Pea Street, located south of Lord City, is a small bazaar.

Unlike Kensing's many shops, most of the shops here are street vendors.

Moreover, compared to the wide Kensing Street, Pea Street is much narrower, and it is difficult for horse-drawn carriages to pass through it normally.

So, Jason jumped out of the carriage at the corner of Pea Street.

"Jason, be careful."

Bundy whispered.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded in response, then closed the door as he told Finch, who was acting as the driver, "Be safe on the road." ”

"Understood, Excellency Jason."

Young people are assured.

Syllable!

Bones.

With a flick of the reins, the carriage quickly disappeared into the night.

Jason stood still, watching the carriage disappear, and then looked at Pea Street.

At this time, the vendors who set up the stalls have basically closed their stalls.

But there are still many people who carry huge burdens on their backs, or push wheelbarrows to walk on this street, unlike ordinary vendors, most of these people are strong and armed people, even if there are one or two thin ones, they also have a strange atmosphere, which makes people feel bad to mess with when they look at it.

Jason stood in the shadows, looking around silently.

Until Tanir appeared.

The deer academy teacher pushed a cart and looked around.

Apparently looking for Jason.

"Here."

Jason reminded aloud.

Taniel immediately followed the sound to Jason.

"Look,"

"The mask you wanted."

As if offering a treasure, Taniel took out an ice hockey mask.

It was a standard hockey hockey mask, with neat holes on the forehead and cheeks, and a scarlet red between the eyes.

Jason picked up the mask and put it on.

After a slight adjustment, a hidden comfort reappears.

It calmed him down instantly.

Tanier, who was standing in front of Jason, was stunned, because he had never realized that Jason was so suitable for an ice hockey mask.

"Your cloak."

Tanir handed over the cloak.

The cloak is not cheap, it is smooth to the hand, and there is no burden on the body, and more importantly, there are two inner linings on the shoulders, so that people cannot see the wearer's body shape at all.

After adjusting the 'Winchester Brothers', two 'MF92' and 'UZ submachine guns', Jason waited quietly for Taniel to change his outfit.

The same cloak, the mask is a clown.

"How?"

"The first time I watched a clown show as a kid, I fell in love with clowns."

"It's a pity ......"

"I don't have the talent to be a burlesque."

Taniel pointed to the red nose on his mask.

Jason looked at it and didn't say anything.

After all, for him, the 'clown' is more than just a comicman.

"Why so serious?"

Jason muttered unconsciously.

"What?"

Taniel was a little confused.

Jason shook his head silently, walked straight out of the shadows, and walked towards Pea Street.

"Why so serious?"

Taniel stood still and repeated the words.

Inexplicably, he liked this sentence very much.

He felt that he should fit well with this sentence.

After all, he had wanted to be a comic actor.

However, the next moment, when he saw that Jason had gone away, he immediately pushed the cart and chased after him.

"Wait for me!"

Taniel shouted.

Bones.

The wheels of the trolley turned rapidly, the tall and strong figure strode forward, the thin and tall figure chased quickly, and unconsciously someone set their eyes on the two.

However, when they saw the clown mask clearly, they looked away.

At most, stay on that weird hockey mask for a second or two.

"Guards?"

"Familiar with Taniel."

Jason thought about it and looked at 10 Pea Street, which was just a stone's throw away.

It is a three-story building, and it looks like the surrounding buildings, and although the windows are clean, they are all old.

At this moment, the second and third floors are lit up.

Jason could even see people walking back and forth on the second floor with food.

It's just that......

There were no footsteps.

Jason, who perceives more than twice as much as a normal person, is sure that what he sees is something like an apparition.

And as a mysterious side meeting place, it's normal to have these.

Retracting his gaze, Jason looked in front of him.

A small fence gate blocked the way.

Iron, with a lot of red rust spots.

The door was unlocked, but it was closed.

On the left doorpost, a handle hangs - this is the old-fashioned doorbell.

Jason didn't act rashly, and the brick looked at Taniel.

"Leave it to me."

Taniel said, pulling the handle.

With a slow pull, and two more speeds, after two times in a row, the iron fence in front of their door automatically opened.

Syllable!

As the fence opened, the door of the building, separated by a small flower bed, opened.

Taniel pushed the trolley straight in.

Jason followed.

Unobstructed along the way.

Walk through doors, hallways, halls, and ......

A ladder that rotates downward.

It's the kind of staircase with stairs on both sides and a flat plane in the middle.

Obviously, the organizers here have people like Taniel in mind who come with a trolley.

I walked down about a hundred steps.

A wooden door stood in the way.

Without Jason having to speak, Taniel stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock!

"Beard, hair, nails."

After knocking on the door, Taniel gave a strange code.

The next moment, the door opened.

And with the door, a chaotic sound instantly came to Jason's ears.

"Buying the 'Laugher' Claws!"

"Ask for the 'Trickster' tongue!"

"Buying 'Submariner' tentacles!"

……

It seems that he has eaten it all.

The taste is still very good.

Then, Jason's nose, hidden under the mask, twitched suddenly.

he

Smelled the food.

There are those who belong to the 'Laugher', those who belong to the 'Trickster', and those who belong to the 'Submariner', as well as the smell that he is not familiar with.

but

It's all delicious!

The corners of Jason's mouth turned up slightly.

Hidden under the hockey mask, he smiled unhesitantly.

"How?"

"Isn't it a surprise?"

"The first time I came, I was surprised."

"The pea bazaar—it's not what you see on the ground."

"Underground!"

"It's the real pea market!"

Taniel couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Jason, who was standing beside him, who was obviously a little stunned.

"Hmm."

"Somewhat surprised."

"I didn't expect there to be so many ......"

The voice faded away, and Jason was already striding inside.

The underground hall inside was large enough and boxy, and Jason could see thirty or forty stalls when he stood at the door.

There was also a huge tent in the center, and a big sign hung outside the tent -

1, 1 full fur of the Laugher (5 grams)

2, 1 serving of Ekze lizard venom sac (20 grams)

3, 1 portion of the whole wing bone of the durmela (20 grams)

4,1500 grams of Medea hair (50 grams)

5, 'Moon Mask' Club Details (No Official Info Required) (200 Jing)

(Note: Except for 5, the more the merrier - 'Sir Beta')

……

"That's what I said about the host's needs, and Sir Beta has always been generous."

As he spoke, Tanier stopped the trolley, removed the rope from it, and pulled out a banner.

'A panacea-mummy powder is made!' ’

'2 Jing 1 serving! ’

With the appearance of the banners, many people flocked to Taniel's stall.

"Fixed price!"

"No, no, no!"

"No bargain!"

Taniel said as he looked at Jason next to him: "You can go around first, open communication session, get midnight, if you need Jinke, I can lend you a little." ”

"No need."

Jason refused.

Through that big sign, as well as the surrounding hawkers, he probably knew the 'price'.

With his worth of 4 gold grams, 9 silver grams and 9 bronze grams, he can't even afford the fur of a 'laugher'.

And if you want to replenish your satiety, you need a lot of gold grams here.

Luckily, there's a good opportunity in front of us.

Jason's eyes were fixed on the big sign's Article 5, especially the one that didn't need to be labeled 'official'.

Then, he walked towards the tent.

What's wrong with no Jinke?

he

still

OK

Sell 'yourself' by yourself.

PS Feilong recommends a new book "My Daughter and I in the Last Days" drawn by his friend Sha Youzumi; Synopsis: The world has changed, in ruins, and my three-year-old daughter is calling: Dad, I'm hungry.