"You're you again?" Sid raised an eyebrow.

"Congratulations on making the cut so quickly, and you didn't die there. The man in the ornate armor, still carrying a spear, said in a strange manner.

"What the hell are you doing with us so ghostly?" Ian asked, fearing that Sid would be impulsive, and stepped forward first.

"Thanks to you," the man spread his hands and said, "I've been tracking the Warcraft smuggling group for so long, and the clue has been broken again—just for two broken black iron emblems and a commission to find a dog with five gold coins, ha!"

"You don't have to babble there, the devil knows it's your clue. Ian, let's go. Sid seemed calm this time.

When he passed by the man, the other party said, "It's okay if you want to die there, but it's a pity that ......" Before he could finish speaking, Sid suddenly twisted around and suddenly swung his right fist and hit the man in the back of the head. The opponent reacted very quickly, and also threw a right fist sideways to Sid's face.

With a muffled "bang", the man slid backwards seven or eight steps away, held on to the pillar of the hall with his hand, and stopped his figure.

Sid also took a few steps back, clenched his fists, his eyes shining with a blazing light, and stared at his opponent without saying a word.

"Hey, don't fight in the guild hall!

"I'm in self-defense. The man in the ornate armor straightened up and shook his hand vigorously, it should have hurt a lot just now.

Seeing this, Sid lowered his hands as well, but his eyes were still fixed on the man.

"Novice mercenaries are like this, they are strong-blooded. The man seemed to be explaining to the staff, "If you don't say a good word, you will start fighting." I don't want to think about whether I can survive, is it thanks to the advice of my predecessors, I am really grateful and ungrateful......"

Sid was about to get angry when he saw him poking him one after another, but Ian reached out and stopped him.

"This guy is clearly targeting us, don't stop me today, I can take him down before the guards come. ”

And he was right. Ian said.

"What are you talking about?" Sid couldn't believe his ears.

"I said, he's right," Ian repeated to Sid, "he did help us today. ”

"Have you been bitten by a pseudo-snake and have a fever?" said Sid.

"Look, there's still someone who is reasonable!" the man became angry again.

He reminded us today: don't take it lightly because it's a simple commission, because newcomers are prone to die on it. Ian reminded calmly. Sid was stunned, he did remember what the guy had said when he took the commission during the day, but he didn't think it was a kind reminder at all.

"Thank you," Ian bowed slightly to the man, but didn't take his eyes off the other, "It's true that your reminder made me more careful, and maybe that's why I was able to notice some suspicions." Merely...... You're talking too harshly, so we're even. ”

"Oh?" the man's eyes lit up, ", he punched me just now!"

"You just punched the right punch, so it's still even. If he just punched you to death, then we can be considered to be at a loss. At that time, we will admit the punishment and bury you. Ian spoke with sincerity, not the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"Hahaha......" The man had to laugh dryly twice, and said viciously: "A rookie with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!"

"Nothing else, we're leaving. Ian grabbed Sid and left the guild hall.

The man was left alone in the dimly lit hall, muttering to himself, "Thoughtful young man and an Imperial veteran in his early thirties...... Sure enough, I'm here to be a mercenary, exactly like Dayns envisioned...... Hmph......"

On the way back to the inn, neither of them brought up the argument about the hatred of Warcraft, the topic was too heavy.

Sid asked Ian, "You just said that you noticed something suspicious at Brad Manor, what is it?"

"Oh, the ......," Ian didn't expect him to ask, "...... From the beginning of the meeting, the housekeeper introduced our search to the outside of the manor. ”

"Really, it seems like he hasn't spoken to us in a while......

"It's because I didn't say a few words. ”

Sid recalled, but the content of the conversation was too trivial for the continuous travel of the past few days, and it was not real in his memory. It's just a vague impression that the housekeeper did say that the puppy should not be in the manor.

"Even if his master said that Rumba was unlikely to leave the manor, he couldn't help but argue to his face, ......remember?

"Unnatural?"

"Hmm. Ian nodded, "And not long after we arrived at the Gladiolia Garden, he was in a hurry to take us home." He gave us a warm welcome, but when he showed us around, he was very sketchy - what should I say about that word? Along the way, I always felt a sense of disobedience. ”

The inn was not far from the guild, and the two chatted about what happened at Brad Manor, and they arrived without saying a few words.

For the next two days, Sid no longer dared to accept a commission without a weapon. Originally, I was just going to visit the manor of the entrusting master, but who knew that I would encounter a pseudo-snake and a smuggler when I was unarmed, but fortunately, this trip was a thrill, but I also had to sweat for my carelessness. Now, just in time for Ian's wish, he obediently followed him around Babel like two ordinary tourists.

