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Chapter 572 Harley's Wonderland on Earth

"What talent do you awaken?" Granny Yajia stared at the two men who crawled ashore dripping with blood, her eyes flickering.

"I—" Clark was excited and wanted to answer, but Harry held him back and said calmly, "I didn't get anything, keep going!"

Blood Sea is the first story of "Book of Wonderland". Before it, there is only the Fairy Town in the "Prologue".

More than half of the Fairyland civilian goblins and fairies live in the goblin market town.

Fairy Market Town and Blood Sea are separated by a layer of cloudy sky.

Harley and Clark took bloody footprints step by step, stepping on the white clouds to the outskirts of the market town.

Only then did the sea of ​​blood that looked like red ink on the two of them disappear completely.

Goblins, elves, and fairies all look alike, with pointed ears, cone-shaped faces, and long, thin limbs.

However, the goblin is relatively short, with a long tail behind the fart drum, and the fairy is slender, with one or two pairs of cicada-like wings on the shoulders.

Fairies dress up in a variety of ways.

Some wore tattered shorts and vests, with bare feet and legs, some dressed like medieval peasants, some were gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, and some were warriors with daggers on their waists and a cloak behind their backs.
The fairy clothes are relatively uniform, and they all wear robes that are not conducive to flying, but they are ethereal, very beautiful, and can enhance the temperament during the flight.

The market is composed of carts, stalls and shops, and occupies a small area, just a "pedestrian street" built around the square.

There are about 4000 vendors, customers, and residents in total, and it is very lively crowded together.

In addition to fairies and goblins, there are also animal-shaped spirits and wizards from the outside world.

The shops and stalls are full of goods.

There were so many kinds that Harry and Clark were dizzy.

Even a small stall with the size of a computer desk contains hundreds of items.

All handmade, no duplicates at all.

Harley was attracted by a full-length mirror. A bald middle-aged goblin kept throwing strange creatures into the mirror. A mermaid, a squirrel man, and a human girl in shackles. Then these people appeared behind the mirror statue.

"Hey, boy, it's you, what do you want, come closer and have a look."

An elderly female elf yelled at Clark, who was poking around.

"No thanks, I have no money."

Clark glanced at the amethyst-like grapes on the stall, swallowed, and waved his hand to refuse.

"Pay with your fingers if you don't have any money. Anyway, you have ten. It's no big deal if you lose one or two." The old goblin smiled mysteriously, covered the grape frame with a piece of cloth, and opened it again. The basket of fruit was almost transparent. Ya pears were substituted.

After covering it like this, and then opening it, the old goblin showed Clark seven or eight kinds of fruits.

"Give me a finger, and I'll give you a basket of fruit."

Clark shook his head with a vigilant expression.

"Don't want to eat fruit?" The old goblin covered and lifted the cloth again, and all kinds of strange things appeared in turn.

Gem-encrusted daggers, golden cross-swords, ruby ​​watermelons, emerald ponies, music boxes where real villains dance.
"If these are not satisfactory, you can make a wish yourself, any wish is fine."

"My fingers are all useful," Clark said.

"Then the toes, two toes for one finger."

"I need to walk on my toes." Clark refused again.

"Then half a year's life will be enough, right? You are still young, and your lifespan is as long as the white hair on my head."

"I'm really not hungry. I don't eat fruit."

Clark's stomach growled, but he shook his head firmly.

"Young man, didn't I make it clear? It's not just fruit, I can satisfy any of your wishes. If you are really afraid of death, I think your voice is mellow and powerful, why don't you give me your voice?"

Clark's expression was a little frightened, this is an evil old witch!
"Hey, give me the color of your eyes, this is the lowest price." The old woman sighed, but her eyes were fixed on Clark and did not move away.

Clark waved his hand, "I don't have any wishes."

"Forget it." The old woman stood up tremblingly, shook the blue flower cloth, and exchanged the strange things on the stall for fruits again.

"—" Without a sound, a small silver bracelet inlaid with more than ten kinds of gorgeous gemstones fell from the old woman, landed on the muddy floor and rolled forward, rolled out of the table, rolled into the street, and just got into Clark's cloak ——The long cloak that changes color cloud yarn.

The old woman didn't notice it, and after turning the stall into a basket of red apples, she sat back and closed her eyes to take a nap.

"Hey, old lady, your bracelet fell off."

Clark picked up the bracelet immediately and handed it back.

"Oh, it's really my bracelet, young man, you have a sincere good heart."

The old woman was happy and grateful, and took out a bright red apple from the basket, "Honey, this is a small gift for you, thank you."

"You're welcome." Clark declined.

"You look down on me? Do you think I'm just an old goblin selling fruit?" The old woman maintained the posture of handing the apple, her eyes hurt.

"No, I—" Clark could only take the apple.

The next second, a circle of white smoke rose from under him, and the smoke cleared, and a three-meter-tall bull with smooth fur and bulging muscles appeared on the spot.

The strong bull's eyes are sky blue, flickering with confusion and fear, "Moo Moo—"

"Hahaha, what a strong cow, I don't need to pull the cart myself from now on!"

The old woman clapped her hands and smiled.

The goblins around were not surprised, they didn't make a fuss, they just pointed around the strong cow.

"What's going on here? Why did my companion turn into a cow?" Harry ran over and asked loudly.

In fact, she had already noticed the movement here, but the old woman was evil, and Clark was also very vigilant.

