Draenor covered the sniper gun hanging behind him with a blanket, and followed Jeanne into the crowd of people who were on their way to Battery Market.

The people around him looked yellow and thin, but still dressed in decent dresses, and the spear-wielding members of the "Battery Family" stood guard at the gate of the town to scrutinize the belongings of the passers-by, and it seemed that trying to fool them out was more complicated than expected.

As the crowd moved, Jeanne and Draenor finally reached the gate of the town, and the guard in brown tuxedo noticed the two and approached with the pitch-black spear.

"Conduct a routine search and explain the purpose."

The dogtail guard made a "stop passing" gesture to the crowd in front of him, looking Draenor up and down at his tall figure.

"Wine merchant in Spiritwater Town, let's buy some clothes for our friends in town, that's all."

Draenor feigned composure and raised his hands above his head to avoid arousing suspicion.

"I don't remember that there were white-skinned people in Spiritwater Town, lying on the wall and being searched!" The guard brushed the sage to his lips and said viciously to an innocent-looking Draenor, seemingly non-negotiable.

As he approached the other side, Draenor hid his arm behind him, and the guard immediately raised his guard and pointed his spear at Draenor's head.

"Hey, hey, don't be nervous! I just wanted to do something at the bazaar, and if you could give me a helping hand, it would be a lot easier. ”

Draenor frowned slightly and smiled bitterly, slowly pulling his arm out from behind him, carrying a bag full of bags and dangling it in front of the guards.

The sound of gold coins colliding with each other was like the song of a fairy, and no one could resist the temptation of gold, especially these bad guys who regarded money as their life. Seeing the raised eyebrows of his entourage, a wicked smile appeared on Draenor's face.

"It's a fine day, and it would be nice to spend a little money on some wine to taste, wouldn't it?"

Draenor deliberately approached the guards, and when the other party lowered the weapon in his hand, he quickly stuffed four gold coins into the pocket of the guard's coat with the dogtail in his mouth.

The man pinched the gold coins in his pocket through his clothes, and then smiled, "Brother, this is the first time you have come to the market, right?" It seems that he is a rich master, and it has been really hot enough in the past two days, and he finally came across a great opportunity, or let me take the two of you to walk around the market, right? ”

This answer was somewhat unexpected by Draenau, who had only thought of bribing the guards a little so that he and Jeanne could go over, but he didn't expect that this guy would have time to go shopping with him, even if they were wearing high-end doxedos, these people were still dog-like ruffians.

However, there was nothing wrong with agreeing to him, Draenor was worried that he would not have a chance to figure out the layout of the market, and it was more convenient to have someone to accompany him as a guide, and besides, having a guard with him would avoid arousing the suspicion of others.

"If your Excellency has nothing important, we will gladly accept your kindness." Draenor put away his purse and followed the guards towards the bazaar.

The guard carried his spear behind his back and led the two out of the crowd. The bazaar unfolds along the street in a cross shape, flanked by colourful stalls, and haphazardly erected wooden poles on the ground support a crimson veil through which the sun shines through and stains the vendors' cheeks crimson.

The whole bazaar looked very oppressive, it was very different from the market that Draenor remembered, the people looked serious from the moment they entered the city gate, and the only people who seemed to walk the streets and alleys were the men of the Lycos tribe, and Draenor with the appearance of a foreigner had little place here.

Fearing for Jeanne's safety, Draenor swept away the only woman on the street, and gently reached out to pull Jeanna closer, lest he be careless and call someone from unknown sources to abduct her.

"Mr. Delaenau, don't worry too much, I'm in charge." Jeanne smiled at Draenor and reached down to cover the hood behind her neck.

Draenor noticed a conspicuous clothing shop that was embroidered with traditional Lycos patterns and tassels that should suit his needs.

He approached the shop and looked around, but there was no sign of the shopkeeper, and just as he reached out to feel the texture of his clothes, a rattan whip suddenly struck him on the arm.

Draenor quickly withdrew his arm, leaving a crimson blood mark on his palm, and before he could react to what was happening, he saw an old woman slowly walking out from the shadow of the wall.

