"The arrogant ignorant always thinks that the world revolves around him, and thinks that he is the protagonist of the story, but he does not know that the person who thinks this way is just a pathetic clown. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Darius, I don't see that you're still such a naïve person. ”

The female mage was put in front of him by Darius, and then put her hands around her waist to hold the reins, and rode forward through the village, although Althea was ashamed, but she also knew that she could not help the man behind her at this time, but she still unceremoniously sarcastic.

"That's why I said, this inexplicable sense of superiority in you is the most annoying, everyone should be the protagonist of life, and fate is fair to everyone."

"Fair?"

Althea laughed disdainfully, then stretched out her white arm and pointed to the primitive village, "The descendants of the powerful are born with superior blood, enjoy the most comfortable accommodation and the most exquisite food, even if they do nothing all their lives, they can enjoy a luxurious life and die. ”

"And these people, who face the torture of cold and hunger all the time, struggle to survive, and don't know when they will be killed by disease or monsters, is this what you think is a fair fate?"

"What? Don't you think that's fair? I don't think there is any difference between these two destinies, the good material conditions can create moths in batches, and the real strong can crawl out of the abyss of suffering...... Forget it, I won't argue with you about this, otherwise it will be further and further away. ”

Darius beckoned behind him, pointed to an open space in front of him, and shouted to the porters, "Just put the goods in this place, move lightly, don't knock the bucket down." ”

The natives of the Splithoof were not allowed to enter the village, so Hermes assigned him a group of porters, who gently placed the barrels in the place indicated by Darius, and the dozen or so large oak barrels, each nearly a meter high, were filled with ale from several towns around Noxus City, and if transported to several northern provinces, these dozen barrels could sell for more than thirty gold coins.

This is already a considerable amount of money, you must know that Darius did not spend a single gold coin a month in the lower city, which shows that Hermes is not bad to himself, but it is really difficult to say what he can trade with these wines.

It depends not only on whether there really is anything good in the village, but also on how well the female mage Althea cooperates.

Although the village was wary of the arrival of caravans, in the wasteland, caravans were their only means of communication. So many natives took goods out of their homes and went to the caravans to seek trade.

The appearance of these natives was somewhat similar to that of the Indians of Darius's previous life, with darker skin tones and a penchant for applying various colors of oil paint to their bodies, and many of them expressed a strong interest in the barrel behind Darius.

Wine is made using a lot of grains or fruits, which are lacking in the wilderness, and the natives here do not make wine, so wine has a strong attraction for them.

So the natives began to ask Darius if he would be willing to exchange all sorts of things.

Originally, Darius was worried that Althea would not help, but when the natives came, Althea took the initiative to walk up to Darius and help him look at it.

"A necklace made of black-backed wolf teeth, this thing can probably sell for a few silver coins, of course, provided that you meet a stupid person with a bad aesthetic taste."

"Oh, what is this, petrified snake lizard heart, I don't think anyone will be interested except the necromancer."

"Oh my God, my protagonist, you're in front of you with a moorland fox's fur, and it's fitting to make a hat, but it's only a women's hat at this size."

………………

Well, although the woman was talking in a weird way, she was really helping to check the gates, and Darius ignored the rest of her every sentence, but he could still bear it.

None of the things he had seen so far had piqued Darius's interest, and there might be a few things that could be sold for more than a few things after being exchanged, but Darius was not a businessman, so he didn't need to make the difference at all, so he didn't move.

Seeing Darius's constant rejection of the natives' requests for trade, these people probably knew that this person was picky, so they all slowly dispersed and went to try their luck with other merchants, and the place in front of Darius gradually became deserted.

The mage was idle, and seeing that no one had come for a long time, she found a clean barrel, and sat down, her hands propped on the edge of the barrel, her two delicate legs folded, and gently shook her legs, striking the barrel with her heels.

"Oh, fate doesn't seem to give some people much face."

Darius looked at Althea with some amusement, and since he had slept with her all night, he had always felt that her behavior had become much more emotional, than the female mage who had always seemed cold and mysterious before.

"Just because fate is fair, it doesn't give face to anyone, aren't we just a normal business activity now? Why do you have to worry about fate, and sometimes, good luck will come inadvertently, and it's not a bad thing to stay a little longer. ”

Sure enough, after rejecting a few more natives, Darius finally saw something of interest.

It was a sturdy local carry, and from the workmanship and decoration of the box, it was clear that it was certainly not the product of the natives, but from civilized society, and the natives opened the box and filled it with a mess of things.

A bowler-capped fur hat, a pair of monocles, tent tools and canvas, and a few copper and silver coins, and...... A pistol.

He probably guessed where this thing came from, although the natives are primitive, they generally don't bother to do things that make money and kill people, and nine times out of ten, this aboriginal met the remains of a wasteland traveler somewhere, and then brought the relics back.

Some of the natives in this village carried exquisite weapons and textiles, in addition to trading, many of them were picked up in the wasteland.

Darius was not interested in anything else, he took the gun directly into his hand, it was a silver-white revolver, a total of six rounds, and it was unusually heavy in his hand, which should be the reason for the addition of some special metal to the gunshot.

When natives pick up weapons from dead travelers, they generally keep them as heirlooms rather than exchange them for things, because the weapons made outside are much better than those they build themselves.

But the exception is the guns, because in the villages they have a fatal flaw - they do not replenish ammunition here.