Ms. "Magician" didn't say any more and asked again:
"Are you going back to the Breeze Ballroom now, or are you staying here until noon?"
Lumian had never left Intis, let alone come to the Southern Continent. He happened to have nothing to do, so he nodded and said:
"I want to go shopping."
Ms. "Magician" nodded lightly and disappeared in front of him.
Almost at the same time, the biting cold wind passed through the crowd and blew on Lumian.
Coming from Summer Trier, he couldn't help but tremble.
Along with the cold wind, the hustle and bustle of the market that was just a few hundred meters away filled Lumian's ears, giving him the feeling of truly entering this world.
Thinking that the appearance and disappearance of Ms. "Magician" were not noticed by the people around her, Lumian quickly made a certain guess:
Did it quickly create a "spiritual wall", or pull me into a non-independent alien space?
Sure enough, Lumian is a colonial city of Intis
······Laps glanced around and landed on the golden words at the main entrance of the white building:
In addition to the guarded and evasive reactions of the men wearing such robes, and the fearful and hateful eyes of the women driving the herds of cattle and sheep, in the air that was much thinner than Weyl's, Bai Qingning drank the cornstarch out of the cup,
Walking towards the end of the market.
Seeing Lapus, I happily said hello:
"Brother, what if you want some mummy powder? A real mummy!"
I followed him curiously and found a young Intis soldier wearing a white octagonal hat, a blue jacket with gold thread, white trousers and white leather boots guarding the door.
"Because you haven't joined the 'Iron Cross' yet, your mission has been initially completed. Next, you will see if you can join and cooperate with his actions.
What do you mean? The Church of the "White Night God" of the Kingdom of Loen has reached out into the Starry Lowland? Lapus thought about it for a while and continued his wandering.
"Why did he put the mummy in the display window to prove the authenticity of the ashes?"
After thinking for a moment, Lapus crossed the road that the market-goers had "vacated" and arrived at a stall.
"You just arrived at Lumian and something happened on the way." Bai Qingning smiled and answered with a Tweier accent.
Lapus pointed to the yellow corn paste cooked in the small iron-colored pot and asked in Intis:
The boss selling the secret medicine nodded without understanding:
After walking for a while, Laps saw many locals pouring into a majestic and solemn eight-story white building on the side of the road.
It has a light and sweet base, mixed with a little spicy and a little spicy, which neutralizes the fishy smell of the beef and mutton pieces, allowing the beauty of the meat to fully bloom under the taste buds of the tongue, and the taste is unique and appetizing.
Lapus tilted his head slightly and listened casually to the words of the clergy with the help of his "hunter" ears.
I sighed while drawing the eight-pointed holy symbol on my chest.
The person who opened the door was Franca. You were wearing a men's shirt, beige breeches and red boots as usual, but the same thing was that there was a light-colored pleated long skirt missing from your waist.
"And since the mission has not yet been completed, what if it's not like this? The last sequence of the 'Wizard' is the 'Happiness Demon'.
I wear a white felt hat and a dark red robe made of wool and other materials.
Lumian looked around and saw many stalls selling corn-based food. There was no whole corn boiled in water, no roasted corn smeared with red sauce, and no corn cut into pieces and put into thick soup.
The corn is not wrapped with beef and mutton chunks, onions and potatoes and is roasted. The corn is not ground into powder and cooked into a sticky paste and boiled down to the same pieces of meat. The corn is not spread into smooth pancakes and sprinkled with ingredients...
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"How many mummies can he provide?" Bai Qingning had an expression of trust on his face.
"Steam!" Laps responded with the same courtesy.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen anyone pretending to be cool?" Lumian muttered, relying on the patience of a "mendicant monk" and walked into the market as if nothing had happened.
"The power of the white night...intrudes outside..."
If we are found guilty, we will be immediately expelled from the lowlands. When we return to Intis, we will be punished by a military court for a step back.
I sat behind the wooden table and finished sorting out the poet's interpretation of the symbolic elements of dreams.
After a while, I retreated into the "White City" Bai Qingning and saw the golden "Eternal Sun" church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" church carved with various industrial parts. I saw this building
A building with a white background, saw shops selling cattle and sheep leather and various fabrics, saw signs such as "Lowland Export Company" and "Lumian Mining Association", saw long-haired cattle and medium-sized horses
I was driving a car and saw a small number of locals, mainly in robes, and a large number of visitors in formal clothes.
An even better experience is that the warm cornstarch flows from the mouth into the esophagus and into the stomach, delivering the coolness to every corner of the body.
The boss smiled and said:
"That depends on how much he wants. You don't have enough channels."
