Cyril nodded and thanked Donald again, and then he jumped out of the carriage with a cloth bag.
The road paved with blue-grey floor tiles is not straight, but presents a crescent-like arc.
On both sides of the street are cottages of the same style, made of natural stone.
The off-white walls are decorated with rattan flower baskets, and verdant rattan plants cling to the walls.
The whole street looks old and elegant.
"Hey, boy! Remember to come back here at four o'clock in the afternoon! I'm not waiting for you specially!"
The carriage continued to turn around, and Tangrat put his fat cheeks out of the carriage window and shouted to Cyril.
Cyril waved at him, indicating that he would definitely remember.
He then followed, with eyes full of curiosity, while walking slowly, carefully looking at the various shops on both sides of the street.
There were not many pedestrians on the street at this time.
But Cyril is still like a fluorescent grass mixed into a pile of golden letters.
He passed a well-dressed gentleman.
The man was of medium build, with a black bowler hat on his head and a dark tuxedo with a thin gold chain sticking out of the waistcoat pocket, the other end of which was pinned to the second buttonhole inside.
He held a black cane in the white glove of his right hand, and wore a pair of polished black leather shoes on his feet.
"Countryman!"
Cyril heard the gentleman mutter in dissatisfaction.
He glanced down at his dress, which could only be said to be neat compared to the gentleman's elegant dress.
Cyril shrugged amusingly, and continued to observe the shops on both sides of the street indifferently.
Suddenly, he saw a shop called "Steve's Pharmacy", and the golden sign on the door was particularly eye-catching.
In the shop window is a soft dark purple cushion with a bottle of potion prominently displayed on it.
The potion was as transparent as clear water, and the colored glass bottle containing the potion had embossed intricate patterns on it.
"Squeak—" With a sound, the glass door of the pharmacy store was gently pushed open.
Cyril walked into the shop.
The store's hall is not large, and the two walls are made into small lattices, which are filled with various medicine bottles.
The potion bottles are very clean, crystal clear and translucent, which further sets off the mysterious and unpredictable potions of various colors inside.
Small lattices are stacked from floor to ceiling, and in the middle of the ceiling is an extraordinarily ornate wall lamp connected by off-white pipes.
The orange-yellow fireworks in the wall lamp have an excellent lighting effect, which separates the store into a warm and bright atmosphere that is different from the foggy and gloomy weather outside.
The person behind the counter of the store heard a customer coming, put down the reagent tube in his hand, and then took off the brass goggles that were attached to his eyes.
There was also a shivering white rat in an iron cage on the counter in front of him.
The gray-haired shopkeeper came out from behind the counter, and Cyril keenly noticed that one of his feet was lame, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Welcome! What do you want to buy?"
It seemed that he liked Cyril's natural attitude, and the shopkeeper didn't care about Cyril's dress, and asked in a casual tone.
"Good morning, sir! Excuse me if you need these materials?"
Cyril handed the sack containing the collected plants to the shopkeeper.
"Let me take a look!"
The owner poured out the plants inside and took a careful inventory.
"These 'Golden Letters' are of good quality and fresh. It just so happens that the recent sales of tranquilizers are good."
He glanced at Cyril and continued to count: "'Silver bell flower' is something that I have been out of stock, I just need to use a tube of potion recently; ah! There is also 'red tail grass', but this It's not worth much…”
The owner took some time to count these things, and then said: "Young man, you must have gone to the depths of the foggy moon forest to bring back these good-looking things."
"This, 3 silver coins per plant. This, I can give you 5 silver coins..."
The shop owner reached out and nodded, and he finally concluded: "I can give you a total of 128 silver coins for the things you brought, one price."
Cyril nodded, relieved, at least not having to worry about food anymore.
After confirming that Cyril did not need gold coins, the shopkeeper put 128 silver coins in his bag.
"Maybe you want to buy something more?"
The owner winked at Cyril and smiled, "For example, this, a beauty potion for young girls! This is the best-selling gift for Valentine's Day this year."
Cyril twitched his forehead and shook his head.
He doesn't have any girlfriends.
Of course, neither did the boyfriend.
Just as he was about to say goodbye and walk out of this shop, the little snake in his chest pocket that had been quietly pretending to not exist moved.
Cyril unexpectedly looked at the potion on the cushion in the window closest to him, and seemed to ask casually, "What is this?"
The shop owner laughed twice, perhaps because he was in a good mood after harvesting a lot of materials, and explained: "This is something prepared for the knights, to keep fit, one price, 50 gold coins."
