It's been a year since we last met. Not to mention the changes in Sinloth himself, this young businessman is a little more mature than when they first met.

Lawrence has a good talent, and he may be a natural businessman. Alone, with his bag on his back, relying on his mind and eloquence, he went to the unknown distance to seek his own opportunities. And the time of this year has obviously not been in vain, just from his attributes, you can see it lightly.

Sinlos looked at the young man's fourteenth treasure, and his heart was full of thoughts. Although it is still not as good as Claes, there are really few people in Ireland who can be higher than him in terms of finances. What's more, Lawrence is a native of Desmond, so he is also relieved to use.

"How's this time going?" Sinloth looked at Lawrence, the young man's face full of wind and a little smug. Even though he already had the answer in his mind, Sinloth tentatively asked, "How about going back to Desmond, I'm short of manpower here." ”

Sinloth was watching Lawrence, and Lawrence was also looking at Sinloth. The aristocracy in front of him has really changed a lot, and it has only been a long time, although it is still that silhouette, but the temperament has become so much not only has the appearance become softer and more beautiful, but the whole person even seems to be radiating light. Even if you hide in the crowd, you can always be seen lightly.

Is this the aristocracy from the royal capital?

Pedestrians saw a nobleman come over to talk to the stall owner, and the pedestrians who were afraid of getting into trouble left one after another. Lawrence smiled bitterly in his heart, and replied to the viscount, "Thank you for your help and kindness before, but Lord Van Zhuo. I hope I mean that my experience and abilities are not enough. I want to work on myself again. ”

The merchant stooped and saluted, and his words were tactful. But Sinloth could still feel the faint unwillingness. It would be unwise to reject a nobleman so bluntly. It's just that the young businessman obviously can't fully control his feelings, and his blood is very light, and he overcomes his reason.

It's a pity, but that day he chose Claes, and Lawrence has some resentment in his heart. What will happen to the other nobles, Sinlos doesn't know. But he didn't mean to pursue it, so if he didn't want to, he wouldn't want to.

He wasn't going to force it.

"Don't push yourself too hard, come back if you're tired. Either way, Desmond is your home. After a few casual words, Cynroth immediately turned the subject to buying and selling: "You seem to have a lot of novelties here. Can you show me? ”

"Delightfully, my lord."

Ellie looked at the delicate gadgets in front of her, her eyes full of longing. The eldest daughter hugged her father's thighs and kept rubbing her little face back and forth.

"Dad, those are so cute, Ellie wants them so much."

Sinloth rubbed the little guy's head, and almost agreed in a moment of excitement. But Izaris's prophecy made the viscount extremely concerned, although she herself said the prophecy of the creator god, the prophecy can be changed. But the maid or something, it's still too much. The Viscount, who felt that he was too lenient with his eldest daughter, felt that he needed to be strict with Ellie.

Sinlos thought for a moment and held out three fingers to the eldest daughter: "You can only buy three"

The father's cousin undoubtedly disappointed the daughter. The two golden ponytails that were originally spiritual also hung softly on Ellie's shoulders, as dejected as the master. Seeing his daughter's disappointed look, Xinluos felt as if he had been trampled by countless mammoths. The fragile heart was crushed and injured round after round. The heart that was originally as hard as stone was also extremely shaken, after a harsh ideological struggle. The viscount trembled and opened his palm: "Five, no more." ”

"Whew"

Ellie pouted. But he no longer argued, but pulled his sister, squatted happily on the ground, and kept choosing.

"Hey, Nanorka, hurry up and look at this, this mud dog looks like Stoka, let's put it at the head of the bed."

"Hey, what is this, it looks so fierce, let's take this to scare Lloyd at night."

"Well, it's all so funny, I really want to take it all home."

"Sister, if you like it, I can do it for you."

The two little ones were whispering together, and Cynroth didn't intend to disturb them, but took Mariana's hand and began to make his own selection.

Lawrence was clearly targeted, clearly targeting the children and women. But there is a reason for the trader to do this, and these things that are always popular with children are the most suitable for a small merchant like him, compared to those goods that are hugely profitable but prone to accidents. For such a small businessman, any mistake in decision-making can mean that years of hard work are in vain.

Lawrence's idea was not wrong, and he must have earned a good income by bringing these goods to the Autumn Harvest Festival. But not for Mariana.

Needless to say, Sinloth himself has no love for these things at all. And Mariana, who is long past that age, is no different. Although she had been trying hard to adjust to her position as a lady on weekdays, she clearly preferred the practical swords and armor to the cute little objects.

That's not going to work.

"Lawrence, you seem to have been to a lot of places. Do you have any interesting non-Irish specialties here? ”

"There are a few, but I'm afraid it won't get into your eyes."

"It's okay, take it out and take a look."

Lawrence hesitated, then took out several boxes from the carriage and placed them in front of Sinloth. Sinlos opened it and found it to be a portrait, a sword hilt, and several broken scrolls.

Except for that portrait, the other two can be said to be of the first grade of broken copper and iron. And although the portrait has delicate brushwork, it has not been well maintained under the washing of time. The face of the portrait has long been blurred.