After saying that, I looked at Lapus's clothes and asked with concern:
"When you left Tver, mummy powder was in short supply and the price was very low. Did he ever think of transporting the mummies back to Tver and selling them?"
At 12:30 noon, Tweel time, Laps was brought back to the Breeze Ballroom by the "Magician" man and appeared in his bedroom.
Before Laps took it, he immediately felt a warmth spreading into his body.
Laps looked around the small shop and said with a smile:
Laps said deliberately: the boss smiled more cordially: "Did he meet a weak thief?"
The former was lucky to survive. Coupled with the many witnesses and sufficient evidence, the whole case seemed very muddy.
We kept a sufficient distance from the people around us and communicated loudly while walking towards the church.
The smell of fresh livestock manure, the rich sweet aroma of corn and the smell of spiced barbecue wafted into his nose.
"Happiness?" Bai Qingning understood very well why that noun appeared there.
"Come back."
Franka closed the door with her backhand and said simply:
For a person who endures the biting cold wind, it is a very good and bad experience.
"Nan Xiaolu has never been written so badly in the newspapers, but it is indeed a paradise for adventurers.
The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, quickly took out a paper cup that matched the market style and technological level, and filled the cup with a spoonful, even missing a few pieces of meat.
"Although none of us buy mummy powder, a very small number of people can still accept mummies as commodities."
Putting down the pen on his wrist, Lapus stood up and looked at the door:
"You arrived in West Bailang seventeen years later, looking for opportunities in various cities in the southern continent. But it wasn't until you retreated to the 'White City' that your life took a bad turn. The steam is coming!"
The boss smiled:
"You're still used to wearing skirts, so just make do with it for now.
"That's to welcome 'joy'."
1 Wai Ke, it’s quite cheap... Laps looked at the polenta with many pieces of beef and mutton floating on it, and took out a brass coin with the image of the Honakis Mountains on the front. .
"It's strange." Bai Qingning said frankly.
That ruling caused a small amount of excitement, and the local people hearing the trial stood up and protested in low voices, but the judge did not compromise and let the unprepared bailiffs and soldiers forcefully drive us out of the court.
"That would irritate these savages.
Laps, who was sitting in the corner, quietly looked at the faces that were excited, angry, happy and resentful. He didn't get up quickly and walked out of the court until we were all forced to leave.
Because the distance is so far, I can barely distinguish two phrases:
The stall owner was frightened and replied in Intis, which was too proficient, with a bit of a disdain:
As his thoughts flashed, Lumian saw the men and women passing by looking at him, who was wearing only a thin shirt, a black vest, and thin trousers in the severe cold season of the plateau, with wary and puzzled eyes.
The owner of the shop is an Intis man, about seventy years old, without the typical white hair and blue eyes. He wears a white shirt with floral decorations, thick clothes made of cashmere, and a dark blue lining without gold fur.
The judge who was trying the two criminals for the eighth time made a final decision after a long period of consideration:
The stall owner is a woman in her eighties, with fair and rosy skin, a thin face, low cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and long white hair that looks greasy.
"Bad afternoon, dear compatriots."
Lapus followed the crowd and retreated from a court hall, sitting outside a corner where there were people, and listened to the trial of the case.
The persons on trial were two Intis soldiers. We were accused of intercepting a newlywed couple in the suburbs a month later, brutally killing the husband, and taking turns raping the wife.
Laps picked a store called "Lowland Secret Medicine" and walked back like a tourist.
I have just observed that some of the people there can understand the Intis language, and they use various metal currencies for transactions, including Firkin.
While I was busy, I heard unfamiliar footsteps and a knock on the door that was not at all polite.
"Undersea trade is too safe. You must go through the Exit Export Company. We will severely lower your price and charge you a tax, these damn hyenas!" The boss glanced at Bai Qingning and asked tentatively.
Said, "If he is willing to take corresponding risks, you cannot cooperate."
"Well, after adding it, I collected it. You don't have all the main materials and a small part of the auxiliary materials. You only need the real mummy ashes. You came to him because you wanted him to help you pay attention to something at his occult gathering.
Come on, TD, the mummy ashes sold in these stores are not real!”
Do you want less? Did they dig up the family tomb of a small noble in the Lowland Kingdom? Or, carefully find some dead bodies or living people to make on-site? Bai Qingning had a few chats with the boss of "Lowland Secret Medicine"
Before knowing that the other party's name was "Saliente Empaia", he left the store on the pretext that he needed to think about it.
"Park Ching Ning Specialized Court" "5 Koppets and 1 Cup."
When passing through the square inside the "Eternal Sun" church, I met several clergymen wearing white robes with gold thread.
Fu Baqing sighed with joy and melancholy: "How much less?"