Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Normally, the market day in Wangcheng is once every half a month and lasts for two to three days.

During this period of time, the Royal City is particularly lively and busy—foreign merchants gather, and besides daily necessities, there are also all kinds of strange goods, some of which will be sent to the auction house.

Holly went out under the scorching sun, and Master Bobby also made an exception for him to let him go to the market for afternoon training.

Because there is no distinction between the rich and the poor, the shops are part of it, and there are more wooden houses in a row, with some stone houses mixed in the middle.

Several windows were open, and someone stood by the window, but not to pour dirty water.

Although the ground is not very smooth, it is still considered clean, thanks to the dwarves who invented the sewage pipes and systems in another world.

It's not like the Western Middle Ages that Hawley knew before traveling through: the city is smelly and dirty.

The urban environment of this world benefits from a relatively good sewage system, at least for the human kingdom, the situation is simply much better.

People of all kinds came one after another and came to the market.

There have been vendors preparing stalls or pavements for a long time, and there are endless shouts.

The purpose of Holly's trip is to purchase spices and ingredients, supplement the inventory at home, and take a look at new gadgets by the way, so as to increase his knowledge.

It didn't take much time to shuttle between the various vendors. He went from being empty-handed to having so much stuff that he wished he could pick it up with his mouth.

Before leaving, Bobby left him twenty silver coins, and after sweeping it up like this, only four silver coins were left.

Even though it is different from the medieval period before crossing, the economic development of the human kingdom of Svia is much better, but it is not much better.

What should be expensive is still expensive—such as sugar and spices.

"Hey! Kid, you've been standing here for a long time. If you don't want to buy something, go away. Don't interfere with my business!"

The owner of the sugar shop folded his arms and swept Holly's body clean with his eyes.When he said these words, his eyes stayed on his loosely washed shirt and the crooked and worm-like stitching marks on the collar.

Hawley has always been sensitive to outside gazes.In order to improve alertness, Bobby has been specially trained on it, so how can he not detect the boss's gaze.

He's just too lazy to talk to him, not to mention, there are more important things to consider now.

Four silver coins, plus my private money of three silver coins, can buy about two catties of sucrose in front of me.

Compared with several nearby sugar shops, this one is relatively more cost-effective, but he is still hesitant.

Forget it, it's still early, why not go shopping for a while.

Stuck on whether to buy cane sugar, Hawley buried himself in his thoughts, and the surrounding area became more crowded and the road narrowed unknowingly.

"Did you see that thing just now? My God, it's unbelievable that such a creature would appear on the ground."

"I heard from the dark cave... Sure enough, there is a place full of curses."

"Fortunately, I didn't look too much. The God of Light is on top. I must go to the church later, so as not to be infected with the unknown."

——The conversation and discussion of passers-by penetrated into Hawley's ears.

Holly raised his eyes, only then realized that he seemed to have walked into a slave trading place.

This kind of place is the last thing he wants to go: first, the morality and values ​​that were basically formed before crossing made him feel uncomfortable seeing the behavior of oppressing the people at the bottom of the class; second, even if he wanted to change, it would be easier said than done.

In his previous life, he needed rights, not only for himself, but also to try his best to help these people.But after all, he is just an ordinary person, and even in the end, he has become a plaything of power.

You can't even touch the wheel of history, let alone be crushed to death.

Just talking about how outstanding his culinary skills are in the current world, is he standing on the shoulders of giants to be proud of himself?Holly just thought about it and panicked with embarrassment.

Don’t talk about the wisdom that spans years and even space. These things are “invented” on a 14-year-old boy who is not too young. The best result is to be called a child prodigy, but the reality is more questioned and robbed The results, the fire...

Therefore, he had to work hard to adapt to the current social environment. Unfortunately, the living environment a long time ago had a profound impact on him, and he really couldn't fully integrate.

"Out of sight is out of sight, let's talk about the so-called 'salvation' when you have the ability"——Whenever I feel powerless, I often use this reason to persuade myself.

Although he is like a bright mirror in his heart, this is simply deceiving himself and others, and the source of the problem has not been solved at all.

Taking a deep breath, he spit out his bad emotions. He was about to turn around and return when he suddenly heard someone talking about the "thing" from the dark cave again.

"It's terrible... Gods, why are there moving skeletons?"

dark cave?A moving skeleton?

Hawley combined the two and seemed to understand something.

