Walking into the alley of this second-hand market, Suldak felt that he was being stared at by a few pairs of eyes in the dark. There is no doubt that the person with those greedy eyes should be the thieves here, and the second-hand market is inseparable.
These thieves, because the stolen goods in their hands are some of the best-selling items in the flea market.
Suldak looked around and found that apart from the stall owners at the entrance, there were only a few homeless people lying on the sunny side of the street. The wooden boards under them had been rubbed black and the texture was full of oil stains.
There are some stalls on both sides of the alley, and the things on them are quite dazzling, such as iron pots, candlesticks, old clothes, leather bags, boots, etc. In addition, there are some things that Surdak cannot recognize at all, and of course not completely.
It is a second-hand item. Some clay pots stacked together look very new, but many of the stall owners look like they are dishonest. They try to place their stalls on the north side of the alley so that they can sit against the wall and enjoy the warmth.
of sunshine.
Most of the people walking in this narrow alley were poor people with yellow faces and skinny muscles. Some wore linen autumn clothes and a piece of torn linen draped around their bodies to barely resist the cold wind.
Some people still carry some old goods under their ribs, and it looks like they want to sell these things in order to exchange for some daily necessities.
"Sir Knight, do you want a pipe?" A dirty boy approached Suldak, holding a broken hat in his hand. There were several roughly carved oak pipes inside.
The exquisitely carved patterns and jade holder, and the knife marks on the pipe have not been completely polished off, making it look rough.
Suldak shook his head slightly.
The eldest child looked disappointed and prepared to look for the next buyer. He was holding a broken hat and his back was covered with chilblains. He was wearing a piece of clothing that didn't fit well. His trousers were obviously too short, and his ankles were
exposed outside.
Natasha reached out and took out an oak pipe from her old hat, and asked the eldest child gently: "How much does this pipe cost?"
The eldest child took a peek at the bakery at the entrance of the alley, bit his lip, lowered his head, and whispered: "Five coppers."
Natasha carefully rummaged through the hat to find the one that looked the most decent, then took out a handful of copper coins from her purse, counted five coins from it, put them in the palm of the older child's hand, smiled slightly and said: "
Go for it!”
The eldest child got the coin and ran to the bakery that didn't look big. Soon he walked out of the bakery carrying a cloth bag. The bag looked bulging and was radiating heat.
, the eldest child walked out of the flea market happily, his steps looking so bold.
Suldak stood in front of a stall selling wooden picture frames and whispered to Natasha: "How can five copper coins buy so much bread?"
Natasha carefully put the remaining few copper coins back into the purse, squinted her eyes and said happily: "Maybe he is only five copper coins short, maybe there is chestnut rice cake in the pocket, who knows..."
She held Suldak's arm and didn't even look back at the older child, the smile in her eyes was even bigger.
The two of them walked along the long and narrow alley. It was obvious that Natasha seemed much more relaxed in this alley. They passed by a second-hand shop that looked like a grocery store and saw a few hanging on the eaves outside the shop.
She reached out and pinched the colorful ball. She stopped and smiled at Suldak: "I remember that I wanted to have a ball like this when I was a child. I want to buy a ball for little Peter, okay?"
“Okay!” Surdak pointed to the leather ball dyed vermilion and said to Natasha: “This one is very good.”
Natasha happily took the ball out of her net bag. The two of them stood at the door of the store for so long, but no owner came out. The two of them walked into the second-hand store. The light in the store was a little dark. Surda
Ke saw the shopkeeper sitting in front of the counter dozing off on a high stool, but he didn't wake him up immediately. He took a casual look at the second-hand shop and found that the goods inside were much better than those displayed outside.
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There are still some old armors and shields hanging in the store. Although they have been renovated, they are obviously coated with a layer of animal fat and have been treated with very detailed anti-rust treatment. Surdak saw from the row of shields on the wall.
He came across a shield that looked like a tile, with hill reliefs printed on the surface. Surdak stretched out his hand and touched it. The relief pattern seemed to have been stamped directly during the forging of the shield.
He coughed lightly, and the shop owner who was dozing on the high stool trembled all over and woke up from his sleep. He opened his eyes and saw two customers standing in the shop. Then he reached out and rubbed his face hard.
Bundle.
Suldak turned around, pointed to the thick shield on the wall, and asked the shopkeeper: "What is this?"
The shopkeeper picked up the water glass on the counter and took a sip of water before he said to Suldak calmly: "Dwarf Tower Shield, I went to the dwarf country with the caravan once, and I brought back several weapons. Now I only have
Get down this shield!"
The shopkeeper saw Surdak's interested expression and said indifferently: "Knight, it's very heavy. Even a heavy shield warrior would have a hard time picking it up. Obviously it's not suitable for you."
