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Chapter 42 The choice of gifts

 "But I just don't know what to choose, so I came to ask you, Annie."

Hearing Anne's answer, Fiona's small and delicate hands slightly held her forehead, showing a cute and distressed expression.

"The best gift is your kindness, Miss Fiona."

Anne lowered her head slightly, brushed her hanging black hair, and answered Fiona in a gentle voice.

"However, thoughts cannot be directly used as gifts."

The small hands wearing pure white gloves kneaded the lace at the skirt. Fiona stepped up her steps with some dissatisfaction. Her exquisite silver open-toed sandals made a snapping sound on the bluestone pavement.

"Annie, give me some advice."

"Lord Avis must have a lot of ordinary precious things. So, how about choosing some unique and creative things?"

The maid in casual clothes thought for a while and gave a suggestion on the range of gift choices.

She did not want to interfere too much with Fiona's choice, but based on her understanding of her young lady, she knew that if she did not give a positive answer at this time, she would probably be unhappy.

"Well, that makes sense!"

After hearing Anne's suggestion, Fiona's eyes lit up and she determined the range of choices, which made the choice much less difficult.

As they walked, the two of them approached the square on one side of the main street, where there were many stalls of mobile merchants.

Crowds of people gathered here, including many foreigners who had come from afar.

There are professional adventurers who sell Warcraft materials, metal ores, and relic items here, and there are also some country people who go to the city to sell agricultural and sideline products.

Many buyers were haggling fiercely with stall owners, and the scene was very lively.

It was Fiona's first time here, and everything around her seemed extremely novel to the girl.

Spellcasters wearing robes and tall hats, mercenary teams carrying weapons and armor, scimitar-wielding nomadic tribesmen from the hot desert, barbarian warriors from the north, and occasionally rare elves and

Figure of dwarf.

The girl curiously observed the people passing by. She looked at the brown squirrel on a mercenary's shoulder for a while, and then quietly peeked at the pointed ears of a blond female elf.

A wandering middle-aged woman caught Fiona's attention. She was wearing a plaid headscarf common to civilian women, and a long yellow and white coarse cloth skirt. She carried a huge rattan basket on her right arm, which was filled with fresh food.

of seasonal fruits.

At this time, she was diligently selling her products to passers-by in the square.

"Hello, may I ask, what kind of fruit is this?"

Fiona walked up to the peasant woman, pointed to a bunch of light green fruits the size of ping pong balls in the basket, and asked her politely.

"Hello, two beautiful ladies. This is wild rice, an ordinary fruit."

When she saw someone coming to ask, the peasant woman quickly turned her head and answered with a smile on her face. Her eyes seemed to glance at the skirts of the two of them inadvertently.

Although the style is simple, if you look closely at the material, it is not ordinary linen.

The peasant woman guessed that she might have met a potential big customer, and the smile on her face couldn't help but become more eager.

"This is the freshest wild rice fruit in the whole of Kallas. It was picked in the early morning when it was still wet with dew. Look at the green color of the fruit base.

This fruit has a special fragrance and is very refreshing, and it is also very good for protecting the skin..."

The peasant woman enthusiastically introduced to the two of them that she knew how to sell to such customers.

They usually don’t know much about these ordinary fruits, but they pay great attention to their own beauty care. As long as they emphasize its skin-care effect, they can often be generous in giving.

As for the specific effects of this fruit, she doesn't know. But most fruits have some skin care effects, don't they?

"Really? Then have a bunch of these fruits."

Fiona was a little curious and decided to buy a bunch to try.

"How much does it cost?"

The person who asked for the price was Anne. Fiona did not need to bring money when traveling. If she liked something, she only needed to tell her and Anne would pay for it.

"There are thirty-two pieces in this bunch, and each one costs five copper coins. But if you two buy the whole bunch together, you only need one silver coin and twenty copper coins."

The peasant woman quoted a price with a smile on her face.

Anne nodded, the price was reasonable, maybe a little expensive. But today she was traveling with her own lady, and she didn't want to seem fussy.

She took out a small bag full of silver coins from her arms, took out two coins from it and handed them to the peasant woman.

The peasant woman quickly wiped her hands on her linen skirt, happily took the silver coins, dug into her old pocket, and took out a large handful of copper coins.

She counted out the change of eighty copper coins and handed it to Anne, and respectfully handed the bunch of fruits to Fiona.

After selling fruit here for a long time, she also learned some rules. In this situation where one person asks and the other asks the price and pays, the person who asks is usually the real person in charge.

After leaving the peasant woman, Fiona wanted to taste the fruit immediately, but the ladylike education she learned in elementary school reminded her not to eat on the street.

So the girl stopped, turned around and looked around, noticed a relatively quiet alley nearby, and walked over happily.

When the girl was about to enter the alley, three or four nearby men who were looking at the merchandise, chatting, and wandering around suddenly stopped and gathered towards the entrance of the alley as if by accident.

Anne, who was half a step behind Fiona, frowned. There were just a few low-level professionals. She was confident that she could solve them all by herself, but she didn't want to disturb the lady's interest.

She secretly took out a silver-white nameplate and injected a bit of spiritual power into it, and a strange fluctuation suddenly spread out.

Fiona didn't notice this episode. After all, her experience was still shallow. At this time, she just walked into the narrow alley with some excitement.

Because it is located in the Queen's District, the alleys do not appear dirty and cold, but are very neat and tidy.

Direct sunlight is blocked by the eaves, making the environment in the alley look soft and elegant. The gray-white stone walls on both sides are slightly moist, with green moss climbing on them.

On the mottled stone road, some sparse vendors set up stalls here, selling some small homemade handicrafts.

Fiona walked to the wall of the alley and used a neglect spell on herself. This can reduce her sense of existence and make people subconsciously ignore the recipient, but it has no effect on people with strong enough mental power.

After covering it up a bit, the girl picked off a light green fruit with her delicate white-gloved hands, sniffed it gently, and found that there was indeed a pleasant fragrance coming from it, which made her even more curious about its taste.

So, she condensed a small water ball, cleaned the surface of the fruit, and then took a bite.


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