Zhou Daoan quietly put on a language reader, so that the language around him could be understood immediately. However, they are all some exchanges, such as buying and selling, business, etc., and if you want to get more background information from them, you have to inquire about them.

"Hello, is there a hotel nearby?" Or a place to eat? ”

With the help of a general knowledge device and ventriloquism, Zhou Daoan can speak the local language more fluently. He was looking for a place that was similarly densely populated, but had a chance to talk.

Sure enough, in such a bustling port, hotels and restaurants are indispensable. The middle-aged Arab man who was questioned by Zhou Daoan enthusiastically pointed out the direction for him. In the process of leaving, Zhou Daoan changed his mind again - because he found a better place to go than a hotel restaurant.

A tavern.

Opened in a tavern not far from the marina, it is arguably the most well-informed place. The crowds here are also the most mixed. Walking into the open door, the air inside was not affected by the crowd gathering, and there was no imaginary smell of sweat, oil smoke, and alcohol. On the contrary, it is a little moist sea breeze, mixed with the smell of shisha, and a little fruit wine, which makes up the taste of the tavern.

There were not many places left, so Zhou Daoan directly chose a chair near the bar, because there happened to be an Oriental with yellow skin and black hair but wearing an Arab robe, and a European dressed as a wealthy businessman. As a person with the same roots, Zhou Daoan thought that it would be better to talk to the Oriental man, who may also be of Oriental descent.

When you walk diagonally to the Oriental man, you can see his appearance more clearly. The man was in his early thirties, his face was clean-shaven, except for a short beard on his chin, his teeth were slightly protruding, and his eyes were rolling around—those who had such a good look were basically eight-faced.

Sure enough, when he approached the man, the voice of the conversation that had not been concealed did much penetrated into Zhou Daoan's ears, and the topic was all business. After only listening to a few words, Zhou Daoan made a judgment on this "compatriot"-

It's a broker.

Brokers are essentially similar to intermediaries, but brokers at that time had a very wide range of businesses. From the business organization bureau to the introduction of nannies, as long as they can draw commissions from matchmaking, they can do it. Therefore, the most important skill of a broker is interpersonal communication. The network is wide enough, black and white, legal and illegal, all have to be on the top and be able to speak.

At the moment, this compatriot broker is doing the job of introducing bodyguards to a wealthy European man. According to him, he knew some of the most seasoned adventurers-bodyguards, who had traveled at least three round-trips, both by water and land, to the west and east, and that the caravans had never gone awry.

The spit of the compatriot brokers is about to fly to the faces of the rich European merchants! After several rounds of conversations, the final ...... Still no deal!

Probably the wealthy European businessman, like Zhou Daoan, saw that the broker was really a little unreliable - when he described the team, there were three different versions of the number of bodyguards, the first said to be a team of ten, later said to be eight, and the last time another one was added to become nine...... There are also two versions of the adventures of those people, one says they crossed the Taklamakan Desert in the east, and the other says they crossed the Sahara in Africa......

In short, this broker said (blowing) the words (cow) a little boundless, even to the excitement, into the play too deeply, the skills of those bodyguards are amazing, once defeated the most ferocious forty thieves in the desert! I once walked with them, and a scar on my wrist that looked like a knife was stung by a poisonous scorpion in the desert - this is the best proof of this!

The rich businessman finally shook his head and left, and at the back of the rich businessman, the bucktooth broker made a final effort, until he ended the business with the sentence "Silly X wastes Lao Tzu's saliva".

"A glass of mead...... Damn, my throat is going to smoke! The bucktooth broker turned and sat down firmly on the wooden chair at the bar with his buttocks that did not fit his small size, and said to the bartender, not forgetting to add, "Bookkeeping." ”

"Peng, a sailor from the East, you already owe too much. The boss said that he would not give you any more credit......" the dark-skinned bartender said honestly, just wiping the bar and not taking out the drink.

"Oh, shit! Alibaba, you dare to look down on me? If I hadn't made you into the story, you thought you would be famous? Can you get this job as a bartender? The broker, known as Sailor Peng, suddenly screamed in dissatisfaction.

However, his shouting did not attract any attention in the tavern, and presumably all the tavern regulars knew the sailor Peng's habits. The next few people just plucked out their ears and chatted to themselves.

"I don't like the stories you made...... To be honest, I have never killed even a single chicken, how could I dare to scald forty thieves with oil? Allah above, forty lives...... Your story kept me awake for days. Also, I don't like this job either......" replied the bartender Hum.

