Walking into the alley of this thrift market, Surdak felt like he was stared at by a few pairs of eyes in the dark. There is no doubt that it is the thieves here who have that greedy gaze, and the thrift market is inseparable from these thieves, because their stolen goods are some of the best-selling goods in the thrift market.

Surdak looked around and saw that apart from the stall owner at the entrance, there were only a few homeless people lying in the sunny spot on the side of the street, the planks under them had been rubbed black, and the texture was full of grease stains.

There are some stalls on both sides of the alley, and there are a lot of things on them, iron pots, candlesticks, old clothes, leather bags, boots, etc., in addition to some things that Surdak does not recognize at all, and of course they are not exactly old goods, some clay pots look very new when stacked together, but many of the stall owners look like they are dish-looking, and they try to place their stalls on the north side of the alley, so that they can sit against the wall and enjoy the warm sunshine.

Most of the people who came and went in this narrow alley were yellow-skinned paupers, some wearing linen coats and draped in a piece of linen barely enough to protect them from the cold wind.

Some people still have some old goods under their ribs, and it looks like they want to sell them in exchange for some daily necessities.

"Knight, do you want a pipe?" A dirty, big child approached Surdak with a broken hat in his hand, and in it lay several rough-carved oak pipes, not only were they not carved with delicate patterns and jade mouthpieces, but the knife marks on the pipes were not completely polished, and they looked shoddy.

Surdak shook his head slightly.

The older kid looks disappointed and prepares to find the next buyer. He wore a frostbite on his back with a torn hat, a dress that didn't fit well, his trousers were noticeably shorter, and the ankles of his feet were exposed.

Natasha reached out and pulled out an oak pipe from her broken hat and asked the older child softly, "How much does this pipe cost?" ”

The eldest child stole a glance at the bakery at the mouth of the alley, bit his lip and lowered his head, and whispered, "Five copper plates." ”

Natasha carefully took out the most decent-looking one in her hat, then took out a handful of copper coins from her close-fitting money bag, counted out five of them, put them in the palm of the eldest child's hand, and said with a slight smile: "Go!" ”

The older child got the copper plate, and ran to the small-looking bakery, and soon came out of the bakery with a cloth bag, which looked bulging and radiating heat, and the older child walked out of the thrift market happily, and his steps seemed so flamboyant.

Standing in front of a stall selling wooden picture frames, Surdak whispered to Natasha, "How can five copper plates buy so much bread?" ”

Natasha carefully put the remaining few copper coins back into the money bag, squinted her eyes and said happily: "Maybe he only has five copper plates, maybe there are chestnut rice multigrain cakes in the pocket, who knows......"

She took Surdak's arm and didn't even look back at the big child, the smile in her eyes even worse.

The two walked along the narrow alley, apparently in this alley, Natasha seemed much more relaxed, passing by a thrift store that looked like a grocery store, and seeing a few colorful leather balls hanging on the eaves outside the store, she reached out and pinched the balls, stopped and smiled at Surdak: "I remember when I was a child, I really wanted to have a leather ball like this, I want to buy one for little Peter, okay?" ”

"Okay!" Surdak pointed to the scarlet-dyed ball and said to Natasha, "This one is very good." ”

Natasha happily took the ball out of her net pocket, the two of them stood at the door of the store for so long, and no shopkeeper came out, the two walked into the thrift store, the light in the store was a little dim, Surdak saw that the shopkeeper sitting at the counter at the door was dozing off on the high stool, and did not wake him up immediately, he took a casual look in the thrift store, and found that the goods inside were far better than those outside.

There are still some old armor and shields hanging in the store, although they have been refurbished, but they are obviously coated with a layer of animal fat, and they have been carefully treated with anti-rust, Surdak saw a shield that looked like a tile from a row of shields on the wall, and there was a hill relief printed on the surface of the shield, Surdak reached out and touched it, and the relief pattern seemed to be directly stamped and formed when forging a shield.

He coughed lightly, and the shopkeeper, who was dozing off on a high stool, shuddered from his sleep, opened his eyes to see two customers standing in the shop, and then reached out and rubbed two handfuls on his face.

Surdak turned around, pointed to the heavy shield on the wall, and asked the shopkeeper, "What is this?" ”

The shopkeeper picked up the water cup on the counter and took a sip of water, before he said to Surdak unhurriedly: "Dwarven Tower Shield, I went to the Dwarven Kingdom with a caravan back and carried back several weapons, and now only this shield remains!" ”

The shopkeeper saw Surdak's very interested look, and said with some irrationality: "Knight, it is very heavy, even a heavy shield warrior has a hard time picking it up, obviously he is not suitable for you, you must not only have enough strength, but also have a good horse!" ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper walked to Surdak's side, Surdak only then found that the shopkeeper was a head taller than him, and his body was enough to fit him, the shopkeeper glanced at his chest, and said directly: "The standard weapons of the guard battalion are of excellent quality, you don't need to buy another shield at all, if you just take a casual look, you can ask me if you want to know which piece of armor." ”

Surdak saw a knight's helmet with a mask hanging on the wall, but on the top of the helmet stood a bunch of white feathers like a dog's tail grass, and the forehead was engraved with a balance-like pattern.