It never occurred to me that just an apple can turn a person into a cow.

Clark hasn't eaten the apple yet.

Pointing to the red apple in the cow's mouth, the old woman proudly said: "Everything has a price. If you accept my gift, you have to repay one of my wishes."

Harley touched the beef ribs and felt them carefully. Probably with just one thought, he could use God's force field to expel the old woman's third-rate transfiguration.

She is relieved.

"He returned your bracelet, and the apple is the reward." She said.

The white-haired old goblin shook the bracelet, and the dots of magical light dissipated from the bracelet, turning into a circle of straw rope.

"This is the garbage I threw away, not the bracelet." The old goblin laughed, "You throw a piece of fruit peel at random, I will pick it up and return it to you, can you say you are helping me?

My apple is nothing ordinary.

It comes from the fairy queen's apple orchard. Eating it can not only prolong your life, but also experience 36 feelings of first love.

The value of the straw rope deducted by Apple is my gift to him. "

"This kind of fairy dance, you still have the face to say it in public, isn't it illegal in fairyland?" Harry looked around, and the surrounding fairies looked disapproving.

"Old Kama makes money with his wisdom, what kind of law is he breaking? Foreign human mages are really ignorant." The old goblin who was also selling fruit next to him sneered.

"That's right, I don't even know the rules of goblins, yet I dare to come to Wonderland."

"He's a country bumpkin, a jackass."

In the crowd of onlookers nearby, I couldn't find a righteous man who spoke out, so Harley stared at Granny Yajia who was giggling, "You just watched Mundo being deceived from the sidelines?"

"Hey hey, this is the goblin market, what can you do to me?" Granny Yajia sneered and retreated step by step into the crowd.

"We signed a contract." Harry said.

"Hahaha, you have to read what is written in the contract." Granny Yajia proudly said.

Harry took out the wooden board from under the cloak. The text on it was blurred for a while, and then clear again, from the regular English she wrote, to distorted and scrawled elf writing.

Even if you can't read the fairy characters, you can understand them by staring at them.

——Grandma Yajia doesn’t have to be responsible for all her actions, you idiot, hahahaha.
Just this sentence.

"I've never seen such a stupid person write a contract with my magic wood." Granny Yajia exhaled and raised her eyebrows, venting her oppressed and threatened depression to the elves around her.

"Whatever she writes on the board, when I touch it, the true contract is etched beneath the surface, and she knows nothing.

It's a pity that the old lady Kama was a villain, she took the first step, and didn't let me realize my real plan. "

The goblins around laughed, "Human beings are just stupid."

"What big plans do you have?" Harry asked lightly.

Granny Yajia looked around and saw a little goblin pushing a wheelbarrow outside, her eyes lit up, and she yelled, "Snaut, where did you go?"

The goblin with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks complained: "Of course it's at the entrance of the market, where there are the most foreigners, and it's the best place to cheat.

It takes one mile from the intersection to this square, how hard is it to walk with a cart? "

"By the way, where are the two fat sheep you mentioned?"

Granny Yajia pointed at Harley and the Clark bull, "I was taken a step ahead!"

"What a strong cow, he must be very strong, he is an extremely powerful warrior!" Snort exclaimed.

"What a pity, what a pity! If I had come earlier, he would have been mine." He stamped his foot and lamented.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked indifferently.

"There are many ways," Granny Yajia said with a smile, "For example, I gave you Swaut's jewelry and utensils, and then he yelled 'stop thief,' and asked the market guards to arrest you."

"Can it still be like this?" Harry looked around, "Where are the market guards?"

A middle-aged elf wearing a tuxedo, small glasses, and an owl-like hairstyle came over, bowed to her, and said: "This market is Lord Glory of the first ring. Hell came out two days ago." It's a big deal, my lord has gone back to deal with housework."

Mother Fake, the manager turned out to be a devil, is this still asking for justice?
Harry sighed secretly, and asked, "Isn't it against the law for the thief Swallow to call for a thief?"

The goblin in a tuxedo puts it mildly: "Snoot used to sneak his jewels on travelers and yell 'stop thief.

The entrapped traveler either takes out the most valuable treasure on his body as a price, asks me to redeem him, or becomes his personal servant for 70 years. "

Seeing that Harley didn't intend to pay for the ransom, his expression became colder, and he continued: "This kind of behavior is strictly prohibited in the market.

But to punish Swart, the traveler must first prove that he was framed.

Better to catch him on the spot when he sets things up.

Miss Witch, what questions do you have now? "

Harley pointed to Karma who was selling fruit, "Is her behavior not illegal?"

"Magic tricks are in the nature of goblins, and every outsider should know the rules of fairyland in advance.

Just like human beings have human customs, goblins go to the human world and have to disguise themselves as human beings from appearance to behavior and thinking. "The tuxedo is still polite, but with obvious arrogance on his face.

"In a nutshell, Fairyland allows forced buying and selling through fraudulent means, right?" Harry asked calmly.

The tuxedo raised his eyebrows and corrected: "It's not a scam, it's an artistic skill with a high technical content."

"Hey, I feel like I've missed tens of billions!" Harley sighed, with joy in his tone.

"This is my fairyland on earth. I would have come if I knew that fairyland had such rules."

In the inexplicable eyes of all the goblins, fairies and mages, she opened her mouth and spit out a black cloud.

(End of this chapter)