"If you touch it, you have to pay for it, one eighth of the gold of 'Abamu'!"

The old woman grinned at Draenor, the foaming stars in her mouth spurting into the air, a mouthful of rotten teeth that looked like rocks in the desert.

Draenor had heard the same thing from the mouths of traveling merchants, and it seemed that there was some kind of indescribable tacit understanding between the profiteers, and even some people wondered if they had received some kind of training such as "profiteer training class". A closer look reveals that although the clothes have been simply washed and repaired, there are still some blood stains and holes, which are obviously not sewn by the old woman's own hands, but more like "trophies" taken from some victim.

The price of clothes was cheap in the eyes of the Lycos, who seemed to think that the clothes of the dead would bring bad luck, but in such a scarce situation, all of them had no choice. Draenor caught a glimpse of the clothes in the next few shops, and all of them looked pretty much the same, none of them were not stained with blood.

In comparison, the clothes in the old woman's shop were relatively clean, and the filth on those clothes at least did not emit any obvious smell. This robe-like garment is called "Abamu" by the Lycos, which is supposed to mean simplicity and purity, and is worn by most of the Lykos of Abel, and there is nothing more appropriate to wear it if you want to fit perfectly into the life of the natives.

But then again, who does this old aunt look down on? Even if he was dealing with an elderly man who was much older than himself, the "hospitality" of indiscriminately waving the whip made Draenor a little annoyed.

It seems that this old woman deserves a painful lesson, and I believe that the unique way of exchanging money from strangers can make this profiteer taste a little bitter.

Draenor took two thumb-sized gold coins from his pocket, threw them in front of the old woman, and then pointed to some of the clothes hanging on the wall and said to her, "These two men's clothes and those two dresses, plus a pair of men's boots and a hat, all pack for me!" Replace the rest with the smallest change, and take all of it! ”

The old woman excitedly put away the two gold coins that had fallen to the ground, turned around and took off the clothes with a wooden pole, wrapped them in a cloth bag, and handed them to Draenor. It seemed that she didn't expect that the strange stranger in front of her turned out to be a master who was not short of money, so she quickly straightened up, pointed to other goods, and said to Draenor, "Fine cashmere jacket, high heels!" The whole nine yards! Buy more, distinguished guests, and I'll live with the money. ”

All profiteers have the same line, Draenor did not come to this poor gathering place to do charity, he ignored the old woman's entanglement, stretched out his hand and repeated solemnly

"I said, exchange all the extra money for change, and take all the money!"

After pestering for nearly half an hour, the old woman finally reluctantly chopped the extra gold coins into one-sixteenth pieces. Pulling out the broken gold coins and stuffing them in his pocket, Draenor glanced at the profiteer and left the shop with Jeanne satisfied.

The guards led the two of them around and walked towards the city gates, surrounded by people who did not look like honest characters, and the goods in the shops were all filth of unknown origin, guns, knives, and some valuable jewelry stained with mud and blood, and it was obvious that this was the place where the robbers traded.

Gotta get out of here, go back to the train and leave it all behind.

"By the way, sir, recently our bazaar is holding an annual auction meeting, where all kinds of rare treasures will be displayed. Seeing that you are so generous, you must also be a successful businessman, and if you are willing to participate, I am happy to lead the way for the two of you. ”

As Draenor was about to reach the city gate, the guard's face suddenly showed an extremely uncomfortable smile, based on this reaction, it must be that the auction was not a gathering place for ordinary people. Draenor still wanted to avoid getting involved with some unknown person, and undoubtedly refused the guard's invitation.

"Thank you very much for the invitation, but we just need to buy some simple clothes, time constraints, and the auction or something."

His instinct told him that the auction was far more complicated than he had imagined, and that he had to leave this place of right and wrong now that he had bought what he needed.

"That's a pity......"

The guard stayed where he was and paced left and right for a moment, then he spat out the sage in his mouth to the side of the street, and continued as he looked at the tall bell tower in the center of town,

"This time, we have gained some unexpected 'valuables' from the tomb of the eldest king, and since you insist on leaving, it seems that there is no need to keep them."

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