Looking Sylvia up and down a few times, the old Crowley inside the door opened the door to let two people in, I don't know if it was a construction problem or some special reason, the door frame of this door is very low, even if Sylvia is not very tall, she needs to deliberately bow her head and bend down when she enters the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Once inside, Sylvia looked around and saw that the inside of the room looked not much different from the outside of the room, just as old and tattered. After entering the door, there was a long row of glass counters on the left, the transparent glass was covered with dust and dirt, and the counters were displayed with some potions that looked very cloudy in color, or some defective alchemical items, in short, some second-hand goods or some inferior products.

There were also several shelves behind the counter, on which were placed some armor and weapons, and Sylvia could clearly see that the armor on the far left also had a transparent hole in the chest, which was obviously worn by a warrior, and was pierced by a mage or archer, and then the armor was stripped by someone else and sold cheaply.

Although she understood the phrase that it was not good-looking, there was nothing like a black market in this place, so Sylvia narrowed her eyes and glanced at the little mouse. Finding that Sylvia looked a little unkind, the little mouse hurriedly said to Crowley: "This lord came here to buy good things, don't make this lord angry." ”

Old Crowley let out a sinister laugh, he turned around to the back of the counter, and then propped his hands on the counter, his cloudy and godless eyes stared at Sylvia's face tightly, his hoarse voice was like scraping through glass with steel, and he smashed his mouth, and Old Crowley asked, "What do you want to buy, my lord?"

In fact, he couldn't think of what he wanted to buy when he asked Sylvia, mainly with the idea of going around the black market to see if he could find a treasure. However, considering that he didn't have much money on him, he planned to sell a batch of alchemy potions first, so it was best to buy some materials that could be used for alchemy first, or find a way to get some precious alchemy equipment and trade them on the black market, and in many cases bartering was the best way.

After thinking about it, Sylvia replied, "I want ...... That kind of rare, really good thing. ”

Old Crowley narrowed his cloudy eyes, and his originally slightly grinning mouth pulled upwards, revealing his black and yellow teeth, and he nodded and said, "Another big customer? This lord, you want to go to the 'market', right? But if you go to the market, you need a pass, and if you have a pass, you can't get it in one day, you need to come back three days later to get it." ”

Sylvia nodded and turned around and left with the little mouse, he didn't ask about the price of the pass, but this kind of thing was certainly not free. Although it was only a few words, Sylvia could see that old Crowley should be a very cautious person, and the things in the store should also be a cover-up, anyway, his full-fledged magic eye did not observe any valuable items, and Sylvia didn't want to provoke this mysterious guy too much.

Watching the two of them walk out of the store, the corners of old Crowley's original grinning mouth slowly calmed down, licked his dry lips, and he slowly walked towards the depths of the store, and the figure that was completely covered by the darkness only came with one sentence: "I didn't expect that a big man really came...... The Dark Knight of yesteryear...... Have you fallen to this point now......"

Following behind the little mouse, Sylvia said, "I want to find a place to live, you can take me there!"

The little mouse nodded and walked forward, and Sylvia followed him, just now when the little mouse turned his face, Sylvia found that the expression on his face was a little hesitant, as if he wanted to say something to himself but didn't say it.

Walking out of the alley and into a main road, the two walked along the side of the road for about two or three minutes before the little mouse stopped, he pointed to Sylvia's right hand, a three-story stone inn that looked quite luxurious, and said to Sylvia: "My lord, this is one of the three best hotels in Furui City, and the drunkard is like home." It's got some of the best drinks and the best service in Furetown, but at a higher price. ”

Originally, he didn't think anything was wrong with Sylvia when he saw the appearance of this hotel, but when he heard the name, he suddenly remembered what the bear clan guarding the city said to him. It is possible that the bear clan has discovered his own strength, or he may have felt that Albak under his crotch can prove his noble status, no matter which one it is, but the bear man finally reminded himself that "you must not go to the dark soup pot and the house of drunkards".

Although he didn't know why the bear man said this, Sylvia still squinted his eyes and bent down slightly, his eyes fixed on the little mouse's face, until his gaze dodged, Sylvia said, "House of drunkards...... Looks like you're taking a lot of money?"

The little mouse's whole body trembled, and when Sylvia deliberately released magic fluctuations, the little guy was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground, and then he quickly explained in a trembling voice: "Yes, I'm sorry, my lord." But the House of Drunkards gives us fifty copper coins every time we bring someone over, and just now I was just momentarily fascinated by money, please forgive me!"

Seeing that this little guy kept bowing his head and apologizing to himself, Sylvia suddenly lost interest, after all, he was just a child who wanted to make money to fill his belly, and he didn't have to worry about him. Straightening up, Sylvia waved his hand, and the hand of telekinesis helped the little mouse up, he stared at the little mouse and said: "Forget it, I don't have the leisure to find your fault, this time I will spare you once, and now you take me to find a hotel that is not boring." ”

Realizing that his life was being saved, the little mouse quickly patted his chest, bowed to Sylvia again, and then turned around and continued to walk forward. This time the two of them walked for a longer time, and it took about ten minutes for the two of them to go around to a road that looked much cleaner.

The little mouse pointed to a wooden house, although this kind of hotel is very common in other cities, but in this eerie Furui City, such a peaceful hotel can be regarded as very rare. The little mouse lowered his head and said, "My lord, the living environment of this hotel is not bad, but the fees for such hotels are generally very high, so I didn't bring you here at first." ”

Sylvia looked at the name on it and saw that it was not a dark soup pot, so he took out two silver coins and threw them directly to the little mouse, ignoring his constant thanks behind his back, Sylvia took a few steps forward and pushed the door of the hotel directly. (To be continued.) )