As soon as he got out of the gate, wrapped the gum in paper, threw it out of the wall, and walked around the corner of the courtyard wall, Pippons slammed into a man in leather armor.

"Yo, yo, are you from this chamber of commerce?" The visitor took a step back and looked at him with a hippie smile. "Just right, help me with a message, I want to meet your Chamber of Commerce president."

Pippons was pinned to the spot as if he had been electrocuted - at this time, all kinds of stakes and clues began to spin rapidly in his mind, it couldn't be that he had just gone to sea to make a living, right?

"Hey, don't be nervous. I won't eat you again, this, this. We'll pay. ”

Pippons breathed a sigh of relief. Bone china plate, the young man with a goatee in front of him should also be an officer. He also shook a bag with the sound of gold coins in his right hand, apparently trying to show that he had the financial resources and not to force him to buy and sell.

"I see." Pippons immediately pretended to be interested in the money, and stared at the money bag closely. "I'll just go in and give you an announcement. Please wait a moment outside. ”

Several officers of the Western Expeditionary Army stood in front of the gate like this, making fun of Pippens, who trotted all the way in.

The words of the groveling little businessman drifted into Pippons's ears in the evening wind—but he didn't hear them. A real businessman can do everything for money, and such a tease is nothing.

"White porcelain?" The president of the chamber of commerce in the room was holding a newly acquired hard pen nib neutral note. "I'll go out and have a look, and you can come with me to the door to meet you."

The landing of bone china on Garcia did cause a stir among the officers. Once the little soldiers guarding the city gate had this thing in their hands, it wouldn't last long—under the coercion and temptation of the officers who had heard the news, a few bone china bowls and plates under the bowls had changed hands before they could be warmed up.

The other officers, who were not reconciled, immediately got together and began to discuss how to obtain these high-profile things. If glassware used to be a rarity, now glassware is as low as a broken pottery bowl compared to the porcelain plate and bowl in front of it.

And the Western Expeditionary Army besieging the city had nothing but a few stinky money--anyway, all kinds of money that had been looted from the treasury and the people of Elta were not spent in vain. It is against this backdrop that the style of playthings is quietly preferred.

"Come on, come on, a few bosses, please here." The president of the chamber of commerce calmly walked outside the courtyard and put on a trader's style. "You keep looking for your stall, don't mess with the bosses."

"This is the new Garcia in search of wealth?" The young man just now immediately looked at him. "You're pretty good, I don't know what kind of business you're doing?"

"What comes to the money, what to do." Pippons' face remained unchanged, and he replied shamelessly. "It's a pity that I didn't have the ability to get those strange pottery."

Pippons pretended to grit his teeth after chattering. However, if it weren't for him and the action to cover his entry into the imperial capital, the president of the Chamber of Commerce would still be living a peaceful life in Mendong City at this time, and naturally he would not have this great wealth.

"Not bad." The young officer nodded and smiled evilly, "It's nice to get more of these things, and everyone will be happy together." This place is really special to fade out of a bird, thanks to these interesting gadgets. ”

Everyone laughed in unison, Elta's level of enjoyment was too low - and they still had to thank the enemy for that.

In the midst of the laughter, Pippens nodded continuously, turned around and waved his hand and left the courtyard.

In the midst of the danger, he realized that his heart was beating hard when he was just talking nonsense - probably more than when he ran five kilometers cross-country.

I'll never do this kind of handsome looking thing again! Pippons looked around at no one, took a deep breath viciously, and silently made up his mind in his heart. After all, "the liberation of the people of Elta is not a dinner party," it is a bloodshed -- Pippons does not have the consciousness to "liberate the bloodshed, please start with the king," and it is better to be instigated.

With such a toss, the sun slanted lower in the west. Pippons couldn't help but quicken his pace, it wasn't that there was no one doing business when it was dark, it was that he wouldn't be able to see the people on the street clearly. The peddlers don't care that they can't see gold and silver coins in the dark, he cares.

Garcia's flat map has long been memorized. The color and shape of those houses, even if there is a slight difference between the plane and the three-dimensional, he can quickly match them. There is a bronze statue of a general holding a sword aloft at the intersection here, so turning right is the way to the market. If memory serves, go around the beautiful house with a solid red brick and wooden roof in front and you will see the market.

Thinking of this, Pippons simply began to trot. Fortunately, it is the height of summer, and the sun will not be as hard as autumn and winter, no matter how hard it tries to hold on, it will be below the horizon in one breath.