Cyril patted his chest pocket, indicating that the little snake was not something he could afford now.
It was also lunchtime when he walked out of Steve's pharmacy.
Cyril shook the cloth bag containing the silver coins, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard the wonderful sound of "tinkling".
He found a restaurant with a very warm decoration, and there was a bouquet of fresh roses on each small round table.
The restaurant's receptionist warmly recommended many dishes to him.
Cyril spent 5 silver coins to order a bacon toast set, and 1 silver coin to order a single grilled sausage.
He sat on the soft chair and waited.
After a while, the white porcelain plate and the snow-white hand towel were brought up.
The steaming bacon oozes a layer of clear grease that looks very tempting.
The snow-white soft toast was baked to a golden brown and crispy, and the smell of hot burnt aroma was tingling in the nostrils.
There was a golden fried egg lying on top of the toast, and the heart in it was still flowing.
The small container next to it contains white buttercream and dark red maple sauce.
Cyril folded the freshly baked toast in half, wrapped the bacon and fried egg well in the toast slices, and bit off half of it.
The entrance of the toast is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The rich smoky aroma of bacon and the tender taste of fried eggs are intertwined with each other, which is very delicious.
He then picked up the delicate bone china teacup, the body of which was blooming with a delicate rose pattern.
Cyril sipped a sip of the fragrant black tea with milk, feeling that the coldness along the way was dispelled by the warmth of the food.
The grilled sausage also tastes very good. The chubby sausage is firm and firm, and the meat is tight. It seems that you can smell the rich aroma that it emits when it is wrapped in hot oil and sizzling.
Before Cyril left the restaurant, he glanced at the beautiful wall clock inside. It was half past twelve.
He strolled along Crescent Street, looked at all kinds of shops, and went in and strolled carefully.
With so many shops in front of you, how could you not buy something!
By the time Cyril reached the end of the street, he already had a fitted jacket and trousers in his arms, a pair of boots of the right size, and a beautiful silver-green headband.
Cyril originally wanted to buy a brass-handed wooden warehouse for self-defense. After all, he seriously doubted that it was just pure luck that he was safe and sound in the foggy moon forest before.
However, the price of the brass hand wooden warehouse is prohibitive.
Gather a little more valuable plants next time, Cyril thought.
In fact, there was an old sharp dagger in the shop, 20 silver coins, he hesitated for a while, but gave up.
Cyril reached the end of Crescent Street and turned into another street.
It seems to be a residential area, much quieter.
After crossing the block, he came to a rather imposing square.
The flowerbed in the center of the square is neatly built, and there are many round white doves parked on the ground.
There are musicians in colorful clothes playing the lyre next to them.
Cyril looked at the towering cathedral not far away amid the melodious music.
The white dome is magnificent, and if there is sunshine, the sunlight shining on the large stained glass will be very dazzling.
There is a tall bell tower next to the church. The huge brass gears of the bell tower are exposed to people's sight. Watching the gears turn in an orderly manner, it seems that the heavy and regular rotation can be heard.
Philadelphia is indeed a big city, at least much more spectacular than the small town of Cotswood, Cyril sighed in his heart.
Cyril was resting on a bench at the edge of the flowerbed, when he saw a remodeled steam carriage with a huge carriage parked in one of the main squares.
A mustachioed man in a baggy robe came down from the carriage.
Then, he actually disassembled the four side walls of the carriage and spread it out, turning it into a huge stall.
The man with the mustache hummed an unknown tune while throwing the contents of the original carriage on the flat panel formed by splicing the side walls of the four carriages.
A traveling businessman, Cyril suddenly realized.
He stepped forward curiously, wanting to see if there were any interesting and cost-effective objects.
In Cyril's impression, the hunter had bought the high-quality crossbow bolt from a traveling merchant in Philadelphia.
"Welcome, my dear little guest."
The traveling merchant greeted Cyril in a good mood.
"Just take a look! I came from the faraway continent of Armenia! I promise, there is definitely something you won't find in Atlantis."
Armenia mainland
For the first time, Cyril heard the names of continents other than Atlantis.
Mission schools do not have geography courses, just simple grammar education, which is enough for students to be able to read and write.
As for gaining knowledge, that is something that only children of noble families need to consider.
Hearing what the mustache traveler said, he originally just wanted to take a look at it, but at this time, he could not help but look at these objects more carefully.
