"This box should be the work of the sixth caliph of the Ramayyad dynasty, Farouq, probably more than two hundred and thirty years old." In the secret room of the shop, the elderly appraiser pushed up his monocular glasses and looked up to the old man and the other in a small way.

This old and young man are none other than Marduk and Dark, who became rich overnight. After taking out the Roll Beetle and finding the best ore, "Lord Hassan" and his friends did not continue to hunt for treasure in the mines, but instead found an opportunity to get to the surface and make a beeline for Kanhala, the nearest oasis city on the Pearl Road.

Slime Moonless gave Duck the exact same look and voice as the Arra, he didn't need to disguise, just change his robe and a knife, and as for Maduk, with his big ears wrapped in a turban, no one could tell that he was a real Mensaro.

Now, the two of them have gone to Kanhara's most famous appraiser's shop and begged him to appraise the small box that the beetle had swallowed.

Darke asked tentatively, "Is that the wise Farrag Caliph?"

"There was no one but him, and the best time he ruled over Alaba was when he was there: no division, no strife. He treats all tribes equally. It's a pity that the successor is too extreme. ”

The old appraiser sighed heavily, paused, and said, "The box is quite exquisitely designed, not only has more than a dozen locks, but also has a self-destruct device designed inside. ”

Duck said, "Can you untie it?"

"Luckily, you're looking for me. I need time, you two can go to the street first and come back in an hour. ”

Darker said politely: "Then I'll trouble you." See you in one minute. ”

Coming out of the shop, Duck asked Marduk, "I haven't dealt with the appraiser, so he won't take anything for himself, will he?"

"Absolutely impossible, this is the most reputable shop, if you make trouble, you won't be able to do business in the future. Don't worry about that. ”

"So, what's in the box, in your experience, would be?"

Marduk rubbed his hands excitedly: "It must be a treasure map." You see, the box is not big, if it is equipped with more than a dozen locks, and then has a built-in self-destruct device, it must be extremely thin and soft and can be folded, either silk, or paper rolls, sheepskins and the like. Although silk is a precious specialty of the silk country, it is worth 10,000 gold, but it is worthless when cut into small pieces, and if it is folded, such a little space is definitely not enough. It must be a treasure map. ”

"Forget it, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. If it's a blood letter left by a caliph or something, then there won't be a bloody storm? Besides, if we can go down to the mines, how much money can we earn?"

The old guy smiled and said: "Money, who is afraid of having too many hands? A net worth of three or four hundred thousand yuan is really not enough to spend." But, Hassan, with your skills and skills, how did you get to Mensalo's side?

Darker immediately put on a cold face: "It's inconvenient. ”

"It can't be that the eldest lady ran out, right?"

Duck snorted coldly and didn't speak.

Seeing Dakra's face, the old guy laughed and stopped asking.

The ground can't be mixed, and the ground has to be mixed underground, who doesn't have a story like this? People don't want to say it, can they still force it?

The two of them walked silently, turning the corner of the street, and in front of them was a small square, and at noon, the sun was scorching, but a large number of people were huddled together, and craned their necks to look in. A few people stood tall, holding small boxes in their hands, and shouted hoarsely.

Marduk called out to an idler and asked, "What's going on over there?"

The idle man said: "There is someone auctioning chocolates over there." ”

Marduk was confused: "What is chocolate?

Duck's heart was pounding, chocolate! Could it be that Royce had done their propaganda here? Doesn't that mean they're about to hook up with them? Great, great!

He was stunned, he didn't listen to all the conversations between Marduk and the idler, and was about to step forward, but was pulled by Marduk: "Hassan, a box over there has already been photographed for 50,000 yuan! Look at your big mouth, you can't hear the sound when you throw four or five boxes in, what are you doing in the past!"

Duck was taken aback: "How much? 50,000 is crazy?"

The idle man smiled: "You two look like you're from outside." I don't know, chocolate is the most fashionable snack here, and the old men recognize this, and I heard that a chocolate factory was built in the southeast of Kuharama Town, but it's been so long, and I haven't even seen some chocolate hair. Who knows what they think. ”

Marduk smiled: "It's not easy? I must have tasted it with the old men first, hung up their appetite, and then starved them for ten days and half a month, and then sold them, it must be a big fire." ”

The idle man said: "So the price will have to be lowered sooner or later?"

"Of course. No matter how expensive the dim sum is, it can't sell for 50,000 boxes. These profiteers just want to whet your appetite, and someone must be playing tricks in front of you. ”

"It's good, it's good to trap all these profiteers to death!"

Marduk said: "But it's such a simple truth, there is no reason why these guys can't see it, there must be a reason, man, let me ask, is there any big guy coming here recently?"

"I heard that a big official is coming from the capital city of Paghda, who and what he is doing, I don't know. ”

Marduk laughed and said, "I understand, I said why I looked like I couldn't grab my hand and swore not to be a person, it turned out to be to lick my ass!"

The idler laughed.

Duck shook his head with a wry smile.

Suddenly, there was a low whine of the bullhorn from the Holy Mosque next to the square, and all of a sudden, the noise on the street stopped instantly. The crowd instantly dispersed and fell to their knees, and most of them knelt down regardless of the blankets.

Duck was taken aback, and instinctively grasped the iron rod pinned to his waist - in order to avoid suspicion, Yatai did not bring the dry knife.

Marduk whispered, "What a daze, it's time for afternoon prayer, get down on your knees!"

Dak was stunned again, and understood that this was the etiquette of the Arabs.

The Arabic people believe in the Holy Lord Kara, and they have to kneel on the ground and pray every day, at a fixed time, once in the morning, noon and evening. No matter where you are or what you are doing, you must immediately kneel down and recite the Sutra aloud.

The Book of Babel was written by the Muslanist sage Mahammad, and under the guidance of this scripture, the Alabis broke the boundaries of the original clan and tribe and united into a single whole. It can be said that without this scripture, there would be no later Arabi Empire.

But Mahammad died shortly after the unification of the Aramad Peninsula, and the biggest problem is that the book is full of metaphors in the form of a dialogue between Kara, the only true god of legend, and Mahammad, who has been trying to do so in the last years of his life.

With different interpretations of the Babel Sutra, the unified Mslan sect was divided into more than a dozen sects, large and small. Different forces choose the faction that is most beneficial to them. When the empire was strong, it was able to subdue these local powers, but with the brutal war with Doland, the elite of the empire was lost under the city of Jerusalem, and the local powers quickly rose to the top.

The Ara Empire is heading for division.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Dark, he only knows that now he is playing the Arab, and it will be a big trouble if he doesn't kneel down quickly, so he kneels down honestly and pretends to pray.

After a while, the streets resounded with loud chanting.

Duck was very uncomfortable with the atmosphere, he frowned, his mouth moved silently, but he didn't make a sound at all.

My god of light and darkness, I don't know anything but that the first prayer is "Glory to Lord Kara"!

However, in a group of good students who are well-read, his performance as a bad student is as obvious as a fly on white cream.

More and more eyes began to look at him, and although the prayer was not over, and it was impossible to look up, but it was indeed the eyes that were glancing at him.

As soon as the prayer was over, the three closest people pointed at him almost simultaneously and shouted, "He didn't chant out loud!"

With a bang, a Burka of the Holy Mosque with a dozen guards, scimitar out of the sheath, and murderously forced over!.