Xiao Chen was immersed in the meditation world, trying to unlock the second magic light ball inherited by Gregorio. He felt that he was very close, just a little bit away from breaking through the surface of the light ball and going deep into it to analyze the structure of magic. Suddenly, there was a roar in the sky, disrupting his thoughts. He got out of the meditation world a little depressed, only to find that someone was knocking on the door.
When he opened the door, he found Chen Hansheng leaning against the door, smoking a thick and big cigarette. He said unhappily, "Old Chen, are you trying to kill me? I almost went crazy because of you."
"Oh, I forgot about that. You are now a real magician. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Chen Hansheng pretended to clasp his fists. "You seem to be so diligent recently that you even gave up sleeping in."
I have the destiny to fight against the gods and save the world, so how can I still sleep in every day? How ambitious is that? Xiao Chen thought to himself. If he doesn't work harder, he will be sorry for Master Ikasa who has invited him to the Spirit Eye Tower several times to answer his questions and guide his cultivation. He leaned on the door frame with one hand and said, "Time is running out, Lao Chen. What do you want from me?"
Chen Hansheng took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Last night we agreed to go to the market together to see what goods we can get. Have you forgotten?"
"Ah! Look at me. I can't take care of anything else when I'm practicing."
"Then let's go quickly. It's already half an hour late. Miss Luo is about to lose her temper. She has asked about you several times in a row and even asked me to come here to be the bad guy." Chen Hansheng smiled slyly.
"Let's go, hurry up." When Xiao Chen thought of Luo Ling, a pretty face that he couldn't figure out appeared in front of him, and a strange fear crept into his heart. Does he like Luo Ling? It seems so? Does Luo Ling like him? He couldn't make up his mind...
"Are you still worried about something?" asked Lao Chen.
Xiao Chen waved his hand. At this moment, he smelled the peculiar smell of the cigarette Chen Hansheng exhaled, so he changed the subject and said, "Where did you get this cigarette? It looks like a cigar, but it doesn't smell like that."
Chen Hansheng took out another cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen took the cigarette and examined it. This cigarette was dark green, and the core and the cigarette wrapper were rolled twice. The tobacco was very long, but it was not any kind of tobacco Xiao Chen had seen before. The cigarette wrapper felt very delicate and had striped patterns on it. He put it to his nose and sniffed it, then put it to his ear and shook it gently, wondering, "Is this produced locally?"
"I made it. My craftsmanship is good, right?" Chen Hansheng answered proudly.
Chen Hansheng took out a lighter from his pocket and tried to light up Xiao Chen's cigarette, but Xiao Chen returned it to him. "I don't smoke, but my dad is a heavy smoker. I'm used to the smell of cigarettes. This cigarette tastes very mellow and a little sweet. It's good stuff."
"You have good taste. The locals chew this thing called 'sweet and spicy grass' as betel nut. I picked up some at the market that day, roasted it myself, and wrapped it with the leaves of this white-veined tree. I found that it is no worse than cigars. When I was not poor, I liked it very much. But later I fell into selling sesame cakes, and I haven't touched it for a long time." After Chen Hansheng took a nice puff, he exhaled a light smoke ring.
"This thing has business opportunities." Xiao Chen said.
"We are thinking the same thing. I sent some to Baron Goya yesterday. He was very optimistic about it and wanted to buy a large quantity. I plan to buy a batch of raw materials, transport them back to school to improve the formula, and then sell them back to Suero. Today, we will go around and see if there is anything we can buy and process."
"Old Chen, you can do it!"
When the two walked to the door of the hotel downstairs, Luo Ling, Xi Luo and several other people were already waiting at the door. Luo Ling seemed very calm and even gave Xiao Chen a faint smile, which made Xiao Chen very confused. He looked at Chen Hansheng, who shrugged, as if to say, isn't it better to let you go
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The market outside the city was still bustling. Chen Hansheng divided people into several groups. Xiao Chen and Luo Ling were grouped together, while he took Xi Luo to look at the tobacco raw materials.
When Xiao Chen learned that he would be alone with Luo Ling, he became a little nervous. He asked Chen Hansheng hesitantly whether he and Luo Ling, two translators, should be assigned to different groups, but Chen Hansheng refused without hesitation. What kind of translator is needed for shopping
Xiao Chen, carrying a travel bag on one shoulder, looked around hesitantly, and before he knew it, everyone else had left in groups. Luo Ling just stared at him silently, as if waiting for him to start a conversation.
Xiao Chen scratched his head and suddenly felt ridiculous.
Luo Ling was dressed up today. She got a local style blue-purple headscarf from somewhere, tied her hair behind her ears, and hung a pair of lapis lazuli pendants on her ears. Although she was still wearing a robe, she had modified some small parts with belts, ornaments and pins to show her graceful curves. Although it was not much different from usual, the brilliance it exuded was completely different, just like those glass bottles were polished by themselves.
Xiao Chen looked at Luo Ling, and Luo Ling also looked at him. That look made Xiao Chen's heart move, and he blurted out: "Miss Luo, are you going to be on the show today?"