He squeezed into the crowded crowd, and saw the scary skeletons that people called out from the gaps in the layers of heads.

——It was a creature whose appearance was no different from that of a human skeleton. Under the roar or push of the slave trader, it kept falling to the ground, then got up, and fell back again.

The bones at its neck were tied by a thick and long iron chain, and at the other end of the chain was the skinny slave trader.

There were also crowds not far away.

What they watched were monkeys, chained to leashes, running, jumping, and dancing.

Rope or chain, becomes less important.Because the ends converge into one place, and in the end, people are in control.

The spectators on both sides merged into one at some point: they exclaimed, clapped their hands and applauded, mixed with the cries of young children, it was very noisy.

Previously, he thought the market was lively, but when he came here, Hawley only felt his ears hurt and his head was buzzing from the noise.

Based on the size of the skeleton, it may be that of a juvenile.

While some of the spectators retreated, Holly squeezed into the front row to see more clearly.

Yes, as expected.

It was not a monster, but a race of undead mutated and transformed by the dark element or its magic.

Most of this race lives in the dark cave, which is also where the dark church and camp are located.

Because he joined the light camp in his previous life and fought frequently with the dark camp in the middle and late stages, Holly had the experience of confronting the undead head-on.

Not only that, but he also had some wonderful experiences and an unspeakably complicated relationship with the deputy head of the undead army.

"It is said that the undead knight Wilmer lived in the world in his early years..."

For some reason, the descriptions of the deputy head of the previous life suddenly appeared in his mind.

The races living in the dark cave have always been at odds with the creatures above the ground.The latter often use words such as "dirty", "ugly" and "cursed" to describe the race in the dark cave.

The two parties hate each other, don't deal with each other, and don't want to appear in front of each other.

Therefore, it is indeed a rare thing to see dark cave races on the ground, especially undead, but it is not so rare.

As for the skeleton tied to the slave market, Hawley cannot guarantee whether he is related to the undead knight, so he prefers that the two be independent individuals.

"Look, look, look! Human bones that can walk and talk, only four silver coins—!"

The slave trader shouted loudly, and when he finished speaking, he yanked the chain in his hand again, pulling the skeleton to his side.Commanded: "Speak!"

The skeleton said nothing.

There were boos around, and many people left the venue in twos and threes after watching the excitement.

Seeing the potential customers going away one by one, the slave trader became impatient, and beat the skeleton of the skeleton hard with a whip, forcing it to grunt because of the pain, and then apologized to everyone: "Look, everyone, look, it can really bark, and it can also bark." can speak."

Holly spoke suddenly, interrupting the slave trader from continuing.

"Wait, let him come over."

The skeleton was about a head shorter than Holly, so he half bent over, supported his knees with his hands, and his eyes were at the same level as the skeleton.

"look up."

It stands to reason that the eye socket hole of the human skull can see the depths of the bone, but its eye socket is like an abyss, and the black ocean fills all the gaps.

The undead knight once explained to Holly that no matter what kind of appearance their race turns into—carrion, skeleton, or human form, they can gain external perception, just like what they experienced before they were alive.

So they can feel cold, warm, and pain; they can taste food when they need to eat; they can see the beauty in the world, and they understand how ugly and dirty their own bodies are.

And the skeleton stared at the green eyes in front of him in a daze.

Why does this person have no fear or disgust on his expression, and his eyes seem to be just looking at... a normal person?

It's been a long time since such eyes looked like this, the last time they were treated normally was in the dark cave, because there were all the same kind.

The "four eyes" were relatively long, the slave trader got impatient, and the skeleton couldn't figure out what this man was looking at him.

Just when he was about to lose his gaze and the air became anxious, Holly straightened up and said slowly, "Three silver coins."

"What?" The slave trader exclaimed immediately.

It may not have been long, but during that period, Hawley had a lot of thoughts in his stomach.

Do you want to buy this skeleton?

——According to the price tag set up next to the slave trader, the starting price of a male slave is eight silver coins, and that of a female slave is six silver coins.For the skeleton, his price is far less than that of a female slave.

At this price, either it has not been sold before, or it is believed that no normal person will buy a bad luck item and take it home-but maybe?It's just that some unlucky fool with a lot of money is willing to take over.

The slave trader could send him to the auction house. The deposit and quota fee alone cost 5 silver coins. If he failed, the gain would outweigh the loss.

