Game of Destiny: This player is different

Three days later, at the gate of Lecaster City.

At this time, there were only two days left before the first stage of the mission.

I don’t know if a large number of players are entering or a major event is about to be held in the city.

The crowds are bustling and flowing.

Before entering, the noisy atmosphere has already hit us.

With Sif, a genuine clergyman, there was no trouble in the entrance inspection, and the guards were even quite respectful.

It makes people feel that

the Kingdom of Farnia is not as Kali said,

but a religious country with theocracy as the main and royal power as the auxiliary.

"There are so many foreigners entering the city recently."

"Indeed, dozens of them came in a few days ago, and they were dwarves who hadn't been in contact for a long time."

"Don't mention them,

These little guys are drunk and making trouble all day long, and they are very strong.

I met a drunk dwarf on patrol last night,

Without saying a word, he came up and punched me twice.

Look, the armor is deflated."

When the carriage passed the inspection and slowly drove inward,

Qin Nuo heard the whispers of the guards guarding the city behind.

Dwarves, dozens of them?

If they are all players, the scale of this mission is a bit large.

You should know that the Earth system has only held a large-scale group battle so far,

and it was the Shadow Alliance who took the initiative to provoke trouble.

"Mr. Dart Man,

Next I have to report to the cathedral.

So we will separate at the intersection ahead."

Inside the canopy,

Sif lifted the curtain and took a look, and said apologetically.

After a few days of getting along,

not only did the priestess become more familiar with Qin Nuo,

but the two mercenaries who accompanied him also fell under the attack of various childhood snacks.

On the left, he called him Brother Dart, and on the right, he called him Mr. Dart Man,

so friendly.

For no other reason, he just wanted to eat more spicy strips.

Don't underestimate this kind of snack that costs only a few cents a pack,

even the black Africans praised it, not to mention the natives who lived in the era of Central Europe.

"As long as you live long enough, you will meet again by chance."

Qin Nuo smiled heartily,

like Doraemon, he took out fifteen packs of Little Slippery Heads from his pocket,

and stuffed them into the hands of the three natives as a farewell gift.

When the carriage drove into a fork in the road,

he waved goodbye to Sif and others, and woke up Lao Ba to walk towards the market together.

Why didn't you go to the hotel?

As a businessman, it is normal to investigate the market conditions first.

"My dear friend, why did you give them so many delicious foods?"

Old Eight has a keen nose.

Even when he was asleep, he could smell the faint smell of chili oil.

But he didn't point it out on the spot, but waited until he left the carriage to bring it up.

"Giving roses to others leaves a lingering fragrance on your hands.

A casual act may have an unexpected effect.

Besides, those things only add up to 5 yuan, so I won't feel bad if I lose them."

Qin Nuo put his hands behind his back and walked with his head held high, looking very rich.

This is not pretense.

He not only has 470 silver coins in his pocket, but also a lot of seasonings that have not been sold.

If all of them are sold at the price of 50 gold coins per bag of 500 grams of chicken essence,

the accumulated amount is not enough for ordinary people to save for a lifetime without eating or drinking.

Following the road signs to arrive at the market,

Qin Nuo found that it was not much different from the rural market scene.

Vegetables, fruits, chickens, ducks, poultry, clothing,

Many materials that are not common in Moxie Town are sold here.

Continue to go deeper,

The two players found that the market is connected to a unique area.

In front of the dark gate,

Several sturdy guards stood on the left and right, looking quite oppressive.

There was another sign next to it, with many rules and regulations written in the local language.

Fortunately, the simultaneous translation function of this script world system is not limited to oral communication, but also effective for written language.

Qin Nuo stopped and browsed for a few seconds, and basically figured out what was ahead.

[Trading Area],

Lecaster is a place specializing in the sale of magic tools, rare materials and weapons and equipment.

Anyone entering and leaving must show proof to the guards,

Sellers must have relevant stall approval reports,

Shoppers must show their financial resources, with a minimum amount of 400 silver coins.

These measures are mainly to reduce the pressure of people wandering around without buying anything,

and the frequency of theft and robbery.

Although it is a bit strange, considering the current world view...it is normal.

"Please show your wallet."

Qin Nuo and Lao Ba just stepped closer,

a guard holding a spear and a whip hanging on his waist stood in front of them with a muffled voice.

He showed his bulging money bag,

then the other party slowly made way and gestured coldly to go in.

Even if there are higher entry review rules,

When the two players passed throughAfter a long black passage,

the ears were still filled with shouting, hawking, and bargaining.

Looking around,

the whole market was presented in front of us in the form of a street,

people of all kinds were shoulder to shoulder, browsing and choosing in front of different stalls.

"Oh?"

Qin Nuo exclaimed softly,

and found that the spiritual energy here was much richer than outside.

It's not that there are large ritual arrays set up here, or the Heavenly King Lotus is openly displayed,

but some vendors and customers did not hide their breath, and released their own breath openly.

It's normal to think about it,

the priestess of a small port town will use a few magic skills, let alone a big city with a mixture of good and bad people.

"My dear friend, look over there."

Old Eight pointed somewhere and said, "Many children are tied up."

Qin Nuo looked in the direction of his finger,

and saw a corner not far from the exit,

squatting many thinly dressed, barefoot... slaves?

Yes,

The sign in front of them did state their identities,

a group of slaves who are very familiar with the market and can provide guide services.

The price is very low,

2 silver coins can be hired, just the price of an ordinary meal.

But they all look a little strange,

either their eyes are like the vertical pupils of cats, or their heads have furry ears,

some even have hoof-shaped feet,

In short, they don't look like purebred humans.

Seeing Qin Nuo approaching,

these slaves cast begging eyes, hoping to hire them very much,

the guards standing by waved small whips in the air,

shouted them to be honest and not scare the customers.

"Hello,

This is our first time in Lecaster. I want to ask what's going on with these slaves?"

Qin Nuo asked in a very kind tone.

Don't hit a smiling person. There's no need to show a displeasure all the time.

Of course,

If the other party is unfriendly, then you have to consider changing to physical negotiations.

"A bunch of bastards born by alien races should have been sent to the gallows and executed.

The Pope is kind and let them stay in the city to make a living."

Perhaps because he saw Lao Ba blinking his big eyes and looking a little difficult to mess with,

the guard wisely chose to answer in a normal way.

"Oh, Fu Rui."

"What Fu Rui?"

Qin Nuo ignored the other party and walked around by himself.

He chose a girl with a relatively honest face and horns on her head from among the many mixed-bloods.

Nothing, just felt more familiar.