The market area is in the central district of the commercial city of Provence, several circular streets, the steel avenue running north and south and the giant square in the center of the Provence trading market, when Marceau came to the edge of the square, he was once again surprised by the concave square that had appeared countless times in the players' screenshots - the square is divided into twelve steps, each step is a complete circular market layout, the steel avenue appears in the form of an arch bridge in this huge square, and the arch bridge in the north and south is also the best timekeeper - The sun shines from dawn to dusk, from east to west, and both NPCs and players can check the time based on the position of the arch bridge's shadow, and if it's rainy, don't worry, the large Arcane Clock at the bottom of the center of the market that pulls diagonally up to the bridge will tell everyone in the city the exact time.

"It's such a beautiful city. ”

Descending the stone steps, Marceau looked around, there were steppe elf merchants everywhere, these little things were talking to buyers or sellers of different races, the market in Provence was so free, Marceau could even see a small group of devils sitting on the ground talking to a steppe elf caretaker.

First of all, there are no devils and demons in the Ayarok plane, these guys generally come through Guò Seal City, although many novels describe the devil as the kind of dead brain who will definitely abide by the contract as long as he signs the contract, but as a cat, Marso wants to say that these grandsons- That's right, any of the words on these grandson's contracts are not worth believing, even the punctuation marks are full of malice and lies, and they are those high-level demons and ghosts who automatically change the spelling and rank after signing the contract in black and white, anyway, the contract that is obviously beneficial to you at the beginning is biased towards the devil everywhere in the end.

All in all, if you come across a devil and you happen to have the guy in your hands to restrain him, don't hesitate to try to figure out if you can kill him. And then think about anything else, and don't think about taking advantage of these grandchildren.

The kitten was still thinking so, when he saw the prairie elf purse his mouth, pick up the bell from the table and shake it: "Come on! Send these guests!"

Then the kitten saw a group of paladins running over in tracked carts, dragging these high-ranking devils out with them.

Considering that these were not good men and women, Marceau confirmed that a small figure appeared above the bridge at some point. In the gray vision, this little guy is completely a divine glow, and the kitten can look directly at it without being ignited by the holy flame, thanks to the reason that it is in the good camp - the divine positive energy is harmless to the good camp, and to the evil camp, the positive energy is as dangerous as metal sodium meets water.

At least a legend, no wonder those devils gave up on resisting altogether.

"Hey, kitten over there, I see you on your face. Is it the first time to come to the Central Market of Provence? The caretaker noticed Marceau, who beckoned to the kitten to come over.

Knowing that this person should explain some rules in the market to himself, Marceau walked over very obediently - although he called himself a commercial city, in fact, the central market of Provence also has rules, and the steppe elves like free commerce, but they also don't like petty theft and forced buying and selling: "Yes, kittens." I see you're very fresh, are you coming to this city for the first time? ”

"Yes. It's the first time I've seen such a huge square in my life. Marceau replied, causing the steppe elf caretaker to laugh and nod, "We really deserve such praise from you, you also saw it just now, even the devil wants to have a seat in this city." ”

"Well, it's a bit presumptuous. I want to ask what the hell those guys are trying to do. Marceau pointed in the direction in which the Devil Gentlemen had been dragged away.

"These evil carriers from another plane want to open a stall, in fact, we don't discriminate any race at this point, as long as they are not the kind of crazy people who want to eat their neighbors when they open a stall, but those devils want to buy human souls. I think this trade seems to be damaging to the reputation of our great Provençal market and the faith of our steppe elves, but they desperately want to get a stall, and in the end they have no choice but to drive them away. ”

After listening to the administrator's explanation, Marceau couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat from his forehead - these guys really want to get souls and want to go crazy.

"By the way, do you want to enter the market and sell, or do you want to rent a stall to sell things? ”

"Of course, I want to enter the market to see the deal, by the way, do you still have a stall for sale?"

"Of course, do you want to come to a stall, or a shop. ”

Facing the expectant eyes of Mr. Administrator, Marceau took the list of stores he handed over, and as soon as he opened it, the system opened a virtual city map in front of the cats.

Marceau soon found the vacant lot on the north side of the Iron Boulevard, near the middle circle of the market ring.

"Hey, have you taken a fancy to this vacant land, the price here is not cheap, forty times thirty, one thousand hundred square meters, and the building is limited to four floors. The caretaker noticed Marceau's gaze, he glanced at it, and immediately said the price of the land: "Two hundred thousand gold coins, no two prices." ”

Without any consideration at all, Marceau chose to buy it, and the 100,000 gold coins were immediately swiped from the 'credit card' of the temple of the steppe elf goddess Twin Mothers, and the administrator did not seem to have thought that a foreigner who had just arrived in Provence would buy the land directly.

"You're so bold, this land is honestly a bit overvalued. The administrator sighed.

"I think this land is still good, and it is very suitable for the use of the Chamber of Commerce. Marceau said with a smile, thinking that after two game years, not to mention 200,000, this land is worth at least two million, which is still a conscience price - a real year, two game years, the players' chamber of commerce has to open up the most important overland trade route from Ashbee to Mogus because of Marceau's mother's indiscriminate attack on the 'Flying Henanese' sea, and the commercial city of Provence has naturally become a good place to go.

After receiving the land, Marceau was in a good mood and asked for a market price list, and the kittens were ready to go back to the hotel to eat, and since enjoying the girls' 'breeding', guessing that the girls' craft had become a boring game, anyway, there was something delicious every day.

"Mr. Administrator, I'll go first. ”

"Well, allies of Cat Ears, may your journey be a smooth one. ”

"Thank you, pointy-eared allies, and may your work be smooth sailing. ”

Saying goodbye to the caretaker, Marceau returned to the hotel, pushed open the door, and found that the three girls on the bed were sleeping soundly, and the blanket in the corner of the wall had been laid, so the kitten cub who took off his equipment lay down and went offline.

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Sitting up from the bed, Marceau, who climbed into the chair, opened the tablet in his hand, clicked on the Provence City Division Forum in the game, and hung on the top of it was 'Southern Unity United Chu People's Guest Team is all destroyed!'

The content written in the post is basically the things that the cat cub does when he is online, but the post is very stakes, saying that the little assassin called by the steppe elves is poisoning and assassinating, and the means are too bad.

Then the following reply began to fight, with the small Tershans and the Garols, and the big earthlings, Cylis, and Raelians blaming each other, completely throwing aside the assassination methods that the post itself was discussing.

"That's ......" Marceau, who thought the guys would mention how skilled the assassins were, was a little disappointed, but when the kitten walked out of the room with the floating chair and smelled the meat in the hallway, the dissatisfaction dissipated.

Meow a cat, the world is big, and the meal is the biggest. (To be continued......)