Heather didn't know that she had stirred up the fighting spirit of the two protagonists.

On Sunday morning, he avoided the crowds and slipped out to No. 4 Street, near the Sky Arena.

Heather has an unknown hobby, and that is that he likes to visit markets.

It's not a big mall that sells luxury brand clothing and shoes, but a market that sells all kinds of bits and pieces and street delicacies, reflecting the local folk customs. Well, it's also a pleasure to visit the morning market on your doorstep.

No. 4 Commercial Street is located four kilometers south of the Sky Arena, which is close to the civilian residential area and the port.

Heather was dressed in a gray hooded tracksuit and jeans, with her slightly curly black hair tied behind her head pinned with a black hairpin, and her bangs were four or six points revealing the black-framed glasses underneath. He walked and stopped, squatting down from time to time to look at the small goods on the stall.

There are hardly any large and precious objects or antiques here, let alone swords and guns, most of them are fakes that fool outsiders, but Heather had a good time shopping, and it was a good experience for him to get advice.

After all, there are everyone in the market, as long as you don't care about the truth or falsehood, you can get a lot of information by listening to the small talk of the people around you.

"Oh little brother, just take a look, huh? If you have a fancy to it, tell your uncle that your uncle dares to pat his chest to ensure that the stalls are all genuine. ”

Heather stopped again in front of a carpet, and the stall owner, a bearded man, saw a fat sheep come to the door and hurriedly shouted.

Heather casually picked up a short knife with a strange shape and looked at it: "Bian's knife? Really, uncle? ”

Bian Nidolon is a murderer more than a hundred years ago, and Bian's knife is his own brand. As a swordsmith, Bian Doron forged a knife and engraved a number for each person he killed, and he forged a total of 288 Bian knives in his lifetime.

The numbered knife was sold in the shop, along with his other swords. Later, in prison, he said: "It was the victim's sorrow and expression that inspired me. Since then, his works have been collected by people with unique preferences. Although it is difficult to get positive reviews because Bian's knife was created by a murderer, it is still collected by many avid collectors and has become an unknown masterpiece. Even if the price is based on the number, it will fetch at least 5 million rings.

But Heather has already come to the conclusion that the dagger is a fake.

Because he didn't see any remnants of the nian qi on the knife after using 'condensation', many famous products like this will be entangled with the maker's residual nian qi, which will not disappear for a hundred years. This trick was learned by him when he picked up the leaks in the comics.

"Of course it's true, uncle, can I still lie to you as a teenager?" The bearded stall owner had a bold smile on his face: "Look at you pretty boy, this Bian's knife is numbered backward again, and three million rings are cheaper for you!" ”

Dry! I'm wearing [Superman's invisibility glasses] Can you still see that I'm pretty? Heather rolled her eyes, put the knife down and picked up an old book, the cover of the book was a little old and faded, and a line of words was printed in bright red font on the pure gray background - "Those Vanishing Divine Weapons".

Heather picked up the old book and shook it, leaving a large cloud of dust: "If you dare to say that this book is also an antique, I will call the police uncle to come over!" ”

Tsk, another nasty spill picker. The bearded stall owner sat back on the small bench with a staring at the dead fish eyes, picked up the newspaper again, and said without raising his head: "Three thousand rings, no price." ”

The broken book was popular for a while more than a decade ago, and now it has long since ceased to be published, and even the author has disappeared from the world. The ones sold on the market are all old copies, but the original sales volume was too large to almost interested people to have a copy, and the value could not be raised.

It just so happened that Heather had finished reading the novel he had brought, and he was very interested in this book as he had always liked to read strange stories, so he was too lazy to bargain early and simply paid for it and left. It was so neat that the bearded stall owner regretted why he didn't shout a few thousand more rings.

Both of them were not very happy, so much so that when they left, Heather and the bearded stall owner stretched out their left hands to each other, making international friendly gestures and saying goodbye affectionately, causing passers-by to turn back frequently.