It's just that the person who painted undoubtedly put a lot of effort into it, even though he can no longer see the face. But permeated in a gorgeous black dress. The melancholy next to the beautiful blonde girl wearing a red rose-shaped hair ornament could not be dissipated. In a trance. Sinlos felt as if the next moment, the girl in the painting would come out of the painting and come to this chaotic world.

Sinloth wondered, and the half-hung mage let out his thoughts, trying to feel if there were any traces of magic on it. But after a few attempts, I still failed.

It's probably just a more expressive painting.

Sinloth glanced a little and noticed that there were still a few lines of small print on the back of the portrait, but the words and grammar used were too cold. Although it is somewhat similar to the imperial Chinese, it is not exactly the same, but it is somewhat close to the works before the ancient empire.

"O people who have obtained the key, please follow the following instructions and go to the Golden Country for the first night and the second night to return the witch to eternal sleep and rest, my favorite."

It's too vague to be recognizable.

[Portrait: An ancient portrait whose origins predate even before the ancient empire, originally seemed to contain some secrets. But with the wash of time, any secret loses its meaning. Love too. Whether it is hatred or not, every qiē is reduced to nothingness. 】

It seems to be a testimony of a bloody drama, so buy it. Anyway, since it is a work before the ancient empire. Although it is not well preserved, there is always a minimum collection value.

Thinking so, Sinloth motioned for Lawrence to wrap himself up. Turned to the second thing. That strange hilt.

It's really just a sword hilt.

Sinloth looked at the hilt of the sword over and over again, though he couldn't tell from the vague inscription when it was written. However, judging from the preservation of the hilt, it is at most the product of several decades. Something like that. Why would Lawrence take it out and sell it?

As if seeing Sinloth's doubts, the merchant naturally began to answer for the viscount. It's just that it's not Lawrence, it's the guy who has been hiding behind Lawrence, wearing a cloak. The woman covering her head and face said to the viscount in a somewhat hoarse voice: "This sword has been destroyed, and its owner is long gone. However, what is meaningful is not the sword itself, but the meaning behind the sword. ”

"This hilt is actually a testimony that no matter how the times change, human beings are always making progress. But these improvements aren't always correct, and the more you add a block, the harder it will be to add them later. Especially when the bottom piece is not too appropriate, the accurate way is to let it collapse in advance, so as not to let the building blocks be too high and too large and fall irretrievably, which can give the next stack of accumulated space. Are you right? ”

"The transfer of the demon world is destined to fail, although he is already dead, but the accident of being able to leave this sword hilt can be regarded as a warning for future generations." It's just that this passage is too vague and uses strange slang that Sinlos doesn't understand at all.

After you say this, the force of this sword hilt is different in an instant. From a broken piece of copper and iron to a relic of the predecessors, listening to this woman's meaning, it seems that this thing has some incomparably strong historical significance. Collecting something like this should be a very memorable thing.

However, it was just a broken hilt and was of little use.

[Eleno: The destroyed dagger of Miè, in itself, is a testament to a legend. However, now it is useless. Perhaps, you can use it as a latch? 】

"So this young lady, how much is this sword hilt?"

The cloak woman stretched out her hand and gestured, "A silver coin." "It seems that although the mouth is blowing, this young lady has not forgotten that it is just a rotten sword hilt.

It's okay, so let's keep it first. Just buy a piece of iron, and find a chance to return to the furnace in the future. Sinloth motioned for Lawrence to wrap up the hilt of his sword and continued to look at the last few scrolls. ，

Lawrence probably really has a talent for collecting rags, and the things he picked up are all Xinluos's knowledge is quite high, but he can't understand what is written on it at all. And the tattered appearance has reduced a lot of points for its already low impression.

"So this young lady, do these scrolls have anything to say?"

"It's just a very ordinary scroll, probably written down by some monks, and it was passed on by accident, and we don't know much about these things."

We? Where is this slang and why is it so strange.

Sinloth looked left and right, and finally decided to buy it. Not because the viscount was hit in the head by a mammoth, but

[Ancient Dead Sea Texts: Scriptures co-authored by the angel Ivas and the angel Rodin.] Originally, there were hundreds of volumes, but unfortunately in the last holy war, most of them were destroyed in the war, and only a few survived. 】

It's Aihuas! Evas in the mouth of that Bapo angel! Andiel and Xanalot seemed to know something, but they wouldn't say it, and so did the damn orb of light. In that case, let him do it himself.

Take this thing back and study it, and maybe you can tell where Ivus came from.

"Then give me this bag too"

"The nobles from the royal capital are of this level, and they actually exchange these useless things on the carpet. Let me think, are you going to use these things that look old to disguise them as family inheritance? ”

Before Sinloth could finish speaking, a somewhat familiar voice came from behind him. But he wasn't too familiar, at least Cynroth couldn't figure out who it was. As soon as the viscount turned around, what he saw was

"It turned out to be our fierce lion, why don't you catch rabbits in the forest, what are you doing in a human city?" (To be continued......)

ps: Recommend, click, collect, let's have to have a reward and a monthly pass would be better, silently stretch out your claws