Instead of expecting to meet big clients with eccentricities at the auction floor, target a wider group of people.What's more, those who really know the goods will often come here to find goods.

Hawley had a little spare cash on hand, and it was a fateful coincidence that the price met the conditions.

Is it worth it to give up buying two catties of white sugar for a moving skeleton?

It must be worthwhile for Hawley to answer—from a humanitarian point of view, this is exactly the opportunity for him to help.

As for what happened after the purchase, he had his own plans in mind.

So Hawley, the unlucky fool with a lot of money, repeated: "3 silver coins, I bought it."

"This……"

The slave trader kept digging at the iron chain with his thumbs, lowered his eyes, rolled his eyes, and returned to his smiling face after a while.

"3 silver coins, plus 50 copper."

The exchange rate of this universal currency in the world is 100 copper coins for 1 silver coin, and 50 silver coins for 1 gold coin.

50 copper can indeed buy a lot of things, but after all, this is the choice made by Hawley, and he should bear the cost himself.

This price has to be negotiated no matter what.

No matter how Bobby usually says that he likes to gag and play tricks, he will become a hard bargainer when he comes to the vendors.

I can only think of a way to start from the perspective of the interests of the merchants...

Thinking of this, Hawley had an idea, took a step forward, lowered his voice and said to the slave trader, "I bought him just to make a novelty, is it possible that you are delusional that there are really rich people who are willing to take them home? What curses and disasters will they suffer in the future?" , it must be to come to ask for an explanation, no matter what, you have to find someone to take advantage of, and then you can get away with it?

Seeing that the other party's expression had changed, he struck while the iron was hot and released a blockbuster.

Holly raised his voice, deliberately letting people around him hear: "Well, I assure you, you can sign whatever you want, and you can make a Parrot oath—once you buy it, you will be cursed by dark magic, or you will be eroded by dark magic. Whatever happened, I will never trouble you."

A murmur erupted from the onlookers who were still left, and it was no surprise that they were amazed that he had taken the Parrott's oath for a strange thing from a dark cave.

The Parrot oath is directly intervened by magic. According to people, if you swear, there will be a parrot sent by God to watch you at all times.

If one day breaks the oath, divine punishment will follow.

Although he doubts the existence of God in his heart, Hawley also maintains a three-point awe of this unknown thing.

As long as he is frank and honest and keeps his promise, there is nothing bad to say.

The slave trader was moved, he thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and agreed: "Okay! Three silver coins, deal!"

He turned back to look for the chain around his neck and the key to the shackles, and handed them to Holly, passing the heavy black robe that was thrown aside.

Pay in one hand and deliver in one hand.

Holly helped the skeleton put on the black robe with his own hands.When hanging the hood, he got very close and said in a volume that could only be heard by two people: "I don't think there is anything scary about you, but others may not. You are more eye-catching now, so put on the hat first."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two walked away against the crowd.

After walking out of the slave market, the air is much fresher.Looking for a corner, Holly squatted down and untied the anklets hidden under the skeleton robe.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

The voice of the skeleton was a little green, it was a boy.Hawley guessed right, they shouldn't be much different in age.

As soon as these words caught his ears, Holly smiled and said, "Where can you escape, and walk back to the dark cave with your two feet?"

Compared with the slightly immature timbre of the skeleton, Holly is in the period of voice change, speaking a male duck voice.

It's just hoarseness, coupled with unconsciously changing the tone, the taunt value is instantly full.

He could hear the skeleton breathing heavily.

"Penniless, you still don't know how to change form. It's really dangerous to look like this." Holly stood up, unlocked the handcuffs and neck ring, and continued, "The dark cave was only opened on the blood fog day. It's too early, why not follow me first."

"When that day comes, whether you go or stay, I will not stop you."

As soon as the voice fell, the lock ring "clicked" softly, and Holly turned around and handed a bag of purchased ingredients to the skeleton.

There are only bones, and no emotion can be seen on the face without flesh.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a few seconds passed, the skeleton silently took the bag.

Holly grinned at him and led the way, carrying a few bags that were almost as tall as a man.

"What's your name?" He asked breathlessly.

"Wilmer." The skeleton replied lightly.

Stumbling under his feet, Holly staggered to and fro, almost falling on his back.

WTF?Wilmer, the deputy head of the Undead Knights?Is there such a coincidence in the world?