, you must not only have enough strength, but also have a good horse!"
After saying that, the shopkeeper walked up to Suldak. Only then did Suldak realize that the shopkeeper was a head taller than him and his body was large enough to accommodate him. The shopkeeper glanced at his chest and said directly: "Guard
The battalion’s standard weapons are of excellent quality. There is absolutely no need for you to buy another shield. If you just want to take a look and want to know which piece of armor you want, you can ask me.”
Surdak saw a knight's helmet with a mask hanging on the wall, but there was a bunch of white feathers like a dog's tail standing on the top of the helmet, and a scale-like pattern was engraved on the forehead. It was obviously a helmet.
A very delicate knight's helmet, the silver plating can still be seen in areas that have not faded.
“This is the helmet worn by the battle priests in the temple. Now that they have left the city of Hiranza, these things are left behind...” the shopkeeper said casually.
Surdak could imagine that a thief in the city must have sent this helmet here. Unexpectedly, this was also a place where thieves sold their stolen goods. His eyes fell on the tablecloth on the counter, which turned out to be made of silk.
It was just a little fluffy. Looking at the cross stripes embroidered with silver thread, Suldak finally remembered that he had seen such a pattern on the wall outside the long-closed temple in the city.
“Is this a flag?” asked Surdak.
The shopkeeper walked back to the counter, lowered his eyelids and stared at the tablecloth on the counter, and said with a cold smile: "It is just a tablecloth that no one wants now. Everything in the temple has become almost worthless!"
Surdak found that the candlesticks and silver cups on the counter looked like things found in temples. The shopkeeper coughed lightly and continued: "The Statue of Liberty may have gone to other planes to relieve suffering in other worlds.
Or, she no longer takes care of us, we have to rely on ourselves!"
"Now there is only one guarding priest left in the temple in the city. I remember that in its heyday, there were seven priests and more than 20 priests in the temple. Every army in Helensa City had priests.
Follow, every injured soldier will receive timely treatment on the battlefield, instead of like now, if you are injured, you can only lie on a stretcher and wait to die. With such an army, who would dare to rush to the front during a war..."
Suldak had never seen a priest on the battlefield, and he didn’t know what it was like.
“Ouch!” Natasha yelled from next to her, as if she had hit something, and a torch inserted into the wall fell off and hit the ground.
Suldak hurriedly walked over and asked Natasha: "Are you injured?"
Natasha patted her plump chest like a frightened deer, and whispered to Suldak: "No, I accidentally touched this torch. I didn't expect it to be so heavy."
She struggled to pick up the torch that fell on the ground, and saw that the support base where the torch handle was inserted had cracked. She knew that she was in trouble, and glanced at Suldak in a panic.
Surdak patted Natasha's soft shoulder and gave her a look that said, "I have everything for you." Then he said to the shopkeeper who came over: "Sorry, I'll mess with the torch and holder you put here."
If it breaks, I will pay you as much as you need!"
The shop owner looked at the cracks on the support and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. This torch is indeed too heavy. It really doesn't fit in here. I should put it back in the warehouse."
"Is this torch made of pure copper?" She asked in surprise when she saw Natasha picking up the torch with great difficulty and quickly reached out to take it. However, the torch was heavy in her hand and she almost lost her hand.
The shop owner laughed, and he was about to pull out the damaged support from the wall. He said: "The surface is probably plated with a layer of magic copper. Everything in the temple is like this. It's flashy. At first I thought it was copper.
The product looks very heavy. I thought it would be worth a few bucks. I didn’t expect that it has been left here for several years and no one cares about it. It seems that I should find an opportunity to throw it into the furnace of the blacksmith shop and melt it into copper ingots. It should still be worth something.
How much money!"
There was an inexplicable suction force coming from the torch, which was similar to the feeling of holding a shining saber. Surdak watched as the patterns on the surface of the torch lit up with streaks of holy light after being injected with the sacred breath. The dust covering the torch could not cover it up at all.
Unable to hold on, Surdak quickly withdrew his sacred aura and extinguished the light from the torch pattern.
Suldak said to the shopkeeper: "How much do you want to sell this torch for?"
When the shop owner saw that Surdak really wanted to buy the torch, he immediately acted like a businessman and said to Surdak: "Maybe after the torch is smelted, I can collect some magic copper, so there are no three
I will definitely not sell a...oh...five gold coins."
Natasha didn't expect that a torch would be so expensive, and she was so frightened that she almost shed tears.
“This gold coin is my compensation for you. I bought the torch!” Suldak readily took out five gold coins from his purse and placed them on the counter.
Hold Natasha and strode out of the thrift store.
…”
Natasha hesitated to put the unpaid ball back into her net bag.
The shop owner stood at the door and shouted to Natasha with a happy face: "This ball is given to you for free..."