Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 477
"Hey, hey... this is..." The guard with the musket in his hand recovered after a while. "What's the meaning?"

This is a young man, judging by his appearance alone, he is on the same level as Zhang Cheng, so he looks like a newcomer at first sight.

"What do you mean!" The companion on the side came over. "Do you need to ask? They gave you the musket."

This is a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a ruffian smile on his face.

"Ah? Give it to me?" The young man was surprised. "I just……"

"Ha, he looks like a rich man, this musket may sell for a lot of money." The companion's eyes were full of envy.According to the customary practice, in this case the gun belongs to the companion. "A rich man..." He looked at Zhang Cheng's back that was getting further and further away. "It's a good opportunity to say! Hey, take a look for me!"

"Where are you going? This is our duty time!"

"Fool, there won't be any accidents in such a small corner of Lulian City, you are enough! Within 10 minutes, the replacement will come, and it's nothing if I leave now!" The grumpy-faced guard tightened his belt as he walked, bringing his saber closer.

"Interesting... Big fat sheep... It's been a long time since I met a big fat sheep!" He said softly, and at the same time quickened his pace.

After Zhang Cheng entered the city, he finally saw the long-awaited commercial store.

When Zhang Cheng came to Nomudan Castle before, what he encountered was a messy village that had been destroyed by the war.So he has no chance to take advantage of his career as a "planetary merchant".Now he's getting the chance.

Now he already knew that there was no household registration system in this place, which meant that his initial worries were unnecessary.

Various shops in the city are operating normally at this time.Zhang Cheng spent a little time observing, and soon became convinced that the world also used gold and silver.However, people in this world do not use it directly, but use the minted precious metal currency.

This point is also mentioned in the book of records.Although Zhang Cheng's predecessor has experienced many worlds and visited countless countries, gold and silver can still occupy the position of general equivalents in most places.

It can only be speculated that there are not many such things in every world-if you consider the periodic table of elements, it seems that this is also normal.After all, when the lord of the plane created things, he didn't like to make too many heavy metals such as gold.

A city with this level of technology... relatively primitive financial institutions have emerged.For example, a pawn shop or something like that.Zhang Cheng quickly found a pawn shop, and used a disposable lighter with a metal casing, which was the cheapest on earth, to pretend to be a magic item, and exchanged for twenty gold coins.

As far as business is concerned, it is simply cheating, but it is very common for plane merchants.Things that are ordinary in one world or even thrown into the trash can in another world may become unparalleled treasures in the world.

Incidentally, both parties to the transaction are very happy with the deal.The witty buyer left half of the nasty questions unasked.

Then he bought a set of clean and beautiful local clothes at a clothes shop not far from the pawn shop.

His original set of clothes has been severely worn out in the past few days, after all, it was originally taken from the dead.Zhang Cheng is not a very clean person, but he also knows that wearing this kind of clothes is not suitable for going out in the city.You can't do anything about mixing in the refugee team. Now that you've entered the city, there's no need to keep it.

Now he knows that there is no such troublesome thing as checking the household registration in this world.

The next thing is to find a passable hotel, and the first thing after entering is to ask for a bucket of bath water to wash myself.This magical world does not have a large-scale black death like the earth, and there will be no stupid beliefs such as "dirt will protect the body".Taking a bath is a very normal thing.

This plan was almost realized without disease or disaster - if he hadn't entered a small alley because he was not familiar with the road.

In other words, this kind of thing is more inevitable for strangers who are newcomers.Because under this kind of social productivity, urban construction planning is absolutely a mess—in this era, let alone a professional planning department, the concept of "planning" may not even exist in the minds of officials.That's why this kind of phenomenon appeared: walking all the way ahead, all you can see are spacious roads, streets on both sides, and many pedestrians.Then I walked and found that the front turned into an increasingly narrow alley.The alleys were lined with rubbish, the walls were stained, and the air stank of vomit.

Even Xiao Huihui around her showed a tendency to try to speed up her pace.