Ian finally had the chance to go up to the higher part of Babel, known locally as Uptown.

He climbed the bell tower on the top floor of the cathedral for a panoramic view of the city of Babel. Right now, there are layers of houses and markets, and the people walking around in the distance have become so small. When you look up, you can see the horizon at a glance, and the mountain breeze blows, which is really infinitely pleasant.

Suddenly, he saw a crowded market underneath. The colors of the market are unusually bright, and they stand out among the gray and white stones and red-tiled houses that are uniform throughout the city.

"What's that?" Ian asked, gesturing, Sid.

"Hmm......" Sid squinted his eyes for a long time, "a lot of people, maybe some kind of bazaar?"

"It's still early anyway. ”

"Okay. Sid answered, and walked with Ian to the market in the lower city.

It's really a dead horse running from Wangshan. It didn't seem far from above, but when they got into the jungle of stone buildings, they were tired enough. The two were not familiar with the route of Babel, and only walked towards the bazaar in the general direction they saw from above. As soon as I accidentally left the main road and walked into the alley, I began a journey of collapse with twists and turns. The downhill can be more tiring than the uphill.

Finally, the panting two people trembled their legs and stomachs, and they didn't know how many detours they had taken before they came to the bazaar.

It's really lively.

The bazaar occupies an entire street, and Ian sees a sign erected at the intersection that reads "Bafang Cai Market, Open Market!", which seems to be some kind of temporary market. Ian didn't have time to ask Sid what he meant about Happo Sai City, and was swallowed up by the warm atmosphere here.

The bright colors you saw on it turned out to be the canopies of the market vendors, which were specially designed to attract people from the upper town.

Humans and subhumans of all races rubbed shoulders here, and many walked with their goods on their heads to avoid collisions and thefts. The streets are lined with vendors' stalls, and some even use the wagons as stalls to display their goods. There was a wide variety of goods, and there were many things that Ian couldn't name.

Passing by a stall, the boy was attracted by the clever ornaments on it.

At that stall, almost all the goods were moving.

The stall owner manipulated a one-man-tall wooden puppet beside him to dance and shout in the voice of a puppeteer in ventriloquism: "Come and see, wonderful mechanism!"

The various wooden mechanisms are designed to connect the various parts in series, and the whole body is pulled together, which is very delicate.

The stall owners themselves demonstrated one by one to solicit business.

Ian took a closer look at the one the stall owner was demonstrating at this time, and found that most of the mechanism designs were made in the dark, and there was no mystery at all from the appearance. The wooden linkage has a bracket on the left and right for the user to put two hands on it.

Gently move your right hand on the wooden bracket to follow the designed track. At this time, the stall owner had a pen in his hand, and drew a flower along the track very neatly. But the most interesting thing is its linkage design. When he drew a flower with his right hand, his left hand rested on the left stand, holding a pen, and he was able to draw the outline of a whiplion at the same time.

The structure of the whiptail lion is much more complex, and the left hand will move much faster than the right hand to complete the painting on both sides at the same time.

Watching the stall owner open his bow left and right and draw two very different paintings, Ian's heart moved.

"The ......," Ian asked, "can I try?"

"Of course, of course!" the stall owner was pleased to have customers interested in the goods, "Come!"

With that, he turned the wooden mechanism around and enthusiastically handed it to Ian.

"Pen and paper?"

"Ah, no, no!"

Ian placed his left and right hands on the left and right brackets of the mechanism like a stall owner, and gently applied force on his right hand to push the brackets to move.

His right hand moved along with his consciousness, and his left hand was moved by the movement. Ian's eyes brightened when he felt the two hands make completely different movements.

"Great......" he couldn't help but cry out, "I'm going to buy this, how much does it cost?"

Sid was stunned, grabbed Ian's arm, and whispered, "Hey, this is all something that children only play with...... Don't spend money indiscriminately......"

Ian tilted his head slightly and smiled at Sid, "I'm useful." ”

"The customer's vision is so good! This is the best seller I've got here, a bestseller! This is already the last one, if you think it's cheaper, you'll ...... 3 gold coins!"

"What?!" Sid's eyes were about to fall out—this thing costs 3 gold coins?

Ian hesitated, the price was more than he expected.

There were three gold coins lying in the money bag, he fumbled out two of them from the money bag, and looked at the stall owner helplessly: "I'm sorry, the money is not enough......"

The stall owner was quite refreshing, looking at the two gold coins, his eyes rolled: "Two is two, the last one will be sold to you cheaply!"

Ian was about to hand over the money, but heard a slender voice next to him sigh in a very regretful tone, "Wow...... It's really wronged that the big man spent so much money on this thing......"