One of the girls ran briskly to the sailors of the Sparrow, pulling at the wet hem of her skirt with both hands, revealing a pair of ** feet, and staring at Cremar without shyness.

"Quick," the sailors encouraged, "Kerr, throw some money into her skirt!"

The ship's doctor grabbed Kremall's hand, "Don't," he said, "she'll get around you." ”

The sailors made disapproving drum noises.

"They are the daughters of a wandering merchant and a juggler," said the ship's doctor, as he walked away with Cremar, "only a little better than a prostitute." ”

"I'd rather see the bazaar. The otherworldly soul said it was true, and he was completely captivated by it.

The vendors in the bazaar set up their tents out of cowhides, a little from whale skins, and Kremar saw a halfling vendor selling wooden barrels arguing with his neighbors, he pointed to the ground, and danced with his hands, the lingua franca of the otherworldly soul was much better than it had been a month ago, but it was still a little difficult to understand with a thick accent like this, and he listened carefully for a while, and realized that the rent price of the field in the square was calculated according to the number of stones, each stone was one foot square, and each piece was a copper coin per day.

The merchant's neighbor was a silk maker, and his ribbons were wet with mead, and he had to wash and dry them, and the bamboo pole hanging from the ribbon went over his stone and hung above the barrel, and the water dripped from the ribbon, carrying with it a very unreliable dye, and as a result the barrel merchant's goods were dyed an unsightly blue, and looked like mold.

The quarrel was quickly drawn to the mead, who had his keg broken, but luckily the guards intervened before things could escalate to a fight, and the mead merchant was ordered to buy the stained cask, and as compensation, the Thread Merchant bought a pot of mead (which was actually just a sugar water mixed with cider, with only a small amount of honey).

Cremar noticed that each of the three men publicly handed over a copper coin to the guards, perhaps this was considered a mediation fee?

The boatswain and the sailor gathered around the halfling, and examined his barrel, which, in the midst of the argument and the shouting of the halfling, had more than once mentioned how strong and tight his barrel was, and how strong the iron hoop was on the outside, and the shiny rivets, the fragrant gums and wood. He swore to the sailors that if the barrels were used to store the liquor, the liquor would become more mellow, if it was used to store apples and oranges, they would remain bright and juicy even after three months, and if you would put some bacon, you would find that the aroma of wood would seep into it, as if it had been added to the most expensive spices.

It is worth mentioning that these barrels are equipped with iron rings for fixing ropes, which are rare for common people, and only ships need these inexpensive buckles......

Not only the halfling, but the whole bazaar was dominated by clever men who traded for sailors, and although they did not look much different from their counterparts elsewhere, one had to look at their wares—thin, breathable linen sleeveless shirts, cowhide boots, Loafers (with flat studs), chests with handles, wooden cups, horns, sturdy and wide belts, wide-brimmed hats, ribbons (sailors believed that these ribbons with charms and emblems were tied to their heads to ward off disease), silver bracelets three fingers wide, leather cords of various gems (stones), pins inlaid with them, straps (used to tie trouser hems and sleeves), herbs ground into powder to make balls...... They're almost always for a certain voyager.

Bears, sea lions, and monkeys dance under the command of a dwarf posed as a human child, colorful parrots talk to each other, and a crowd gathers around the bard in anticipation of the next chapter, so that they can see how the graceful beauty was torn to pieces by the ogres, but as the python is wrapped around her body, the almost naked dancer swings her waist and walks out of the tent, and their attention is attracted by the real ** and temperature.

A few shallow sea fish with dense white scales and gills were selling "water purifiers", and Cremar walked over to look at them, and found them to be dark green, slimy seaweed.

"This seaweed grows very quickly, and it must be cleaned regularly, otherwise it will only take a day or two to drink all the water in a barrel, and it will cause diarrhea if you drink too much," said the ship's doctor, who was glaring at him without hesitant of the medicine, "We use Mithril orbs that have been spelled with water," said the ship's doctor, "and it can be used repeatedly, but it needs to be re-enchanted and removed from the filth every voyage." ”

Magic Water Purifier, Cremar thought of the sweet water he drank every day on the boat and a pot of clean hot water for personal cleaning in the morning and evening.

-- Food and water are not necessary for this body.

- But I will still be thirsty and hungry, said the soul of the other world.

-- It's an illusion created by old memories.

- I want this, the Otherworldly Soul insisted, we almost emptied the purse of the Thieves' Guild of Sharp Jaws.

- We?, the lich asked.

If the soul has a color, then the other guest must be pink.

- No, the lich said, no.

Of course, things with Mithril and magic could not be bought in such a market, the bell tower on the west side of the square struck three times, the sun was setting in the west, and some merchants who were about to clear their goods began to leisurely pick up, but more people decided to hold on until the last moment, maybe there would be such a hurried buyer? The first mate, commissioned by the captain, had already bought everything and agreed to deliver it to the docks, the sailors' belts were stuffed to the brim, and then they were going to the steam room, which was a great place to relax, with lots of soft little hands waiting to massage every tense muscle in your body.

Only the ship's doctor and Kremar were left.

"I thought they were going to invite me. Cremar said.

"Come on, they know you're not the type to see people naked," the ship's doctor laughed, "and it's hot, humid, and a little stinky." You might prefer to go to the pharmacy with me?"

Of course, Cremar would have liked to, but to the souls of the other world, it was more of a spice shop than a pharmacy - bay leaves, ground to minced pieces, could be used as spices, for medicinal purposes it could cure colds, headaches, and bloating, roasted cured meats could be spiced off with a little rosemary, but it could also be refreshing, fennel was best used for fish soups, and was a great remedy for eye pains, and garlic, peppercorns, hawthorn, basil, ...... Most of the spices were dried and stored in wax-sealed clay pots, and some of the more expensive and perishable ones, such as myrrh and agarwood, were wrapped in wax paper and carefully hidden in a silver box inscribed with the Ilmote emblem (a gray tear).

The ship's doctor bought half a pound of garlic, basil, bay leaves, and a jar of elderberry jam (for the treatment of broken bones).

"I've got a little thyme honey here, ten ounces," said the shopkeeper, "and an ounce will cost you a gold coin." ”

The ship's doctor hesitated.

"It's already cheap," says the owner, "and you know how much it does to prevent wounds from rotting." ”

"I want it," said Cremar, "give it to me." ”