"Don't you know that beautiful women go shopping not only to see people, see the scenery, and buy things, but also to be admired by others?" Luo Ling's chin was slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth were also raised, as if she thought Xiao Chen's reckless words were very funny.
"Be careful not to attract perverts. Your appearance today is enough to cause a murder." Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing. He really liked Luo Ling's smug look, which would make his mood brighten unconsciously. "There are all kinds of people here. What if a bandit comes to rob the wife of the leader? What should we do then?"
"Pervert?" Luo Ling clenched her fists, looking like who dares to mess with me. "Coward, look at you, I'll protect you. Don't just stand there, follow me!"
Xiao Chen was stunned. Wasn't this script supposed to be about me swearing to be the flower protector? How did it get reversed? Hey, Luo Ling is indeed Luo Ling.
Some things, some barriers, come and go quickly. When Xiao Chen was teased by Luo Ling and walked with her on the streets of Suero, time seemed to have gone back to the days when they supported each other and explored secrets.
Xiao Chen touched the ring on his hand. He wanted to return it to Luo Ling. After all, the inheritance was already in his hands, and the "spiritual whip" that came with the ring could also provide Luo Ling with some protection. He stopped Luo Ling, took the ring off his hand, and said, "This ring, I want..."
Luo Ling held his hand, shook her head and said, "I just want to go out for a good stroll today. Aren't you tired?"
"Why? What happened that day is in the past. I just wanted to protect you..." Xiao Chen said anxiously.
Luo Ling put her finger in front of her lips, made a gesture to keep quiet, and then walked forward on her own.
Xiao Chen went to chase her, but heard her indifferent voice: "Since you know it's over, just let it go... I can protect myself."
Xiao Chen wanted to stop her, but she dodged him lightly. She swayed like a butterfly to a small stall, turned around and smiled at Xiao Chen, "Hey, you with the backpack, there's a nice shawl here. I want it. Put it on for me!"
Xiao Chen put the ring back on his finger, hit his forehead with his fist, sighed, and followed.
The streets here were a bit shabby and dirty, with crooked stalls, bumpy streets, foul smells, beggars and pickpockets everywhere, and some children in rags running around, all of which made the two urbanites from modern society somewhat uncomfortable. However, they still felt a vibrant breath of life, as if they had traveled through time and were traveling in a small town in an underdeveloped country. All kinds of strange things that they had seen and had not seen were sold in the shops and stalls on both sides of the street.
Not only did Luo Ling buy a lot of accessories and fabrics while wandering around, Xiao Chen also bought several raw material samples that he thought were very valuable: the silk from the Elf Forest, which was very soft and tough, was a good thing for making high-end clothing; the copper ore from the eastern part of Black Mountain, which was cheap and of high quality, and the industrial team would definitely be willing to purchase in large quantities; a plant seed that tasted similar to tea, which the locals used to make incense, but after chewing it, Xiao Chen judged based on his many years of experience in drinking tea that it would be a good tea. There was also a merchant who could supply good quality sulfur, which was a treasure that the technology team had been looking for for a long time.
After just one morning of shopping, Xiao Chen's travel bag was almost full.
Luo Ling, who was walking in front, stopped at the door of a shop, so Xiao Chen had to hurry up and catch up. However, when he arrived at the door, he heard the sound of metal being knocked on from inside the house, and when Xiao Chen looked at the sign, he realized that it was a blacksmith shop.
"Why are you interested in these?" Xiao Chen followed Luo Ling into the house and found that it was a large shop. There were many iron products in the room at the entrance, including farm tools, kitchen utensils, and quite a few weapons and armors. It seemed that the owner's business scope was quite broad.
Luo Ling rolled her eyes at him. "Don't think I only know how to go shopping for clothes. This shop is the largest blacksmith shop I've visited. I'm sure the items they produce are very representative. It will allow us to take a good look at the level of metallurgy in this world."
Xiao Chen picked up a long sword from the shop, flicked it lightly, and knocked on a breastplate next to it. He shook his head and said, "It's far from good enough. This long sword is not tough enough and its hardness is too low. The breastplate is just a thin shell wrapped in iron sheets. It will be pierced with a single poke."
"Isn't that an opportunity for school?"
"Yes, the guys in the industrial group want to make stamped steel armor, which is definitely much stronger than this. The only problem now is that they can't make steel." Xiao Chen curled his lips, put the sword back on the shelf, and prepared to leave.
At this time, a deep female voice sounded at the door: "Strangers, do you look down on the Farrell family's craftsmanship?"
Xiao Chen looked back and saw a female warrior in military uniform walking in from the door. The female warrior was very tall, about 27 or 28 years old, with short dark brown hair and sharp dark gray eyes. Her nose was too high and her chin was too wide, but because of this, she gave people a calm and powerful feeling. She was wearing a suit of scale armor. Although there were some scars and stains on it, it was much better than the ones on the shelf in terms of its fineness. She had a two-handed sword on her back, which looked murderous and must be a fine product.