He was driving a space-time machine, pulling a bunch of people towards the market space.
After the vibration in the tavern disappeared, the golden net retreated, and his tavern appeared in the market.
"arrive!"
The security team members rushed directly to the gate.
After arriving at the market, the door of the tavern was half open and half closed.
Mai Fan set the tavern to be closed for business, and the security personnel came to report at this time: "The commercial street is relatively calm...the business rate of the stores has not reached 10%."
This means that everyone can still prepare for a while.
The team responsible for external exploration went out first.
They have to go around the market to find the entrances for special people from other countries.
Consult the market administrator to obtain access passes for other channels through other methods.
As for the exchange of general currency...
That's what the country should worry about.
After all, what can be obtained by exchanging resources... The country is too embarrassed to take it from the hands of this miserable self-employed person.
Thinking about it this way, Mai Fan felt more at ease.
He sat in the tavern and prepared for tonight's business.
As time went by, this deserted market became popular again.
Seeing this, Mai Fan changed the settings and his tavern was now open for business.
Tonight is different from usual, it feels inexplicably lively.
As an absolutely safe tavern owner, Mai Fan squatted by the door of the tavern and chatted with the operator next to him while there were no customers.
This is a new boss who is even more impressive than him, Mai Fan.
He came to the market with a feather decoration on his head, a special kind of tobacco, animal and plant specimens, strange ores, and mysterious symbols.
Judging from what the other party meant, he came from an ancient Indian tribe.
The traces of those so-called Western gunfight series on him have long since disappeared.
He is like a minority of people in a specially designated tourist resort in South America. He has inherited his own culture, his own history, and the mysterious and rare myths that are about to become extinct seriously and devoutly.
The other party said that he was a researcher of symbols and a practitioner of mysticism, and that his family used to be the priests of the tribe.
Now, he is responsible for performing for tourists during the day.
At night, he observes the stars, listens to the flora and fauna and the sounds of the Gobi Desert, and feels the feedback from nature.
He is a true natural psychic.
To Mai Fan's ears, it sounded a bit like a wilderness druid.
But this man with brown-red skin feels that this singleness cannot describe his own complexity.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Shamanism is more useful than you think."
"For example, observing tomorrow's weather, observing the migration of animals, and observing the growth of plants can predict this year's harvest and hunting results..."
Mai Fan listened quietly and nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I don't know if you know, but there is now a column called weather forecast... China has a special column for agricultural product recommendations..."
The shaman named Lisbon continued as if he hadn't heard anything at all: "We shamans can also call for wind and rain, pray for blessings, and offer sacrifices, which has laid a good foundation for our tribe's harvest next year."
Mai Fan received another message: "Have you ever seen the process of artificial rainfall and high-yielding grain varieties that can resist natural disasters? Our country seems to have developed them."
"As for the development of tribes and the harvest of agricultural products, in addition to the weather, it seems to have a greater relationship with water sources, soil, seeds and planting methods..."
Lisbon: "Are you done yet? Are you done yet! You impolite boy..."
Mai Fan smiled: "I said, old man, don't worry about him. Just say, come to this market, or you can be invited to enter here, or even have... such a big
It’s a tent camp reason.”
Yes, Mai Fan's new neighbor is next to his tavern.
In terms of floor space, the areas assigned to the two people are exactly the same.
It’s hard to say whether Mai Fan can be expanded with upgrades.
But a seemingly harmless old man like Lisbon was able to get the same territory as his tavern in the initial stage...
If he didn't have some real ability, he wouldn't believe it.
It's just that the old man has been chatting with him for so long, but he hasn't said anything useful at all.
Now that Mai Fan is deliberately flirting with her like this...
Lisbon was really excited.
He lowered his head and smiled arrogantly. When he raised his head again, there was a shadow on his face.
From the simple and kind old man just now, he suddenly turned into an evil wizard.
"Boy, have you ever heard of the Indian Curse?"
Mai Fan's face turned pale, and he unconsciously walked towards the tavern.
You know, even though he didn't do much research on the history there, he still heard some rumors and mysterious legends.
"So...the shop you run...will take over this?"
"Old Mr. Lisbon...you Gada people will never curse others without paying the price, right?"
"Usually this kind of secret technique is not so easy to implement, right?"
"If you don't need anything...how much does your curse cost?"
"Also, if you want the curse to be successful, you must add some necessary conditions, right?"
"For example, something about the cursed person... Since we are already friends and neighbors, you can tell me a little bit about it... Of course I'm not asking about your trump cards or what secrets I want to pry into...
"
"I don't even dare to think about that kind of idea. I just think that if a mysterious, ancient, powerful and difficult profession like yours comes out... then the world will be in chaos in the future."
"At least I know this knowledge, so that I won't be tricked in the future and don't even know why."
"Also, Mr. Lisbon, can we discuss it first and sign a mutual aid agreement or something."
"Just think that friends should not hurt each other."
"If anyone wants to harm me, can you at least give me some air first?"
Mai Fan looked pitiful and helpless, but Lisbon laughed angrily.
He put away the gloominess on his face, and it was amazing. He immediately turned into the old performer in the tourist attraction.
"Let's talk about this matter slowly. Young man, you know you're afraid, right?"
It's okay if you know you're afraid, otherwise you'll disrespect the elderly by being so coquettish.