People were coming and going on the street, and there were many vendors setting up stalls on both sides of the road, shouting hard.
The clothes worn by residents of the Twin Cities are darker, mainly brown, gray and dark blue.
Therefore, Chris, who was wearing fiery red armor, stood out particularly, and many people frequently cast curious glances at him.
"Mutton skewers, fresh mutton skewers." At this time, a shout attracted Chris's attention.
He followed the sound and saw fifty meters away, a middle-aged man in his forties setting up an oven, skewering five or six pieces of meat with sharpened branches and roasting it on the fire. There was a quilt behind him.
A red goat skinned and hung upside down.
The man was wearing gray coarse cloth, his skin was tanned by the scorching sun, his face had some wrinkles, and his exposed teeth were very white, but one of his front teeth was missing.
This was the first time Chris saw the practice of kebabs in the Magic Continent, and he couldn't help but feel a little friendly, so he walked up and asked: "Boss, how do you sell mutton kebabs?"
The dark-skinned man stretched out three fingers and said: "Three copper coins in a string."
Chris flicked a silver coin into the other person's arms: "Give me thirty-three strings."
Nowadays, with his worth, he doesn't bother to carry change like copper plates.
"Okay." The dark-skinned man smiled widely and turned over a large handful of meat skewers.
The rich fragrance flooded into the nostrils, and except for Chris, there were no other customers in front of the stall.
"Master, isn't it hot to wear such thick armor on such a hot day?" the man asked, wiping the sweat from his face with the towel on his shoulder.
Chris shook his head and said: "It's not hot."
He is now majoring in fire magic. Hot summer is when the fire element is strongest, and it is also Chris' favorite season.
Seeing that the guest's face was clean and tidy, with no sweat as expected, the man couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"For your thirty-three skewers of mutton skewers, you will get two more skewers for free. Welcome to come again next time." The dark-skinned man counted out thirty-five skewers of mutton skewers, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them over respectfully.
"Thank you." Chrissy reached out and took it, a big heavy bag. He took out two skewers and started to taste them, and threw the rest into the space ring.
After taking a bite, the aroma of meat filled my mouth. The heat was well controlled, but unfortunately there was no seasoning, just a few grains of salt.
From the perspective of this world, these grilled mutton skewers are definitely rare and delicious.
Of course, there is still a big gap between the other party's cooking skills and Chris's. After all, the idea of using magic flames to grill meat is the only one in the entire continent.
After eating the skewers, not long after Chris walked out, he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes walking towards him, followed by eight guards.
The young man looked to be in his early twenties, with his head held high and his nostrils pointed at others. Judging from the fluctuations of fighting spirit emanating from his body, he was impressively at the fourth level.
With such a level at such a young age, he indeed has the confidence to be arrogant. Except for Chris, no one in the younger generation in Mote City can compare with him.
Chris stopped where he was without moving, but the young man on the opposite side bumped into him without missing a beat.
The shoulders of the two touched each other. Chris remained motionless, but the young man took a few steps back uncontrollably.
The young man rubbed his shoulders and cursed arrogantly: "Don't you have eyes?"
"You're the one without eyes, right?" Chris said sarcastically, "You use your nostrils to see the road?"
"You dare to offend our young city lord Nelson, boy, do you not want to live anymore?" A guard behind the young man pulled out his sword with a clang.
Nelson raised his hand and stopped his men from making any further movements.
From the boy opposite him, he felt an aura that was no weaker than his own.
And more importantly, the other person looks several years younger than me.
He has entered the fourth level at the age of twenty-one and has been praised by his father as a once-in-a-century genius. How evil must that kid be?
With many years of experience as a playboy, Nelson knew that the guy opposite might have a background no less powerful than his own, so it was best not to provoke him for the time being.
So Nelson pushed his men aside and allowed Chris to walk by.
Originally, Nelson was not a young city lord, but the previous city lord died in the war of the Expansion Order, and his father missed it. In addition, his eldest brother also died in the Expansion Order, so he rose to the top and became the leader of the Twin Cities.
Young City Lord.
Nelson has been able to stay stable for so many years because of his adaptable character.
Chris glanced at the young man in surprise, "Aren't you from the Young City Lord? Are you so cowardly?"
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Chris was too lazy to continue to cause trouble. The other person just bumped into him anyway, it was no big deal, so he chose to leave like this.
After Chris left, Nelson regained his dandy expression and continued to walk forward as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
"Old Bada, please pay today's protection fee, two silver coins."
The mutton kebab stall owner said in an almost pleading tone: "Young City Master, I just opened my business not long ago and I only sold one silver coin. Can you please be accommodating?"
Nelson roared: "Don't pretend to be pitiful for me, even if you lose a penny! If you can't pay the protection fee, I will destroy your mess!"
"Young City Master, you can't do this. I rely on these possessions to support my family." The stall owner's voice was filled with tears.
But Nelson was unmoved: "You guys, pull this old guy away!"
Chris turned around when he heard the noise, just in time to see Nelson grab the handle of the stove and flip it over, causing burning black coals to splash all over the floor.
Ha, it turns out he is a bully and fears the strong!
Chris dodged, came to the front of the stove, and used Demon Fighting Qi to put away the charcoal fire to prevent it from hurting passers-by.
"What's the difference between charging two silver coins a day for protection and robbery?" Chris looked directly into Nelson's eyes and said coldly.
Nelson also lost his temper: "Because you are also a noble, I don't want to antagonize you. I hope you won't meddle in other people's business!"
I give you a step forward, you are actually pushing the envelope even further!
Even if we start to take action now, it will be the other party who starts the trouble first, and we will take charge of it.
According to the "Code of Nobles", the nobility has absolute power to rule over the people, and outsiders have no right to interfere.
Chris dug his ears and said: "I'm sorry. I regret it. You can't just let it go. My shoulder still hurts now. I have to compensate for it! It doesn't take much, just give me two gold coins."
good."
Nelson sneered: "You don't even want to ask whose territory this is. I don't care what your identity is. If you dare to act wild here, I will let you come in standing up and go out lying down. Do it!"
The guards behind him swarmed around him, but they were all rotten fish and shrimps, and they were only at the third level at the highest level.