"What about the negative traits? Triggering thunderstorms in an area?"
"Of course not. Throwing this coin into the ocean will trigger an ocean storm that lasts for at least a week in an entire area. Moreover, ships trapped in the area cannot leave the area in any way. Don't read what I'm describing.
It’s lightweight, which is actually a scary thing.”
Saying that, the purple-eyed girl asked:
"How about spending a coin to divine where the last gem that symbolizes spring is?"
"Today is already Tuesday, and I still have a [Emperor's Banquet Copper Coin] in my hand. Okay, I can't wait any longer."
"As I said a long time ago, even if fate gives you the gravitational pull to meet that cemetery, sometimes we have to find ways to speed up the process of fate."
As she spoke, one of the [Wrath of Thunder] was thrown high by her, and traces of rust appeared on the highest point. After the coin turned into fly ash and dissipated, Luvia opened her eyes and looked at Xia hesitantly.
German:
"Maybe you are right this time. Keeping the coins and not using them is the right choice."
"Huh? You won't say that I have already obtained the green gem, but haven't found it yet?"
Shade asked hesitantly:
"Inside the Silver Cube that still needs the last story to be opened? Oh, I knew that Silver Cube caused a major earthquake in the Randall Valley. The things inside must be extraordinary."
Luvia shook her head slightly:
"Of course not. I mean, that gem is now in the warehouse of the local Cassandra Auction House."
There is no need for Shade to go to the warehouse to pick up gems. His friendship with Granny Cassandra and Miss Swift is high enough. Miss Swift can do such a small thing, and there is a high probability that she will not even know how to do it.
Let Shade pay for the gem.
But the most important thing this evening was not to get the gem, but to meet Stone Oxenfurt. Luvia originally planned to accompany Shade, but Shade refused, and he still
Quite resistant to any relationship between Luvia and demons.
At around 4:30, Shade left the witch's manor in a carriage and spent more than an hour walking through the city, reaching the northeastern border of the city and entering a small village outside the city.
It was already dinner time, and smoke was rising from the chimneys above the low adobe and straw houses. Children and their domestic dogs ran towards their homes through the muddy paths of melting snow, wearing aprons.
The country women shouted loudly for their children who had not yet returned. The men came back from the tavern, the fields, or the river carrying hoes and fishing rods. Only the blacksmiths and apprentices in the blacksmith shop were still in the hot weather.
There was something tinkling next to the stove.
It seems that the turmoil in the Randall Valley cannot affect this small village, or perhaps the hardship of life has left them no time to worry about other things.
Although this village called "Sturgeon Village" is quite backward compared to the city, it is on the only way into the city after all, so there are not only blacksmiths, merchants, but also a one-story tavern in the village.
The name of the tavern is "Sturgeon Tavern" and it is located on the southwest side of the village close to the city. In front of the tavern is a road sign indicating the direction of the city. There is a dried salted fish nailed under the road sign. This is probably because the tavern is promoting itself.
As soon as Shade walked to the road sign, he heard the lively sounds coming from inside. Not only inside the tavern, but also on the bench outside the tavern, there were three country farmers sitting on the bench smoking cigarettes and wearing hats, and on the other side
Next to the stable, two villagers who looked drunk were discussing in slang drunkenly which mare looked better.
The shape of the tavern is very strange. The main body is rectangular, with two short sides sloping outward, and then together with the fence, barn and stables, it forms a small courtyard.
Shade stepped on the mud after the melted snow, pushed the door open and entered. While squinting his eyes to adapt to the bright light, he was choked by the smell of wine and almost coughed.
The small village close to the city has gas pipelines. Not only are there gas lamps behind the counter, but also the oldest gas lamps are hung in other areas. But it is obvious that the shop owner is not willing to waste gas money, so even now the tavern is bustling and full.
There are people, but the gas lamp is still not turned on to the maximum power, which makes some corners outside the bright area look very dark.
The owner of the tavern was a woman in her fifties with half-white hair and a string of garlic hanging around her neck for some reason. She warmly greeted Shade, a stranger who was obviously passing by, and Shade asked curiously:
"Are you anti-vampire?"
There are also rumors in this world that garlic can resist vampires, but Shade's friend Mr. Bernhardt said that is just superstition. Although he doesn't like eating garlic, he is not afraid of it.
"Some time ago, a nearby village was suffering from malaria. The village doctor said that garlic can prevent and cure it. Do you want to come too?"
