Most people would never like my way of downplaying power hierarchies. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I know this very well, and a friend advised me to follow the regular routine, but I didn't do it.

Writing this thing is meant to be fun.,I don't rely on this to eat.,My original intention was to write something out of the routine.,So I basically don't let the protagonist fight.,There's nothing to set off him.,I just want to see what an ordinary wizard will be like in a peaceful era.。

And I'm also considered to have a heart higher than the sky.,This is a prequel.,A prequel that introduces the background.,A trial work.,If it's successful.,If I think it's okay.,I'll continue to write.。

I must be crazy. ---------------- by the Tea Drinking Army

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It took five days for the caravan to reach the town.

It's a little different from the average small village and town, there are security personnel.

Two well-dressed soldiers asked the leader for the caravan's papers, and the other six people symbolically looked through the caravan's caravans.

In the end, the customs clearance was successful, but the inspectors symbolically collected ten copper coins, and then let everyone in, the commercial atmosphere here is a little heavier, all kinds of shops, small traders and vendors, and people in neat clothes are different from before.

"Bao Lingzi! Fresh Bao Lingzi! Smooth and soft Bao Lingzi!"

"Crispy fried fruit!"

"Sell small pendants that calm the nerves and calm down and repel mosquitoes!" "Repair ironware!Mend pots, repair knives, repair kitchen utensils, rune engravings!", "Sell twist flowers, tofu and dried radish~!"

"Pancakes!Delicious and crispy northern pancakes~!" "Dingling~---- candy!Dingdong~----fruity candy!"

On the street, there is a lot of life, the hawkers, singing the tune that has been passed down from generation to generation, picking their stalls and walking around, the streets, full of stalls, this is a good place, there is a lot of traffic, the number of hawkers is also larger, Albert and Cecilia walk casually, listening to the tune sung in the otherworldly language.

They sat down at a stall that looked like there were a lot of customers and should taste good, and shouted to the boss to order.

"Boss!Two bowls of triangular noodles!A bowl of noodle soup!And a plate of dried radish!""Come on---"

Soon, the two shopkeepers brought the food they ordered.

The taste is really good, the taste is spicy, suitable for keeping away the cold, after all, the air in this area is humid, different regions in order to adapt to different environments, the food will be different, and the products here are abundant, there are many kinds of edible animals and plants, and the food is still good.

The goal for the next step is clear: supplementary materials.

There are a lot of underprepared materials that need to be addressed here, and the places that have been passed through before are not in this condition.

But this small town should be better, even if it is small, it is still a city.

There are a lot of people on the street, it is very simple to distinguish between locals and foreign merchants, just look at the speed at which they walk, first of all, this is not a good place for vacation, as a small city, it does not have too many good scenery, secondly, there is no fame here, he has not even heard of the name of this city before today, this is not Yao Pond, a broken pond and a bunch of rotten rocky beaches are people to go.

So you can tell them apart just by looking at how fast you walk.

A few random people were pulled to ask for directions, and they soon found a shop that sold medicinal herbs.

Albert glanced up at the business license hanging on the wall, well, the old store that has been in business for decades [The business license has an opening date on it. 】。

[Then the quality should be guaranteed.] The two of them nodded inwardly and stepped through the door, just like an ordinary grocery store, there were a lot of people in ordinary clothes who were picking and choosing their favorite materials, they were all wearing shirts and pants similar to jeans, these people, all of them were wizards.

It should be noted here that once upon a time, wizards also wore robes, just like in storybooks, and for a long time, robes were regarded as the symbol of wizards.

But there will be a lot of inconvenience in wearing robes, so pragmatic wizards have swept robes into the dustbin of history.

Wizards are minimalist, and everyone over the age of fifty is.

The wizard's robe was a hindrance to combat, an obstacle to walking, and it was useless except to look good and wear a hood to cover one's face, and people kept improving it, making it shorter and shorter, making it lighter, and finally, Avaranga's mainstream dress became what it is now: people wore simple clothes similar to those of the 21st century on Earth.

If someone wanders around here in the medieval clothes of the Smeran Continent, they may be laughed at, but if they wear the clothes here, they will also be ridiculed as barbarians.

Usually you wear it here, and you usually wear opera in big cities.

"Boss, how much do these medicinal herbs cost?"

The owner of the shop, an old man with squinting eyes, had been sitting on a chaise longue, and without glancing at this place at all, he replied: "You took five kinds of medicinal materials, all of which are of high quality, with a total price of five gold coins, six silver coins, and sixteen copper coins, and I will accept you five gold coins and six silver coins." ”

The price was very fair, it was the same price on the market, and he took out six gold coins.

Several gold coins flew into a spatial crack in the manipulation that the two of them could not perceive at all.

Then, a few more silver coins flew out of that crack.

"Change. With a hint of joy, they flew into his jacket pocket. It seems that Albert is much more generous than the others, which makes the old man feel a lot better all of a sudden, and the others spend two or three silver coins at most to buy things.

"Would you like to buy something else, like Mu Tianzhi?"

"X, ahem!" He had just turned to thank him and was about to go out, but he choked on the first syllable of [Xie].

The old man was quite thick-skinned, and he had already sat up at this time, looking at the two of them with a hint of expectation.

"Give me a dozen! Hey, I'm kidding. Cecilia's face was very thin, and she buried her head very low at this moment, and pinched his waist as he said that, and in his perception, her heartbeat instantly accelerated, and he picked out a few more materials, and then walked out of the door with a little embarrassment.

What happened just now is a bit of a mystery to say.

He looked up at the sky, the weather was pretty good, hehe...