be many more opportunities for cooperation like this in the future."

　　"Please, go ahead."

　　"Give me one of each type of magic scroll in your shop, and when you sell these, you can't tell anyone that I made them."

　　"Deal!" George was also a straightforward boss. After negotiating with Thunder, he quickly paid the full amount in gold coins and packed up a set of the shop's magic scrolls to give to him as well. As for revealing the creator, how could George, as a businessman, ever make the mistake of leaking a trade secret?

　　After leaving the shop, Uncle Oak was carrying a big bag on his back. Watching Thunder toss gold coins up and down, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Young master, how did you suddenly get so many gold coins again?"

　　"That boss is my nephew. Didn't you know?" Thunder picked out two gold coins and stuffed them into Tiffany's hand. "Take them. If you see something nice, buy it for yourself."

　　Tiffany looked at Uncle Oak with puppy eyes. The uncle shook his head, and Tiffany didn't dare accept.

　　"If I give it to you, just take it! Don't be so silly!" Thunder stuffed the coins into Tiffany's pocket.

　　This time, after selling fifteen talismans, he got a total of three hundred gold coins. With the magical energy in Thunder's body now, if he were to inscribe scroll talismans, he could make seven or eight a day. This money was just too easy to earn.

　　They found a tailor shop and spent a few gold coins to get all three of them completely outfitted from head to toe, then bought a big pile of clothes and packed them up. Uncle Oak stood to the side, heart aching for the money, while Tiffany was even more bashful, feeling unnatural in her new clothes.

　　"How nice to look all pretty." Thunder looked at Tiffany in her new clothes—delicate and refined, shy and lovely, truly a beauty in the making, though a bit slender.

　　Tiffany's little face turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and she lowered her head to her chest.

　　The young master had never spoken to Tiffany like this before. The little girl felt sweet inside, moved almost to tears.

　　Right next door was a jewelry shop. Thunder waved his hand grandly, "Come with me!"

　　Uncle Oak pursed his lips and said nothing, but the pained look still appeared on his face.

　　Clothes make the man. The three of them, dressed in new outfits, walked into the jewelry shop and immediately attracted the flattery of the clerks—especially Tiffany's appearance, which drew the eyes of all the men.

　　Thunder felt extremely cool.

　　"How much is this hairpin?" Thunder casually picked up a jade hairpin and stuck it in Tiffany's hair. Turning her sideways to look, it matched perfectly. Tiffany's hair was a bit dark red, and the jade hairpin was like a touch of green among a thousand flowers, making Tiffany look even more beautiful.

　　"One gold coin!" The boss said eagerly at the side. "With the young lady's flower-like beauty, it's a perfect match."

　　Tiffany shot the clerk a sideways glare. Thunder chuckled beside her. Who would've thought that the usually gentle Tiffany could be so assertive now?

　　"One gold coin is too expensive," Uncle Oak muttered on the side.

　　Thunder picked up a dark red bracelet, took Tiffany's small hand and slipped it on her. The dark red shimmered on her fair skin, drawing everyone's attention.

　　He gently squeezed the calluses on Tiffany's palm, and Thunder felt a pang of heartache. The little girl, her face flushed, quickly pulled her hand back.

　　"And how much is this?"

　　"This one's a bit more expensive—one and a half gold coins."