"These are the helmets worn by the battle officers in the temple, and now that they've left the city of Highlandza, they've been left behind......," the shopkeeper said casually.

Surdak could imagine that some thief in the city must have sent this helmet here, he didn't think that this was still the place where the thieves sold the stolen goods, his eyes fell on the counter tablecloth, this tablecloth turned out to be silk texture, only a little frizzy, looking at the cross stripes embroidered with silver thread on it, Surdak finally remembered such a pattern, which he had seen on the wall outside the temple in the city that had been closed for a long time.

"Is this a flag?" Surdak asked.

The shopkeeper walked back to the counter, lowered his eyelids and stared at the tablecloth on the counter, and said with a cold smile: "It's just a tablecloth that no one wants now, and the things in the temple are almost worthless now!" ”

Surdak noticed that the candlesticks and silver cups on the counter looked like they were only in the temple, and the shopkeeper coughed lightly and continued: "Lady Liberty may have gone to another plane to save the suffering people of other worlds, she is no longer taking care of us, we have to rely on ourselves!" ”

"Now there is only one caretaker priest left in the temple in the city, I remember the heyday, there were a total of seven priests and more than twenty priests in the temple, and every army in our city of Hailanza was accompanied by a priest, and every wounded soldier would be treated in time on the battlefield, instead of now, if you are injured, you can only lie on a stretcher and wait for death, such an army, who dares to rush to the front when fighting......"

Surdak had never seen a priest on the battlefield, and he did not know what it was like.

"Oops!" Natasha screamed from the side, as if she had stumbled on something, and a torch stuck in the wall fell and smashed to the ground.

Surdak hurriedly walked over and asked Natasha, "Are you hurt?" ”

Natasha pats her full breasts. Breast, like a frightened fawn, whispered to Surdak, "No, I accidentally touched this torch, I didn't expect it to be so heavy." ”

She struggled to pick up the torch that had fallen to the ground, and when she saw that the support seat for the torch handle had cracked, she knew that she was in trouble, and glanced at Surdak in a bit of a panic.

Surdak patted Natasha's soft shoulders and gave her a 'everything with me' look, before he said to the shopkeeper who came by, "I'm sorry to break the torch and support you put here, and I'll pay you how much money it costs!" ”

The shopkeeper looked at the crack in the pedestal, and said with a nonchalant face, "It's okay, this torch is indeed too heavy, and it really doesn't fit here, I should put it back in the warehouse." ”

"This torch is pure copper?" Seeing that Natasha was struggling to pick up the torch, she hurriedly reached out and took it, but the torch was heavy and almost got out of her hand, so she asked in surprise.

The shopkeeper laughed, he was about to pull the damaged support out of the wall, and said: "The surface is probably plated with a layer of magic red copper, everything in the temple is like this, flashy, I thought it was a copper product at the beginning, it looked very heavy, and I thought it would be worth a few dollars, but I didn't expect that no one cared about it after being lost here for a few years, it seems that I should find an opportunity to throw it into the furnace of the blacksmith shop and melt it into copper ingots, it should be worth a few dollars!" ”

The inexplicable suction from the torch was similar to the feeling of holding a shining saber in his hand, Surdak watched the pattern on the surface of the torch light up after being injected with divine aura, and the dust covering the torch could not be covered at all, Surdak hurriedly withdrew the divine aura, so that the bright light from the torch pattern was extinguished.

Surdak said to the shopkeeper, "How much do you sell this torch for?" ”

When the shopkeeper saw that Surdak really wanted to buy the torch, he immediately put on the appearance of a merchant and said to Surdak: "Maybe after the torch is smelted, I estimate that I can still collect some magical red copper, so there are no three...... Oh...... I'm sure I'm not going to sell five gold coins. ”

Natasha didn't expect a torch to be so expensive, and she was so frightened that tears almost flowed out.

"I paid you for this gold coin, and I bought the torch!" Surdak happily pulled five gold coins out of his money bag and placed them on the counter.

Pulling Natasha as he strode out of the thrift store.

“……”

Natasha hesitated to put the ball back in her net pocket.

The shopkeeper stood in the doorway, happily shouting at Natasha, "This ball is a free ...... for you."