In the early morning, when Funa Muir arrived at the bazaar, the sun had not yet come out, there was not a trace of wind, everything was quiet, and from a distance, the sky above the bazaar was covered with a thin cloud, like a woman's veil of maskedness.

Given that his skills in washing dishes are really unsightly, he was sent by the boss to buy ingredients, but this is really not friendly enough for his sleep quality.

Sleepily yawning, Fnamuir stood in the bustling bazaar, and in fact, he had little experience in such a thing.

"Hey, pack me these dishes, stupid mortal. After slapping the basket on the table, Fnamuir shouted in a haughty tone.

"Huh?" The vendor in charge of selling at the back of the shop tilted his head suspiciously, and then raised his eyes to stare at the sleepy Funamuir, "Are you going to buy these rolls, guest?"

"Ahh Although he was a little unsure, for the sake of face, Fnamuir nodded.

"Okay, just put it in a basket, right?" asked, and the vendor raised his palm and gently pulled the basket in front of him.

"Of course, of course, for the sake of you, a human being, I'm not going to kill you. Smiling with satisfaction, Fnamuir picked up a roll of cabbage, then pulled off a little and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, after a slight chewing, Fnamuir spit out: "Are you lying to the king, stupid human?"

"Ahh The dealer smiled awkwardly, but answered Funamuir's question seriously: "Hello, guest, this cabbage can only be eaten after stir-frying." ”

"Yes, I warn you, it's better not to lie to me, or the consequences will be serious. With a puzzled look, Fnamuir slowly approached the vendor.

"Well, of course, my name, Veronica, if nothing else, I should have been here for decades, and if in doubt, come to me. Veronica shrugged.

"Fnamuir. With that, Fona Muir turned his head to look into the distance of the bazaar.

"Ahh Veronica's sudden response made Veronica a little unresponsive, but subconsciously asked in confusion.

"Name. Fnamuir's gaze still did not leave the chaotic ground of the distant market.

"Okay, Mr. Fnamuir, this is your dish, it should be enough, right?" Passing the basket to Fnamuir, Veronica asked again.

"Oh, good, your gold. Taking the basket, Fona Muir tossed the bag of gold coins that Aurora had given him to the table in front of Veronica.

"Ah, actually, it's just a gold coin. Glancing helplessly, Veronica took out a gold coin from her bag and returned it to Fnamuir.

"Oh, oh. With this, Fnamuir turned his head back again, and then reached out and took the basket and the gold coins, and then turned away.

"Well, let me see, Tibetan mutton, it should be right in front. Looking at the list in his hand, Fnamuir muttered to himself with a little confusion.

"Is this Tibetan mutton, stupid mortal?" Seriously, Fona Muir had a hard time distinguishing the types of meat, though Aurora had instructed him in detail.

The butcher standing in front of Fnamuir was stunned at first after hearing his question, and then scolded unceremoniously: "Do you have a problem with your brain?"

Listening, Fona Muir instantly raised a touch of killing intent, and then decisively stretched out his hand, and was about to kill the butcher, but suddenly felt someone hold his head: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is my brother, because he suffered an illness when he was a child, so he has some problems with his brain." ”

"Oh, that's right. In response, the butcher stepped back with a look of disgust, as if trying to distance himself from Fonnamuir.

"I'm sorry. After apologizing again, Don Quixote asked, "Do you have Tibetan mutton here?"

"Yes, yes, how much do you need?" Seeing that there was business to do, the butcher gently picked up the knife that was thrown aside.

"Hey, what are you doing here, Don Quixote?" After seeing the figure standing behind him, Fnamuir withdrew his dragon claws.

"The boss was afraid that something would happen to you, so he asked me to come over and take a look, and her guess was correct. After saying that, Don Quixote pointed to the tender-looking mutton on the table: "Three pounds is enough." ”

"Oh, okay, wait a minute. In response, the butcher took a knife and began to divide the lamb for them.

Unfortunately, her worries were unfounded. As he spoke, Fnamuir raised the cabbage in the basket in his hand: "See, the fruit of my victory." ”

"How can there be so many, didn't the boss say that a pound is good?" Don Quixote asked, but more helplessly.

"The more of this stuff, the better. In response, Fnamuir raised his hand to take the Tibetan mutton, and then put it in the basket: "How many gold coins?"

"Two gold coins. As he spoke, the butcher picked up the rag in his hand and wiped his palm.

"Oh, the king knows. In reply, Fnamuir took out two gold coins from his purse, and then shook them in front of Don Quixote's eyes as if ostentatiously before handing them to the butcher.

"It's pathetic. As he spoke, the butcher pointed to his head, and then looked sympathetically at Funa Muir.

"Thank you, this kind of thing, no way. Smiling helplessly, Don Quixote took Funa Muir and left.

"Let's take a look at what we're going to buy next. Reaching out to take the basket, Don Quixote asked.

"Oh, golden squash, one, salmon, three, big shell snails, three pounds, clams, one pound, shallots, two pounds, well, that's all. With that, Fnamuir put away the note full of ingredients again.

"Don't mess it up this time, it's just buying the ingredients you missed in the morning. Shaking his head helplessly, Don Quixote looked up at the slowly rising sun: "I haven't been swept out of the house until now, I really want to thank the boss." ”

"Thank you, it's an honor for me to work for her. Grinning disdainfully, Fnamuir turned his head and pounced on a small shop that bought food: "It looks like this is delicious, this king wants to buy it." ”