The Magician said nothing more and asked again:
"Are you going back to the Breeze Ballroom now, or are you staying here until noon?"
Lumian had never left Intis, let alone come to the Southern Continent. He had nothing else to do, so he nodded and said:
"I want to go shopping."
The "Magician" lady nodded slightly and disappeared in front of him.
Almost at the same time, the biting cold wind blew through the crowd and hit Lumian.
Coming from summer Trier, he couldn't help but shudder.
Along with the cold wind, the hustle and bustle of the market that seemed so far away hundreds of meters away poured into Lumian's ears, making him feel as if he had truly entered this world.
Considering that the appearance and disappearance of the "magician" lady were not noticed by the people around her, Lumian quickly made some guesses:
It quickly created a "spiritual wall" or pulled me into a non-independent dimension
As expected, Lumian is a colonial city of Intis
...Lapps glanced around and his sight fell on the golden words at the main entrance of the white building:
Besides the defensive and dodging reactions of the men in robes and skirts, and the fearful and hateful gazes of the women driving the cattle and sheep, in the air which was much thinner than that of Twelve, Bai Qingning walked to the end of the market while drinking corn paste from a cup.
Seeing Lapus, I greeted him joyfully:
"Hey brother, would you like some mummy powder? Real mummy powder!"
I followed curiously and found a few Intis soldiers guarding the door. They were wearing white octagonal hats, blue linings with gold thread, white trousers and white leather boots.
"Since you haven't joined the Iron Cross yet, your mission has been preliminarily completed. Next, see if you can join and cooperate with his actions.
What does that mean? The "White Night God" Church of the Kingdom of Loen has extended its hand into the Starry Plain? Lapus pondered for a while and continued his stroll.
"Why did he put the mummy in the window to prove the authenticity of the ashes?"
After thinking for a moment, Lapus crossed the path that the market goers had "made way" for and arrived at a stall.
"You just arrived in Lumian and had an accident on the way." Bai Qingning replied with a smile in a Tewail accent.
Lapus pointed at the yellow corn paste cooked in the small iron pot and asked in Intis:
The boss who sold the secret medicine nodded without understanding:
After walking for a while, Lapus saw many locals pouring into an eight-story white building on the side of the road with a spectacular shape and solemn temperament.
It has a light sweet base flavor, mixed with a little bit of spicy and pungent flavor, which neutralizes the fishy smell of beef and mutton, allowing the beauty of the meat to fully bloom under the taste buds of the tongue, with a unique taste that is both appetizing and appetizing.
Lapus tilted his head slightly and listened to the words of the clergy with the help of his "hunter" ears.
As I sighed, I drew the octagonal holy emblem on my chest.
The person who opened the door was Franca. She was wearing the same men's shirt, beige breeches and red boots as usual, but the difference was that she was not wearing a light-colored pleated long skirt around her waist.
"And since the mission has not been completed yet, what if the previous sequence of 'Wizard' is 'Devil of Joy'
I wore a white felt hat and a dark red robe woven from wool and other materials.
Lumian looked around and saw many stalls selling food mainly based on corn. There were no whole corns boiled in water, no roasted corns coated with red sauce, no corns cut into pieces and put into thick soup, no roasted corns wrapped with beef, mutton, onions and potatoes, no corns ground into powder and boiled into a sticky paste and then boiled to become the same as meat, no corns spread into smooth cakes and sprinkled with ingredients...
"How many mummies can he provide?" Bai Qingning asked with a trusting expression on his face.
"Steam!" Lapus returned the same courtesy.
“What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen people acting cool?” Lumian muttered, and walked into the market as if nothing had happened, relying on the patience of a “mendicant monk”.
"The power of the White Night... is invading that place..."
If you are found guilty, you will be expelled from the lowlands immediately. When we return to Intis, a military court will impose a more moderate punishment.
I sat down at the wooden table and finished sorting out the poet's interpretation of the symbolic elements of dreams.
After a while, I retreated into the "White City" Bochenning and saw the golden "Eternal Sun" Church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church carved with various industrial parts, the white buildings, the shops selling cow and sheep leather and various fabrics, the signs of "Lowland Export Company" and "Lumian Mining Association", the carriages pulled by long-haired cattle and medium-sized horses, the small number of locals mainly in robes and the majority of newcomers in formal suits.
What's even better is that the warm corn paste flows from the mouth into the esophagus and into the stomach, bringing coolness to every corner of the body.
The boss smiled awkwardly:
"It depends on how much he wants, and you don't have enough channels."
After saying that, I looked at Lapus's clothes and asked with concern:
"When you left Tewail, the mummy powder was in great demand and the price was very low. Did he ever think of transporting the mummies back to Tewail to sell them?"
