The vendors, who clearly thought Magellan was a fat sheep, raised all sorts of things in their hands, bent down before Magellan's eyes, and introduced them in various varieties of Bretanian, Francian, and ancient Lorentine, and boasted about this worthless garbage to the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Medea looked curious, and the count beside her pushed the vendor's hand away with a gloomy face, but to no avail. The expression on the witch's face was like cheese, and greedy rats were not afraid of anything until they saw the cat.

Then Magellan shouted: "No money!"

The vendors instantly put away their enthusiastic smiles and sat back lazily.

A peddler said in the unfamiliar southern dialect of France: "If you don't take care of your peers, you won't have anyone to collect your body when you die!"

This drew a burst of laughter. Then Magellan said in the same dialect: "Even if you go to the same place, you will not be rich until you die." ”

The laughter faded as quickly as it appeared.

Medea smiled like a legendary witch and leaned on Magellan's shoulder: "What did you just say?"

"I said, this lord behind me knows the king of the world. ”

Then the witch burst out laughing: "They must have thought you were talking about the Count, haha!"

Magellan didn't say anything more, and quickened his pace out of the street.

But when they arrived at the inn, they realized that that the street was just the tip of the iceberg.

The man who built the inn - and probably the same person who built the entire dock - was a smart man in the truest sense of the word. He converted the place next to the pier into a huge bazaar, and the so-called inn was only a part of this bazaar, an accessory.

In the center of the bazaar is a square filled with stalls, surrounded by buildings with pawn shops, inns, shops selling necessities, and even a military barracks.

When the group made their way through the crowd, Magellan didn't even notice the thief.

Walking into the hotel, the spacious area inside was full of people, most of the tables were filled with wine glasses, and everyone was afraid that their voices were not loud enough, and they were simply full of voices.

After giving the money and going up to the third floor and staying in the room, they escaped from the frenzied crowd and got a moment of peace.

After settling down and having lunch, they stayed in the living room to rest.

Only three people came this time, Edward and the captain of the navy stayed at the docks, and they would not follow them on the subsequent trip to the forest, but stayed on the ship.

Medea leaned on the windowsill and looked at the bazaar below, like a wolf looking at a sheepfold full of sheep: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time...... Go take advantage of it, Magellan!"

"Huh?"

"This is a legendary opportunity to take advantage! There are always people in stories who sell precious things they don't know to the protagonist who knows the goods for a cheap price, isn't it?"

"But ......"

"I can recognize things with essence, you can recognize things that are old, our combination is invincible!" Medea laughed like an old witch in a knightly novel.

Magellan smiled in confusion: "But do you feel the essence?"

"Nope. Medea shook her head, "That means there's an ancient magic item in it......"

So saying, the witch walked up to Magellan, bent down and put a hand on his shoulder: "Go! It's time to harvest." ”

Magellan turned his head wordlessly, looked at the strange expression on the count's face, who had been gloomy and expressionless, and laughed.

"Okay, but only once. ”

Then Medea danced briskly and opened the door, and the indigo tattoo on her face turned red, as if she was about to explode with excitement.

......

The following afternoon, Magellan spent the following afternoon with Medea in the market.

The witch didn't notice that some of the vendors saw her walk out of the inn and pulled out some new things and put them on the stalls.

Although Magellan saw it, he did not remind Medea that he was more often observing the bazaar.

In every sense of the word, this bazaar is a masterpiece.

It can be clearly seen that the designer drew on the experience of famous commercial cities in ancient times, and the template is based on the design of everyone in the Renaissance, and has a very accurate understanding of the functions of some areas.

The design of the whole market clearly came from the water city, a bustling city ruled by merchants, with scattered plots and waterways, so this layout was very compact, but the market was designed to allow both big merchants and hawkers to do business.

The establishment of military camps in bazaars was a feature of the Crusades, and it proved to be effective in maintaining law and order in places where outlaws gathered.

As for pawnshops and the so-called "mission halls", they are from much more ancient times. When the ancient Loren Empire had just collapsed, guilds were prevalent, and in some places even thieves had "thieves' guilds". Over time, it has been proven that with these two buildings, a guild can function reliably. Pawnbrokers earn the difference by providing a place for all sorts of things of unknown origin, and quest lobbies provide opportunities for more complex things: "business" to circulate. Together, these two have allowed people living in gray areas to exert their power, and there are countless guilds in the world that have survived this trick, including three digits in the thousand-year-old history alone.

The market was a true miracle, and although Magellan knew that such miracles were common in history, he couldn't help but marvel at them.

In that year, the day after the Pope issued the decree of the Crusade, a small city was built out of thin air in the desert by the sea to the west of the Holy City. At that time, it was only half a year after Saladin's order, and the Arafan merchants built forty-five new cities in the desert overnight, but the whole world was still amazed, and miracles were miracles after all.

Magellan absentmindedly followed Medea, shook his head at her with a smile on his face, and asked the witch to put the worthless things back in the stall, which attracted a lot of slander.

But the people who set up their stalls in the market were far more knowledgeable than the vendors who couldn't squeeze in, and they could see that Magellan was an "old green oil" -- a grease squeezed from an insect that burned purple and illuminated by those who could not see it. After a long time, this grease will turn green, and the texture is extremely hard, which cannot be cut by a knife, but the surface is very smooth and slippery.

There were even people who recognized Magellan and knew who he was, but unfortunately, no one recognized Medea.

So gradually, when Medea bent over, the vendors' words changed from "these are all precious relics" to "these are all ancient magical objects".