She asked in slang quite enthusiastically, and Shade shook his head hastily:
"I made an appointment with a friend, and he has probably already arrived. He is a strong guy who looks like a gangster. Even in winter, he likes to roll up his sleeves."
"there."
So the female shopkeeper pointed the direction for Shade, and after Shade ordered a glass of rye beer, he walked over. The tavern was also an adobe house, with wooden beams, straw, and tiles forming the roof. As for the roof, it wasn't even smoothed.
On the walls, sundries such as garlic, bones, herbs, and peppers are hung as decorations.
Stone Oxenfurt was sitting in the deepest part of the tavern, at the corner table on the short side of the east side of the tavern building.
He was slightly bent over, sitting on the east side of the obviously low table. From this angle, he could see half of the pub. He was holding a beer in his right hand, and pressing the newspaper on the table with his left hand. The oil lamp for supplementary lighting was placed on the table that looked full of water.
On the wine-stained wooden table, next to the oil lamp, there were peanuts and a pile of side dishes that Shade couldn't see:
"If I were you, I would never eat here."
Shade said, sitting down opposite him, and then felt that the bench and table were a little short. He looked at Oxenfurt's raised head, and under the light of the oil lamp, his face still had a slightly fierce look:
"The shopkeeper said that there is malaria in the nearby village, which is not good news."
A young tavern waiter, probably the landlady's nephew or something, brought Shade his rye beer, but Shade didn't touch it.
"To me, this disease is nothing."
Oxenfurt took a big gulp of wine, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve rolled up to his elbow. It was rare for a big businessman to do this. Although he had made money, his living habits remained the same.
"Malaria is nothing to you, right?"
Oxenfurt asked Shade again, and Shade shook his head slightly:
"I had a high fever all night last week. Even I can't be immune to all diseases, except for this."
Shade took out two small paper packets from his pocket, which contained the "Kasenrik Third Class Combat Hero Medal" and the sapphire earring with a drop of Oxenfurt's blood.
"Let's see if it's what you're looking for."
Shade asked, and Oxenfurt put down his wine glass and examined it under the light of the kerosene lamp on the table:
"No problem, it's indeed what I'm looking for."
He nodded and asked Xiang Xia De:
"I thought you would put it in a box and send it back. Putting it in a paper bag is indeed a rare behavior."
"Doesn't the jewelry box cost money?"
Oxenfurt smiled:
"Although when I entrusted you with the task, I thought you could succeed, but I didn't expect you actually did it."
As he said that, he wanted to put the two items into his pocket, but Shade reached out and held his hand:
"Wait, I have fulfilled my promise, now it's your turn. You said that you have clues to [Original Land], and you know who holds that card."
Behind Shade is a lively tavern. The villagers who have been busy for a day are sitting together, bragging about their new experiences. The village's police chief and the village chief are sitting together, complaining that people have lost firewood at the entrance of the village. No one knows what is happening in the corner.
What are the two people talking about.
"Don't tell me."
Shade spoke slowly, looking at the man opposite him:
"That card is in the hand of the guy behind you."
"Of course not, it's a pity, that thing has no intention of appreciating Rhodes cards."
Oxenfurt said, taking his hand out of Shade's hand:
"I really know the whereabouts of that card. I'm not lying to you. I rarely lie - [Origin·Earth] is in my hand."
"You fool me?"
Shade frowned slightly.
"Are you kidding? You helped me get what I wanted, and I told you the whereabouts of [Creation Earth]. Isn't this our agreement from the beginning?"
"But when we met in front of the burning warehouse, you said that [Original Land] is not in your hands (Chapter 1253)."
"Yes, it wasn't in my hand then, it was in my drawer. But now, it's in my pocket."
Oxenfurt smiled, picked up the wine glass again, and saluted Shade:
"I also said at the time that I was confident in persuading the holder of [Original Land] to give you that card. This is not a lie. I am very good at convincing myself. You want that card very much? Yes,
No one doesn't want it. For all Rhodes players, it is a treasure worth giving up all their belongings to exchange for. Now you have the opportunity, promise me one thing, and that card will belong to you."
"Again?"
Shade crossed the oil lamp in the middle of the table, held the handle of his wine glass with one hand, and looked at him with narrowed eyes:
"I'm not going to help you find anything anymore. I don't know if you're good at judging people's moods through their expressions. But I can tell you, I'm pretty annoyed right now."
PS: I checked last year’s records and found that there were 10,000 more updates during the Spring Festival last year. It’s the same this year, with more updates on the first day of the new year.