The skeleton noticed that the black-haired boy in front of him was looking at him with extremely complicated eyes, and stopped in doubt.

"...No, it's okay." I don't know if he is answering Wilmer or comforting himself, "Well, my name is Holly, you can call me brother if you want."

The skeleton chewed the name repeatedly in his heart and mouth, ignoring the last sentence, he called out: "Holly."

Then he got a short response from the other party.

Hawley's feet fluttered, and he skidded on the flat many times-he was wandering, going through a brainstorm.

There were two voices in my heart arguing endlessly: one was yelling, asking if he picked up something and brought it back, could it be something serious?

The other directly denied that the skeleton behind him was the undead knight.

Although in terms of name and experience, it is indeed more suitable, but Hawley finally listened to the voice of the latter and believed that the two should not be combined without authorization.

According to the influence of the memory of the previous life, if one draws conclusions from the beginning, Hawley will more or less unintentionally mix his attitude towards the undead knight and treat the skeleton boy.

If not, it would be very unfair to the little skull.

Before everything can be verified, they are two different people.

Having figured this out, Holly felt much better.

—Iron Street, Bobby's.

Holly went shopping, but didn't make lunch, so Bobby could only use bread to finish the job.

He gnawed at the bread bitterly, lamenting that the world is cruel, and his apprentice is a white-eyed wolf.

I don't need to do private work today, just have a day off.

He had nothing to do at home, wandering back and forth, checking where there was still room for cleaning, so that the floor was polished.

Just as he was about to clean the wooden window, he stood by the window on the second floor and looked out, when a streak of curly hair as red as flame suddenly broke into his field of vision.

The woman with long curly red hair seemed to have sensed something, turned around and raised her eyes, met her gaze, then burst into a happy smile, and the fiery red figure quickly ran to the door.

It's a good thing for the beauty to visit, but Bobby only has a bad feeling in his heart.

"What are you here for?" He asked dryly when he went downstairs to open the door for her.

When the beauty heard this, she was immediately unhappy.

She twisted her long eyebrows, her left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, and the beautiful eye that was exposed was slightly narrowed.

"Bobby Eden!" She shouted out Bobby's full name in dissatisfaction, "Are you so unhappy to see an old friend?!"

The red-haired beauty's voice was not as charming as her face, but rather hoarse, but her smoky voice added her unique charm.

"Alena Keira." Bobby imitated her full name, in exchange for Alena's slap in the face.

The latter broke into the door directly, brushed shoulders with Bobby, and raised a burst of rose fragrance.If you sniff it carefully, you can find that it is mixed with the salty smell of sea water.

Alena put all the daggers and other weapons on the table, then looked around the living room, nodding from time to time as if patrolling the territory.

Bobby on the side saw her veins bulging, because she was still wearing the casual clothes she would wear on a pirate ship, and the soles of her leather boots were stained with sand, leaving muddy footprints on the freshly wiped floor.

After wandering around, Alena paced back to the dining table and picked up the caramel milk tea that Holly made for him this morning.

The hair on the sideburns is pulled behind the ears, revealing the angle of the mandible, and there are fish gills on the inside!

He is not surprised, after all, Alena is a hybrid of mermaid and human.

——But this does not mean that the mermaid hybrid can digest hundreds of poisons!

Alena first lowered her head to sniff, and then drank the drink in the glass in one gulp.

Bobby finally couldn't help but exploded: "Where did you put your defensiveness? How dare you drink other people's water casually!"

She blinked and said innocently: "You didn't know I was coming, so you made a special trip to poison me..."

"Besides, we have been friends for so many years. What reason do you have to hurt your old friend?" After finishing speaking, she pointed to the cup and asked, "What is this? It's really delicious. Is there any more?"

With a sigh of relief, Bobby resigned himself to going to the kitchen and looking for iced milk tea in the self-made freezer.

"There is nothing to worry about between us, but it doesn't mean that there are no beasts watching in the dark - when should we break our necks."

Her words floated in the air and came slowly from behind Bobby.

They stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked at each other.

It seemed that something big was indeed coming, and Bobby had a strong premonition in his heart.

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The author has something to say:

Holly: They shouldn't be the same... umm... that's right (self-consolation)

Wilmer: OWO (stare——)

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Seriously, I can’t wait to write this chapter for Bobby to go up and post with sister Alaina, after all, who can refuse a beautiful woman with big waves and red hair?