But looking at the narrowing of the front, Zhang Cheng no longer intends to move forward.He wanted to find a decent hotel to take a shower, eat and sleep, so he could recharge his energy first.I can tell by looking at it that there won't be such a high-end hotel in this kind of small alley.

But when he turned his head, Zhang Chengcai realized that someone was blocking his way.

Somewhat familiar attire——After a few seconds, Zhang Cheng realized that this person was dressed exactly like the guards on duty at the gate of the city.But Zhang Cheng didn't pay attention to the looks of the two guards at the time, he just remembered that the one who came up to stop him was a young man, while the one with a malicious face was a middle-aged man.

Wearing simple leather armor, holding a long sword in his waist.

Zhang Cheng also has a long sword on his body, which is the sword given to him by Captain Alexei.It's not very handy... In fact, it's just hanging on the body, Zhang Cheng didn't plan to use it.

He has a lot to defend himself with besides the sword.Among other things, although there is no Huchen by his side at the moment, there is also Xiao Huihui.

But Xiao Huihui was very inconspicuous. Although she stood in front of Zhang Cheng, she was actually ignored by the other party.The other party's eyes were not on the gray and black little fat dog at all, but stared at Zhang Cheng who was behind Xiao Huihui.

"Sure enough, he is a rich man..." The other party looked at the clothes Zhang Cheng had just bought...Under such productivity conditions, clothes are actually quite valuable property.Being able to buy a set of clothes in such a short time after entering the city is in itself the best proof of financial resources.

Of course, this kind of old hat with money but no self-defense ability is the best prey.

"Hey, hand over the money!" While Zhang Cheng was still looking up and down, the other party had already drawn his sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Zhang Cheng from afar.His arm trembled slightly, the long sword brought a gorgeous sword light in the air, and the blade was making a clear whistle.

Even an ignorant layman can understand that this sword technique is extremely delicate.He himself has this self-confidence: Unless he is a strong person who has stepped into the hero field, he is no match for him.The same was true of the layman with the musket.Oh, if the fellow had a musket, he was nothing.But didn't he stuff the musket to someone else?Now this guy is a fat sheep without the ability to defend himself.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the part-time gangster discovered that there was no fear in the opponent's eyes.Not only is there no fear, but also a strong sense of impatience.

Generally speaking, this is the response of the strong to the attack of the weak—perhaps it should not be called attack, but "harassment".Of course, this strength is only one-sided.

"Why do you?" Zhang Cheng asked.He was a little impatient just now, but now he found that there was only one person in the other party.

Is it so unprofessional to be a robber in this world?Came here to rob by himself?Among other things, I have a sword on me anyway.Under the premise that the two sides have not fought each other and do not know the details of each other, is it really appropriate to rob so carelessly?

You need to find a few helpers anyway.

"Don't try to put on airs!" The part-time robber laughed. "Do you know my uncle Kuruk's name?"

"I've never heard of it." Zhang Cheng said.It is said that he has just changed his clothes now, and the new clothes make his whole body uncomfortable-this situation is very common.In addition, Zhang Cheng did not take a bath for a long time, and slept so many nights in the wild.In short, now I really want to find a place to take a shower before eating something, and have a good rest for a night before thinking about other things.At this time, I really can't find the energy to figure out this problem.Anyway, he was just a robber who wanted money.

"Haven't heard of it? Then I'll teach you..." The man who called himself Kuruk said, but no matter what he wanted to say, it was too late.Because Zhang Cheng flipped his hand, and a pistol appeared in his hand.The pistol was also fitted with a silencer.

Now Zhang Cheng would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Bang bang bangs are not very loud gunshots.Everything calmed down.

Zhang Cheng left the alley with Xiao Huihui, and his figure quickly disappeared into the street crowd.

About half an hour later, a few listless and ragged tramps came to the alley.A few minutes later, they came out of the alley with surprised expressions.Holding all kinds of things in his hands, including clothes, long swords, scabbards, and other messy sundries.Several homeless men divided up the things they had snatched, and went their separate ways.