Heather then browsed the other stalls, but there was nothing to look at. It was almost noon, so he simply bought some snacks at the market and packed them back to the Sky Arena.

After returning to the room, he threw the book on the table, and then put the packaged snacks away, Heather crossed his waist and nodded, this is called visiting the market!

Located in the Joske District, next to the Republic of Batocia, the Sky Arena has a pleasant climate and a street food scene that is very different from the one in Flashtown.

Five deep-fried rice balls, a snack made with rice and meat sauce mixed together and fried until golden brown with a coating, are usually filled with some filling, and Heather bought these fried rice balls with the famously mellow Yosque cheese, gottory bacon minced meat, and sweet fish skin.

A Batochia doughnut, a specialty of the neighboring Republic of Batochia, is made from flour and mashed potatoes mixed with cream and sprinkled with icing sugar on the outside.

A small box of ink ball olives (about 10 pieces), soaked in brine and marinated with cumin and cocoa herbs, a refreshing snack that is particularly anti-greasy.

Five skewers of gatorio kebabs, a meat eater's favourite with spicy chunks of meat wrapped in sage leaves and cheese sausages wrapped in a thin layer of smoked bacon and seasoned with local chili peppers.

Two 15-centimeter-long sausages, made with minced pork mixed with chopped onions, seagull herbs, salt and pepper, and grilled over charcoal on a grill smeared with bacon.

Finally, there is a large box of Momo gummies, Heather bought a fruit-flavored mixture, each beautiful gummy with a bright color is wrapped in shredded coconut, sweet but not greasy, it is a good snack.

After eating and drinking, Heather threw a piece of Momo gummies into her mouth, sat down on the couch and flipped through the book "Those Vanishing Divine Weapons".

"Hmm...... Lychee flavor? It's okay. ”

The book is not very thick, at 122 pages in total, and it is divided into detailed details of the magical weapons that have disappeared into history and turned into legends, some of which are even illustrated. There are many legends and myths that seem very interesting, and Heather has watched them with relish, such as-

[Stinging Bee] - a sacred object worshiped by the Crodivar clan about 1,500 years ago, this is an artifact given by their belief in the [Poisonous Bee Goddess Sinla], taken from the bee needle of Sinla's pet giant bee.

Legend has it that as long as you are hit by this bee needle. Even if you just scratch the skin, you will be infected with a total of 17 toxins, and the types of toxins vary from one time to another, including the deadly poison that seals the throat with blood and the super paralyzing toxin that can paralyze an elephant instantly with just a little bit.

But with the extinction of the Krodiva clan in the tribal war, the enshrined dagger was nowhere to be found. Nowadays, many folklorists and historians believe that the "stinging bee" is just a fictitious artifact invented by the Crodivar clan to deter rival tribes, and its substance is a bone dagger smeared with strange poison and deliberately carved into the shape of a bee needle.

[Cold River Gentian] - the supreme artifact of the Gubarot Empire 2,000 years ago, the cross spear held by the [Winter King Theon] in the mythology of Barot. The spear is 3 meters long, and the whole body is made of green gold unique to the fairy village, and the whole cross spear exudes a violent cold air at all times, and it is said that it can create snow disasters and cold winter as long as it is waved, and it has been enshrined on the top of the winter cold tower of the royal capital for many years.

Successive emperors of the Gubarot Empire would visit the Winter Tower on the day of their accession to the throne to worship this spear, and in this way, they would receive the power of ice from the Winter King.

The Gubarot Empire, which lasted 470 years, eventually fell apart due to civil strife. According to the unearthed text, on the day of the destruction of the empire, the Winter Cold Tower was struck by lightning that appeared in the sunny day, and the tower body was damaged, and the [Cold River Gentian] was also missing. On that day, Barot XIV was assassinated, the royal family was encircled and exterminated by rebels, and the largest empire in the world collapsed.

Heather flipped another page, and always felt that these divine weapons recorded in the book were a little strange.

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