It was as if he was driving a space-time machine, pulling a bunch of people to the market space.

When the vibration of the tavern had subsided, the golden net flinched, and his tavern appeared in the bazaar.

"It's here!"

The team member in charge of the guard rushed directly to the gate.

The door of the tavern is half-open and half-closed when it arrives at the market.

McFan set the tavern to be closed, and the vigilant personnel reported at this time: "The shopping street is relatively calm...... The store's operating rate has not yet reached 10 percent. ”

That said, you can prepare for a while.

The team in charge of the external investigation went out first.

They had to go around the bazaar to find entrances to special people from other countries.

Consult with the manager of the market and obtain a pass for other channels through other means.

As for the exchange of universal coins......

That's something the state should worry about.

After all, what can be obtained by resource exchange...... The state is also embarrassed to take it from the hands of him, a bitter self-employed person.

Thinking about it this way, Mai Fan is more down-to-earth.

He sat in the tavern and prepared for tonight's business.

As time went on, this deserted bazaar regained popularity.

Seeing this, Mai Fan changed the setting, and his tavern was in a state of business.

Tonight is different from usual, and I feel a lot more lively inexplicably.

As an absolutely safe tavern owner, Mai Fan squatted by the door of the tavern and chatted with the operator next to him while there were no customers.

This is a new boss who is even more eye-catching than he Mai Fan.

He came to the bazaar with a feather ornament on his head, a special kind of tobacco, specimens of flora and fauna, strange ores, and mysterious symbols.

Listening to what the other party meant, he came from an ancient Indian tribe.

Those so-called Western shootout series, the traces on his body have long been gone.

He is like a minority of people in the tourist resorts specially circled in South America, seriously and religiously inheriting his own culture, inheriting his own history, and the mysterious and rare myths that are about to become extinct.

He was said to be a semiotic researcher, a occult sensitor, and that his family had been a tribal priest.

To this day, he is in charge of performing for visitors during the day.

At night, he observes the stars, listens to the sounds of animals and plants and the Gobi, and feels the feedback of nature to him.

is a true natural psychic.

To McFan's ears, there was a bit of a wilderness druid.

It's just that this brown-red-skinned man feels that this kind of singleness cannot describe his own complexity.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Shamanic witchcraft is more useful than you think. ”

"For example, observing tomorrow's weather, observing the migration of animals, and observing the growth of plants can predict the harvest and hunting results of this year......

Mai Fan listened quietly, nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know if you know, there is a column called weather forecast now...... There is a special, agricultural product recommendation ......"

As if he hadn't heard it at all, the shaman from Lisbon continued: "We shamans can also call for wind and rain, pray for blessings and sacrifices, and lay a good foundation for our tribe's harvest next year." ”

Mai Fan received again: "Have you seen the process of artificial rainfall, as well as the high-yield grain varieties that resist natural disasters, our country seems to have cultivated them. ”

"As for the development of the tribe and the abundance of agricultural products, in addition to the weather, it is now related to the water, the soil, the seeds, and the way of planting...... It seems to be bigger. ”

Lisbon: "You're endless! You're endless! You rude boy......"

Mai Fan smiled: "I said, old man, you don't have to talk about him, you just say, come to this bazaar, or you can be invited to enter here, and even have ...... The reason for such a large tent camp. ”

Yes, McFan's new neighbor is next to his tavern.

In terms of floor space, the area to which the two people are assigned is exactly the same.

It's hard to say whether Mai Fan can expand with the upgrade.

But a seemingly innocuous old man like Lisbon was able to get the same territory as his tavern in the beginning......

If it weren't for some real skills, he wouldn't believe it.

It's just that the old man has been talking to him for so long, and he hasn't said anything useful.

Now it's been deliberately chatted by Mai Fan......

Lisbon is really excited.

He lowered his head and smiled skewedly, and then raised his head, his face with a shadow of his own.

From the simple and kind uncle just now, he suddenly became an evil wizard.

"Lad, have you heard of the curse of the Indians?"

Mai Fan's face turned pale, and his body unconsciously made a mistake in the tavern.

You know, although he doesn't have much research on the history of that area, he still has heard some gossip and mysterious legends.

"So...... This shop you run...... Just take over this?"

"Old Mr. Lisbon...... You Gada people curse people, you won't go without paying the price, will you?"

"Usually this kind of secret technique is not so easy to implement, is it?"

"If nothing is needed...... How much does it cost you to curse once?"

"Also, if you want to curse successfully, you have to add some prerequisites, right?"

"Like something on a cursed man...... For the sake of our friends and neighbors, you can tell me about it...... I'm certainly not asking you about your hole cards and trying to spy on any secrets......"

"I can't even think of that kind of thought, I just thought, your mysterious and ancient, powerful and difficult profession has come out...... Then I'm afraid the world will be chaotic in the future. ”

"I finally know how to know this knowledge, so that I don't know why I don't know why I won't be recruited in the future. ”

"Also, Mr. Lisbon, can we discuss it first and sign a mutual aid agreement or something. ”

"I think that friends don't hurt each other. ”

"If someone wants to hurt me, you old man should at least give me a breath first?"

McFan looked pitiful and helpless, but Lisbon laughed angrily.

He put away the gloom on his face, it was really magical, and he immediately became an old performer in that tourist attraction again.

"Let's talk about this slowly, young man, you know you're scared, right?"

It's good to know that you're afraid, and then let you disrespect the old man.