"Oh, look! Today's young people are really ungrateful...... "Seeing that the bartender just didn't eat his own set, the sailor Peng was helpless, so he had to take a sip and prepare to leave."

Zhou Daoan quickly followed, and walked out of the tavern with sailor Peng.

To be honest, after listening to the sailor Peng Hu blowing the atmosphere before, Zhou Daoan originally gave up the idea of being close to this compatriot. However, when he heard the words "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves", he immediately changed his mind!

These two names are too familiar to Zhou Daoan! "One Thousand and One Nights" is also a children's enlightenment book, and Alibaba and the Forty Thieves are classics. In the setting of One Thousand and One Nights, these stories are supposed to be told by the Sassanid queen "Shanruzod" for the king - of course, this became one of the stories in itself. In fact, there is a tendency for people to believe that these stories are of Arabic folk origin.

Now that he heard a "suspected" author appear in front of him, and he happened to be in ancient Arabia, how could Zhou Daoan not care?

Leaving the tavern, the sailor Peng cursed all the way through the bazaar and walked towards the residential area in the opposite direction of the port. After walking through one path after another, the bustle of the bazaar gradually faded away, and in its place was the quiet of the people's residential area.

Further down, the grade of the residential area gradually decreased. There are fewer and fewer brick and stone houses, and more of them are wooden houses...... Later, even wooden houses are rare, and thatched huts have become the main building.

The sailor, Peng, made his way to the "slums" until he reached the deepest part of an alley. I saw him stop at the door of a dilapidated thatched hut, take off the still bright robe on his body, fold it carefully, put it on a wooden chair at the door, turned around again, faced Zhou Daoan, who had been following him, and said:

"Asking for debts, or collecting debts? Tell me in advance that you're either going to beat me up, or you're going to have to put me off for two more days...... If you want to take this satin robe, you can do that, but I can tell you that it is not made of silk and is not worth much......"

Debt collection or debt collection...... That's actually a problem, right? Zhou Daoan pursed the corners of his mouth helplessly. He didn't bother to bother with this down-and-out compatriot, so he said, "Neither." ”

"Neither? So what are you sneaking after me for? ”

If I was sneaky, you wouldn't have noticed me...... Zhou Dao'an slandered, but said: "One Thousand and One Nights, Aesop's Fables, Grimm's Fairy Tales, Hans Christian Andersen......"

After a series of nouns were finished in Chinese, sailor Peng showed an inexplicable look on his face, so Zhou Daoan knew that this compatriot was not a crosser or ferryman.

"Why can't I understand a word of what you're saying? You want to ask for directions? Get? For the sake of you and I who should have the same ancestor, I can give you a little discount! You know, I'm the most well-informed person in Basra! ”

Seeing that Zhou Daoan had no intention of making a move, sailor Peng immediately talked about business.

"Basra? You mean...... This is the port of Basra? Zhou Daoan sensitively captured a term that he was familiar with.

Basra is the largest port in Iraq and an ancient city that was built in the 7th century AD and is known as the Venice of the East.

At first, he only knew that he had been dropped into a suspected coastal part of Arabia, but now he finally knew that he had arrived at the port of Basra. Well, the "sea" just now should be the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates!

At that time, the city was not as prosperous as it was in later generations, but it was already quite lively. Because it's a hub connecting East and West, it's no wonder that multi-ethnic crowds gather. Like the sailor Peng, who may have been here for generations, he can't even understand or speak Chinese.

"That's right! Basra...... Why, my friend from abroad, don't you even know where you are? Sailor Peng looked a little strange, "Do you need to find a guide to return to your hometown?" Or do you need to buy a house and settle here? Or...... Are you looking for a doctor? A cure for your amnesia? ”

You're amnesia, your whole family is amnesia...... Zhou Daoan was really speechless about the logic of this sailor Peng's thinking.

"Hmm...... I came from the far east in search of something. You say you're familiar with this place, so I'd like to ask...... Have you ever heard of Aladdin's magic lamp? ”

"Aladdin? It's a common name here! But...... What is a magic lamp? Is it the kind of lamp that can be lit forever? That should be called a whale oil lamp! It has nothing to do with the Aladdins, if you want to buy ......"

All right! It's my own greed...... It's obviously a "piano hunting" task, and he still wants to snatch an artifact like Aladdin? This kind of thing shouldn't be in an N-class mission, right? At least a demigod-level treasure!