In fact, if you think about it, it has always been a misconception that Cheese thinks that he is rich in money. When he was in the lion, he was either related to the commander of the Frost Guardian or could talk to local lords like Lothar on an equal footing, and when he was not in the royal capital, he also had witches to provide logistical support. In addition, the places he went to were inaccessible, and there were not many places on the grassland where money could be used. Gold and silver may be hard currency for the steppe people, but compared with cattle and sheep, the tribes in the deep steppe do not have as much foreign trade demand, and these precious metals are more regarded as a manifestation of wealth.

When it comes to Rush, it's a different story, it's a huge city, a huge commercial city, where money can't buy everything, but you can buy goods that are more difficult to buy than most of the region. And the people gathered here are all in demand for goods, so the circulation of money is extremely huge, and it is not so much a place where hundreds of rivers converge, but a place where hundreds of gold streams converge. Here, no one talks to you about favors, or those favors must have a prior condition as the basis, the amount of property. Is it powerful? Maybe it's just because it was built for wealth.

In short, after paying for the lodging, the men had little cash, such as gold and silver coins, and they had to either sell the gifts they had brought from the steppe or find something to earn money for the expenses of this time. This is still on the basis that they only need three meals, and if there are other expenses, it is difficult to say that these are enough. Money, Cheese had never thought it was fatal, as a spellcaster, how could he ever be bothered by money? But it couldn't be helped, this was not his tower, and there were no friends he knew here, he had to solve this problem with his companions.

"Speaking of which, where did you keep your horses?" asked Cheese, walking down the street built by the dwarves. They consciously walked in a row, so as to reduce the possibility of being hit by a speeding cart.

Jian Qi, who was walking in the front, immediately replied after hearing the question, "Just west of Exit 3 of Iron Felt Avenue, there is a horse shop, the name seems to be..."

"The hoof of Charon, marked by a half-sheep man with a bow. The man who received us yesterday was called Mail, and he had a tattoo of a caravan on his arm. The shoes on my feet are very new, as if I had just bought them. Atta quickly added that she had her own memories of yesterday, such as the sword seeker might notice the tattoos on the other's hands, but not necessarily the new shoes on their feet. If that pair of shoes is critical.

This is the end of the conversation for now, because they have no intention of confirming it now. This is not to say that they are completely at ease with the horse shop, but under the guarantee of the dwarves, if this Caron's hoof cannot be safe, with the current understanding of the city, there is nothing they can do. Even the anxiety to repeatedly check the condition of the horse may attract the attention of others.

In fact, by human standards, as long as there are more than five dwarves on a street, it can be called full of people, not to mention that the street is basically full of dwarves. Of course, this statement is biased, not that the dwarves are noisy, only the dwarves who have drunk are noisy, and most of the dwarves are quiet and bizarre when they are not drinking. It's just that the way they drink is too impressive, and there are always quite a few blacksmith shops and related industries in the places where the dwarves gather, which leads to the constant sound of blacksmithing in the vicinity, and the combination of the two makes people feel noisy.

"Look, there. The two of them followed Atta's fingers and saw a somewhat out of place shop on the rust-smelling street. It looked like a shop selling blankets, and tapestries, blankets, and other textiles and fur objects of unknown use formed a large patchwork outlining the storefront. Only then did they remember that when they looked at the street signs before, they found that the felt of the iron felt avenue was not the anvil used when striking iron, but the meaning of felt. And everyone, including Cheese, took it as a subtle mistake, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Shall you take a look?" asked Cheese for his companion's opinion. They don't have anything important to deal with anyway, even if they want to make money, it doesn't mean that they can earn it, and they can't be in a hurry.

In fact, his question was a bit redundant, because by the time he asked, Atta and their footsteps were already approaching the storefront. When I got closer, I realized that there was no sign or store name on the exterior wall of the shop, only a large number of fabrics hanging compactly and a more colorful interior space in the semi-open door. Just standing outside the shop and looking inside is reminiscent of a giant spider's nest covered in cobwebs, and these tapestries seem to be the silk threads behind the spider in the room, and anyone who unconsciously steps into them because of their charm will be sucked dry by the monster hidden behind the blanket.

As it turned out, Cheese's terrifying fantasies about spiders were entirely delusional of murder, and perhaps he had seen them in the underground caverns of Vale, but the tapestry shop in front of him was not a cover for some evil insect to hide his whereabouts. When they walked in, they saw only a lazy old dwarf woman smoking a hookah, and the room was filled with a slightly sweet smell of smoke, but there was no smoke in sight, and she didn't want the smoke to drift onto the tapestry and stain the goods. Not only that, but it wasn't candles or oil lamps that lit the room, but a few rays of sunlight reflected off the translucent glass sheets placed on the roof, like the mirror-reflecting facilities in the Greylion Apothecary Association. The only difference is that the glass used by the dwarves in front of them is more delicate.

"You can see, but cats and men can't touch them, your hands are too dirty to sell. The female dwarf looked up at the team and said in a low, magnetic voice.

Kenqi and Cheese didn't care about this, they just followed in to admire the patterns on these tapestries, but Kailas's energy to work with people rose again, and he jumped to the armrest of the wide chair where the other party was sitting in three steps and two steps, and clasped his hands on his chest, "According to what you say, I'm afraid you can only sell these blankets to women." That's a loss of nearly two-thirds of the market all at once!"

The old dwarf lady was a little surprised by a talking cat, but she quickly reacted and put down the hookah in her hand, "As far as I know, men and women should be half and half, where is the two-third? Don't you think that most of the people who buy tapestries in this world are men?"

"No, it's only a third of men, and a third of them are cats, and no cat wants to buy your blanket with your attitude. The cat fairy said as a matter of course, making Atta behind him cover his mouth and laugh.

"So I did lose quite a bit of my customers, maybe I should go out on the street and ask the dogs what they think of the blankets, maybe they would be interested. The old lady struck up with Kelas with interest, her face not angry, but rather glad that someone could talk to her. Dwarves are mostly like this, they don't seem to want to speak, but they just don't know how to speak.

Not to mention the ongoing discussion over which side of the pack has the most purchasing power, cats or dogs, the rest of the team has turned their attention to the blankets in the store. Even if you can't touch it with your hands, things that are so beautifully crafted that you can feel pleasure looking at them are artistic enough. While Kenqi gradually shifts his attention to the large tapestry of the narrative genre, Cheese stands in front of a blanket for a long time.

It was a dark-toned blanket, probably made of the leather of a bear or similar animal, but it didn't matter what the specific material was, what mattered was the pattern on the blanket. It depicts two humans, one tall and one short, doing something surrounded by a group of dwarves. And the robes worn by these two humans were deliberately dyed gray.