Small vendors and small shops line up in two rows on the street, and this is the "market". Garcia's old market has long since disappeared, and after the turmoil, merchants have regained their fill of the wide streets to buy or occupy what they thought was the best.

It won't be long before Garcia will come again, and I don't know what it will do to the city. Pippons gasped slightly, watching the guests and merchants on both sides of the street bustling with excitement in the light of the setting sun.

Unfortunately, his eyes rolled around, and he didn't see anyone wearing a special uniform, or carrying a strange weapon. Wizards have different forms of wands, but they are generally worn over their leather holsters and belts. Orthodox soldiers, on the other hand, generally carry swords and swords to show their personal honor, and there is nothing strange about it.

"Have you had dinner, warriors? The noodles made by the people of the other world, and the spicy soup of the people of the other world, are definitely strong...... A bowl of silver horns, a bowl of silver horns......" The shouting from the most lively stall caused Pippons to laugh secretly, and he had seen these guys who had bought some spices but didn't know how to make noodles on the road. But then again, after learning some fur, you can fascinate the soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army, should it be said that the taste of the Western Expeditionary Army is low, or is the food of the other world really higher than the sky?

Apart from that, this spontaneous market is not very large - and it is not the only one in Garcia. It took Pippons less than ten minutes to go from beginning to end, and he didn't notice a strange shadow. At most, there is only one centurion-level figure here, is it because it is too "low-end"?

No relevant information was found, and he was not very interested in "spicy noodles". Unrelenting, he went around again, and walked to the line in front of the bread shop for a few moments, but still didn't find anything.

He had looked hard enough—ordinary people searched for targets in the crowd and looked aimlessly and indiscriminately. Pippens, on the other hand, seems to have a pair of eyes that can nail people to death with his gaze, and the every move of any object that matches the target's information or has a suspicious appearance cannot escape his eyes.

In Mendong City, it only takes a "verify", Pippons can tell who is undocumented and who has a ghost in his heart by standing on the street in casual clothes - these body language skills must be matched by very sharp eyes. The foundation laid during the shepherd's time was once again magically useful.

However, when he walked to the end of the road, he finally caught the situation.

More than ten meters away, a figure appeared behind an officer who had eaten and drunk and drank wine in a wooden cup. Pippons scanned the detail acutely, and his blood began to run wild - as if he was back in the glory days of catching pickpockets in Mendong City.

This figure looked no different from an ordinary soldier of the Western Expeditionary Army. However, he must have something like a knife in his hand. Pippons frowned, the lack of light made it impossible for him to see very clearly.

The officer had a money bag tied to his belt. The soldier just seemed to swing his arms normally, and the moment he passed the officer, he used his two fingers to squeeze the rope of the small money bag with a knife, and the purse fell into his hand smoothly, in one go.

"Tsk, black eats black? It's so funny. Looking at Garcia's companion who quickly disappeared into the alley like the little thief who had succeeded in Mendong City, Pippons smiled contemptuously. If you laugh, you will be able to conquer the army in the west, and you will be able to harm the people. He even dared to steal things from his own people, especially the chief. The second laugh is dignified Garcia, there is not a single soldier on the street who catches thieves and punishes thieves - even if it is a military district, there should be pickets to maintain order on his behalf, right?

But this thief is very interesting. Pippons smiled slightly, and looked at the officer on the street who had just come to his senses and smashed the wooden cup containing the juice that was still very angry—it was their own pot that they could not maintain, and they had to ask him to carry it well.

Pippons, with his hands behind his back, also quickly disappeared into the darkness. He was upset that there was no one to light up the street signs on such a main road - but he didn't know that the last time Garcia's street lights were lit with candles was three or four years ago.

"Twenty-five large gold coins, all made as a deposit of thirty percent." The young officer gasped and lowered the mark word by word, not forgetting to look at the rare treasures that filled almost the entire table with greedy eyes.

Careless. He only brought this money, and he thought he could make it round without pressure. I didn't expect the other party to be humble, but he was equally "humble" to take out so many good things at one time.

"Deposit! Does the deposit also count? "The big man next to him is a little unhappy." I'm also on the deposit! ”

"Don't worry, don't worry." The head of the Chamber of Commerce also oozed a dense layer of fine sweat. "You can take a few pieces first, and we'll discuss the rest tomorrow, don't hurt the brother's harmony."

These warriors gathered around a small table, and they all put on a posture that they wanted to eat their possessions along with the table—even if it was a free gift of porcelain, it was worth a lot of money.