With Tang Xizong in Chang'an City, after the Jin Wuwei who commanded his palace gave those rampant thieves a fatal blow, the thieves' good days came to an end. ± miscellaneous ∨ ∨ insects ±

The nonsense of the jurists in the Tang Dynasty was no longer heeded, and people went about their work in accordance with customary law.

Strangely, Chang'an, ruled according to natural and customary law, was far better than the law and order in Chang'an according to the blind command of those bureaucrats.

Tang Zhangwei said: "Our emperor Tang Xizong has finally done a great deed. ”

Princess Suining said: "In Chang'an City, you have done it before, but you have not done it as thoroughly as the emperor. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "As long as the people are good, I am satisfied." ”

According to Tang Zhangwei's order, the experience of Chang'an City began to be promoted in various parts of the Tang Dynasty, and those thieves were arrested and killed one after another.

Fisher Chun brought a large amount of cheese from the Eastern Roman Empire, and in order to promote the cheese, she gave it to the nobles to taste.

Tang Zhangwei naturally got a lot, and Tang Zhangwei still likes cheese.

What did the boss say? The short stranger asked.

Ling Sifeng swallowed. "Brodman," he said, "two of your best pale ales!" ”

"Can you understand him?"

"Oh, of course."

"Tell him, tell him we welcome him! Tell him that breakfast is only ...... per meal Well...... One gold coin. Looking at Brodman's expression at this moment, it seemed that there was a fierce struggle going on in his heart. Finally, under a generous impulse, he added: "Your food money is free, it's all here." ”

"Sir," Ling Sifeng said lightly to the stranger, "if you stay here, you will either be stabbed or poisoned by the night until you do not come to-night." Don't, don't keep laughing, or I'll end up with you. ”

"Oh, come on." The stranger looked around, "It looks pretty good here, authentic Mopock inn, how many times have I heard anyone mention it!" Look at these ingenious old house beams, and the housing prices here are also cheap! ”

Ling Sifeng quickly glanced around, fearing that if the spell of the magic camp on the other side of the river leaked, it had already turned them somewhere else. No, they were still in the Broken Drum Restaurant, the walls covered in smoky black spots, the floor a mixture of aged rush grass and unknown beetles, and sour beers that couldn't be sold. He struggled to orient the scene in front of him to the adjective "ingenious."

In fact, according to the Trobo language, a more accurate translation of the word would be, "designed to resemble the tiny coral pavilions inhabited by sponge-eating gnomes on the Olo Peninsula."

He pulled his mind back from the words.

The stranger then said, "My name is Shuanghua." ”

He held out his hand as he spoke. The three people next to him instinctively looked down to see if there was any money in his palm.

"Fortunately." Ling Si Feng said, "My name is Ling Si Feng. Hey, I'm not kidding you, this place is dangerous. ”

"Great! That's what I want to do. ”

"Huh?"

"What's in the cup?"

"This? It's beer. Thank you, Brodman. Yes, it's called beer, understand? Beer. ”

"Ahh What a representative drink! A small gold coin is enough, you say? I don't want to cause trouble. ”

Half of the money has been pulled out of his pocket.

"Ahem, ahem," Ling Sifeng coughed twice, "No, I mean, of course it can't cause trouble. ”

"That's good. You say it's dangerous, but you mean that warriors and adventurers must be here a lot, right? ”

Ling Sifeng thought for a moment, "Yes...... bar. He coped.

"Great! If only I could see them. ”

The wizard's mind snapped. "Ah......" he said, "are you here to recruit mercenaries?" (The Trobo language says: Do you want to hire warriors to fight for your tribe with the richest milk and fruit meal?) ）

"Oh no. I just wanted to meet the warriors. That way, when I get home, I'll be able to tell people I've seen them. ”

Ling Sifeng thought that if Shuanghua really saw all the regulars of the Broken Drum Restaurant, he would not be able to return home. Unless his home is right downstream of the river, so that his body can float back down the river.

"Where do you live?" Inspiration asked, noticing that Brodman had slipped into the cubicle at the back, while Huey sat at the table nearby, looking at both of them suspiciously.

"Have you heard of Beth Pelaghi?"

"Hmm...... I didn't learn Tlobo for a long time. I only recently ...... You see......"

"Oh, Bes Pelagi isn't in Trobo. I speak Tlobo because we have a lot of Tlobo sailors in the port over there. Beth Pelagi was the largest seaport in the Agadine Empire. ”

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it at all."

Shuanghua raised her eyebrows, "Haven't you heard of it?" It's a big port, and it's about a week to sail from the Brown Islands. Are you alright? ”

He hurriedly ran to the other end of the table and patted Lingsifeng on the back. Lingsifeng choked on wine.

That's the Hengzhong Continent!

Three streets away, an old man was tossing a coin into a small dish of acid, which he slowly stirred. Brodman waited impatiently. In such a room, he felt uneasy: there were vats everywhere, beakers of liquid gurgling and bubbling, rows of shelves with shadows of what looked like skulls and specimens of some strange creature.

"Okay, no?" He asked.

"You can't do this quickly," the old alchemist said angrily, "It always takes a long time to analyze. Ah......h He laid out the equation on a piece of parchment.

"That's interesting......" he finally spoke.

"Is it real gold?"

The old man pouted. "It depends on what you say," he said, "if you mean: this coin and ...... For example, is it the same thing compared to our fifty dollar pistol? Well, the answer is no. ”

"I knew it!" Bradman yelled, turning to leave.

"I think I probably didn't make it clear." Said the alchemist. Brodman angrily turned back to him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you see, over the years, the coins we've used have been minted with all sorts of impurities. In ordinary coins, only four of the twelve parts are gold, and the rest are silver and copper......"

"What's wrong again?"

"I mean, this coin is different from what we use because it's pure gold!"

Brodman trotted away. The alchemist stared at the ceiling for a long time. He then took out a very small piece of parchment, found a pen on the messy workbench, and wrote a short note.

(End of chapter)