At 12:30 noon Tewail time, Laps was brought back to the Breeze Ballroom by the "magician" man and appeared in his bedroom.
Before Lapus took it, he immediately felt a wave of warmth passing through his body.
Lapus looked around the small shop and said with a smile:
Lapus said deliberately: The boss smiled more cordially: "Did he meet a robber?"
The former was lucky to be alive, and with many witnesses and sufficient evidence, the whole case seemed very murky.
We kept a sufficient distance from the people around us and walked towards the church while communicating loudly.
The smell of fresh manure, the rich sweet aroma of corn, and the odor of grilled meat sprinkled with spices wafted into his nose.
"Joy?" Bai Qingning understood very well why that noun appeared there.
"Back off."
Franka closed the door with her backhand and said simply:
For someone who was enduring the biting cold wind, it was a very mixed experience.
“Nanxiaolu is not as bad as the newspapers say, but it is indeed a paradise for adventurers.
The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief, and swiftly took out a paper cup that was perfectly matched with the style and technological level of the market, scooped a full cup, and even gave a few less pieces of meat.
"Although none of us would buy mummy powder, a small number of people would still accept mummies as a commodity."
Putting down the pen in his hand, Lapus stood up and looked towards the door:
"Seventeen years later, you arrived in West Balam and looked for opportunities in various cities in the South Continent. But it was not until you retreated to the 'White City' that your life took a bad turn. Steam!"
The boss smiled:
"You should get used to wearing skirts, so just make do with it for now.
"That's to welcome the joy."
1 foreign gram, that's quite cheap... Laps looked at the corn paste with lots of beef and mutton chunks floating in it, and took out a brass coin with the Hornachis Mountains pattern on the front.
"It's very strange." Bai Qingning said frankly.
Such a ruling caused a lot of dissatisfaction. The locals who were listening to the trial stood up and protested in low voices, but the judge did not compromise and ordered the bailiffs and soldiers who were not prepared to rush us out of the court.
“That would excite these savages.
Lapus, who was sitting in the corner, quietly looked at the faces that were both excited and angry, happy and resentful, until we were all forced to leave, then he quickly stood up and walked out of the court.
Because the distance was so great, I could only make out two phrases:
The stall owner was terrified and replied in his all-too-fluent Intis language with a hint of annoyance:
As his thoughts raced, Lumian saw that the men and women passing by were looking at him with wary and puzzled eyes, as he was only wearing a thin shirt, a black vest, and thin trousers in the extremely cold season on the plateau.
The owner of the shop was an Intis man, about seventy years old, with typical white hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt with floral decorations, a thick coat made of cashmere and a dark blue coat without golden fur edges.
The judge, who was hearing the two criminals for the eighth time, considered for a long time and made the final judgment:
The stall owner was a woman in her eighties with rosy skin, a thin face, low cheekbones, dark brown eyes, and long, greasy white hair.
"Bad afternoon, my dear countryman."
Lapus followed the crowd, retreated to a courtroom, sat in a corner where some people were, and listened to the trial of the case.
The defendants were two Intis soldiers. They were accused of intercepting a newly married couple in the suburbs at night more than a month later, brutally killing the husband and raping the wife in turns.
Laps chose a store called "Lowland Secret Medicine" and walked away like a tourist.
I have just observed that some of the people outside can understand Intis language, and they use various metal currencies, including Felgin, for transactions.
In the midst of my busy schedule, I heard unfamiliar footsteps and a knock on the door that was not polite at all.
"Undersea trade is too safe. We will definitely use the exit export company to lower your price and collect taxes from you, damn hyenas!" The boss glanced at Bai Qingning and said tentatively, "If he is willing to bear the corresponding risks, you can't cooperate."
"Well, after adding it, you still don't have all the main materials and a small part of the auxiliary materials. You only lack the real mummy ashes. You came to him to ask him to help you pay attention to it in his occult gatherings. TD, are there any real mummy ashes sold in these stores?"
Do you want more or less? Did they dig up the family tomb of a minor noble in the Lowland Kingdom? Or, carefully find some dead bodies or living people to make it on the spot? Bai Qingning chatted with the owner of "Lowland Secret Medicine" for a few words. Before he knew that the other party's name was "Salent. Enpaia", he left the store on the pretext of needing to think about it.
"Bai Qingning Special Court" "5 Cope 1 Cup."
When I passed the square inside the Eternal Sun Church, I met several clergymen wearing white robes inlaid with gold thread.
Fu Baiqing sighed with joy and melancholy: "How much money?"