There are fashionable and fancy clothes, which, according to traveling merchants, are the trend of the Armenian mainland.
"Best for young lads your age! Wear it and you'll be the prettiest boy in town!"
The traveling salesman said at a glance that he could see that Cyril was not a native of Philadelphia.
There are some huge books with gold rims, but they are very expensive, in the words of the traveling merchants - "Young people, you must know that knowledge is always precious!".
There are also some clockwork toys and dolls, which are extremely delicately made. Those tiny gears mesh with each other, and once the clockwork is twisted, they can spontaneously swing for a short time.
Cyril tried for a while with great interest, and smiled to see the doll flipping somersaults nimbly in the palm of his hand.
He regretted that he didn't have silver coins for entertainment consumption now.
【Look what I found! That's the spell note! 】
The excited voice of the system sounded in Cyril's mind.
He glanced at the many items in front of him and found nothing resembling a notebook.
Cyril also patiently turned over the pile of books, all of which were literary and artistic works.
[which one? ]
he asked.
[The tapestry at the bottom in the upper right corner! ! ! 】
Cyril carefully flicked the cargo from the tapestry and pulled it out.
This half-worn tapestry has dark red undertones, and the overall color looks dull.
On the tapestry, there are rows of black patterns that are linked to each other, and there are some dense symbols that look like some kind of mysterious text.
[Are you sure this is a spell? ]
Cyril was a little skeptical, seeing it as an old tapestry of abstract designs.
【certainly! Here are magic runes and ancient runes! This is a spell written in Grunion! Wait, I will translate it for you! 】
A translation of Guruni appeared on the virtual screen in front of Cyril, and he realized that there were four spells and corresponding magic runes recorded on this inconspicuous tapestry!
Now Cyril was excited.
When the traveling merchant saw Cyril's delighted smile at the dirty tapestry he collected at the Wangdu Flea Market last time, he was a little confused.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that fortunately he didn't throw this thing away, but someone really wanted it!
So he coughed, and said boldly: "This is a tapestry designed by Mr. Borg, a famous artist in mainland Armenia. I spent the boss's effort to get it! The price is 25 silver coins!"
After the traveler finished speaking, he recalled how much he spent to buy it...
This seems to be the junk that the seller gave as a gift after he bought a bunch of things at the Wangdu Flea Market!
"If you really want it, I can sell it to you for 20 silver coins at a lower price because you have such a keen eye for art appreciation! It can't be lower!"
The traveling merchant made a reluctant appearance.
As soon as Cyril heard it, he knew that the traveling merchant did not understand the true value of this tapestry. He nodded and counted 20 silver coins and handed it to him.
"What a generous and affectionate guest you are!"
The traveling merchant sighed in admiration, sighing in his heart, this country boy is so easy to deceive!
"You are also a big businessman with discerning eyes!"
Cyril also praised, I didn't expect to be able to flip through the spell notes just by walking around. It's really good!
After the transaction was completed, both of them were very happy, looked at each other and smiled, and both felt that they had earned it.
[But you don't have enough mental power now, and you can't absorb elements and convert them into magic power to use spells! 】
Cyril is not discouraged after listening to the system, and he must meditate after he goes back! Work hard to improve your mental strength!
Cyril, who found the precious wizard's handbook, continued to walk excitedly, wanting to see if there could be any more adventures.
There were many streets leading to this great square, and Cyril chose a path at random to continue on foot.
He is not worried about getting lost, after all, there is a system, it can be called a smart enough navigation.
He stopped and went for about an hour.
The street in front of him has become more cramped, and the surrounding streetscape has become more and more filthy, with very low houses and very mottled walls.
It gave him a very bad feeling, as if it was always covered with a gloomy color, not as good as the remote but leisurely town of Codswood.
It's hard to imagine a place like this in the same city as the majestic cathedral just now.
[Slum. 】
The system grumbled.
A girl in a grey autumn dress passed him with two black loaves in her arms. The girl's bright eyes that didn't match her dull clothes glanced at Cyril, her lips twitched slightly, and then she walked faster. Far.
"Run."
Cyril recognized the girl's mouth shape.
He had a bad premonition in his heart, and he made up his mind to speed up and go back.
However, before he walked out of this alley, several tall boys lined the narrow street side by side, blocking his way.
Their cheeks were thin, their hair was dry, and their faces seemed to be covered in indelible ash.
The leading child stared straight at the thing in Cyril's arms, his eyes malicious.