When it was dark, several people dressed as city defense soldiers came here led by a man in a dark red cloak.

There was no concept of street lights in this era, and the soldiers held up torches in their hands for lighting.When you're on the street, you're also aided by the light that streams from the windows of buildings along the road, so torches will suffice.For this alley, the light of the torch is a bit too small.The man in the cloak was very dissatisfied with the brightness of the light, and pointed towards the air casually. A light ball emitting white light, whose brightness was roughly equal to that of an incandescent light bulb on Earth, appeared above their heads, illuminating the surroundings.

No need to ask, this one is obviously a magician.

Under the illumination of the light ball, everyone had no difficulty seeing the naked corpse on the ground - of course it had been stripped to the point where there was not even a pair of underwear left.Not only the clothes, but even the flesh and blood of the body were eaten away by the rats.The rats in this ghost place are so bold and scary.

"Is it him?" asked the magician.

A soldier leaned forward and looked at it carefully for a few minutes. "It's him, Kuruk, a member of the Fourth Brigade of the City Defense Team, nicknamed 'Swordsman', who claims to be the number one swordsman in Lulian City."

"Number one master?" Even a magician scoffed.

"Of course it's below the hero rank." The soldier explained. "A person at the hero level cannot be a soldier no matter what." At least one captain and deputy captain cannot escape.

"Killed? There are footsteps around, but I think he should be killed easily."

"Some kind of...weapon, like a musket?" said the soldier. "There are blood holes running through the body, which should be projectiles or magic, not swords. This Kuruk has very high sword skills, and he is one of the few people who have the hope of stepping into the realm of heroes."

"Okay, now that we have found the missing person, the matter is over." The magician was not very interested in this matter.

"Lord Gellert," said the soldier. "It is to ask you to solve this problem."

"I've already solved this problem." The magician pointed to the corpse in front of him. "It has been found. The count lost a soldier, so he needs to be found. And you see, he is in front of me now. He met the robbers, killed and stripped."

"But I'm afraid the Earl won't think so." The soldier replied.

"Are you threatening me?" The magician waved his hand, and an invisible force pinched the soldier's throat.The strength is not great, not enough to crush the throat, but it can still make the soldiers breathless and turn blue.

It took a few seconds for the spell to end, and the soldier lay on the ground, ignoring the stench around him, and began to pant violently.

"My lord," but he remained faithful to his duty. "I want to find the murderer."

"..." The magician was silent, but his impatience was clearly displayed on his face.This kind of nonsense is laborious and useless, and he doesn't want to continue wasting time.

"Earl Gellert has always been tolerant of your series of actions in the city. Including your opening a black market, including your meddling in those brothels and gambling houses that should not have been involved... His actions are the key to hope Sometimes, especially when he asks you, he will get a quick answer," said the soldier. "Master Worm, you won't let him down, will you?"

"What a good dog!" said the magician called Worm for a long time.

He stretched out his hand, before the ball of light went out, and a flame rose in his hand, reflecting the shadows of everyone on the wall of the alley.Suddenly, however, the shadow twisted and began to move.The shadows of everyone on the wall have turned into the shadows of others who don't know who they are, and they can tell what they are doing just by their actions.

They were stripping clothing and equipment from the bodies on the ground.

Several soldiers looked at the magician beside them with shocked expressions, they knew that this was the effect of the magician using magic.But this was only short-lived, and they quickly turned their attention to the shadow puppet-like picture on the wall.

"They were murderers? No, no...they were... thieves."

Shadows change quickly.Before long, the shadow took on the same shape again.Everyone recognized it this time, it was Kuruk.They saw him draw his sword, flaunt it, and get knocked down.

"What is this?" one of the soldiers asked in confusion.

"Muskets," replied one of his companions. "That idiot probably doesn't know this kind of short-handled musket."

After all, muskets have just been born in this world, and variants of various models are readily available.Just like the earth, they have to go through the test of big waves to wash away the chaff and save the chaff, leaving a truly useful model.

(End of this chapter)