"Bring it to you!"

said that it was given, but the action in his hand was to grab - how could the medicine picker not know the price of Supor sleeping powder? If that small bag is really a sleep powder, then at least it is a big business of a few dozen thaler silver coins!

The silver Teller coin, also known as the Great Silver Coin, was the main currency issued by the Empire, and the obverse is inscribed with a profile portrait of the Emperor at the time of issuance. In addition to the thaler, there were small silver coins, also known as Baisen coins, which were the local currency of the five southwestern provinces of the empire.

When the value of the currency is stable, one thaler is equal to twelve small silver coins, and ordinary people can't afford to use thaler at all, even small silver coins are not commonly used, so there is also Finney copper under it, and ten small silver coins on top.

A small silver coin can buy a pound of mixed beef in a normal place, and a puffine can buy a large piece of brown bread.

"Earn big!"

Thinking of this, seeing that it was about to arrive, the breathing of the herb picker became heavy.

Dozens of thalers, on top of his total income for three years, he has to be lucky not to eat or drink, not to be stung by insects, not to get sick from miasma!

It's not very valuable to the natives, but it's rare to the Imperials.

Of course, the herb picker didn't notice the corners of Ian's mouth curled slightly.

- The plan went well.

Everyone was attracted by the fire, and the stab wounds on his own teacher were enough to fool everyone, and Hilliard was obviously a master of extremely proficient combat, and the imitation wounds were as if they had been pierced in a real fight, and there was no flaw at all.

Not to mention, it can control the muscles, and the so-called knife wound is just a broken skin.

Next, if this herb picker doesn't take the initiative, Ian himself will spill a little sleep powder for everyone around him to discover, which will naturally remind them that it is carried by the natives.

The sleep powder in his hand is only one-third of the original bag of sleep powder, and he used another third to deal with Orsena and the natives, and the rest is enough for himself and Hilliard to survive without working when they are 'recuperating from their injuries'.

After all, if this thing is not precious, it is impossible to trap Orsanna and become the eyes of the natives in the city.

And that may be snatched away, and the third of the sleep powder that is sprinkled is only to rationalize everything, and attract all attention, so that people do not have the energy and attention to think about the tools and bait of some loopholes in fire and other things.

By the next day, the incident had turned over, and the most dangerous moment had already passed in the scramble for sleeping fans.

However, just when Ian was about to take advantage of the situation and let the herb picker snatch the sleep powder from his hand.

Sainan on the other side was furious.

This guy Brin is just a guy who grabs some flowers and plants from the natives on weekdays, and he actually dares to rob little Ian who he saved from the fire?!

- I didn't even do it myself, and it was your turn?!

Although Sainan was not really saved, the fisherman obviously put himself in this position, and the actions of the herb picker did not give him any face at all.

"You guy!" He raised his hand, ready to throw a fist.

"Stinky boy with cheap hands, take your hands back!"

But before he could react slowly, Sainan, who had just raised his hand, punched the herb picker in the face.

In the street behind, an angry explosion sounded, and the familiar sound immediately made the herb pickers who wanted to rob retract in fright.

"Elder Pude is here!" There was an exclamation on the side of the road.

Ian also looked up in surprise and looked at the street entrance to the side.

With the heavy footsteps of hurried steps, several pharmacists in the harbor, as well as Elder Bai Zhimin, who arrived at the first time, arrived.

Elder Pude did not resemble the usual gray-haired, dying old man, a short, stout seventy-year-old man in his early sixties with a pair of thick eyebrows and a large gray beard.

"What are you doing here?!"

With a bit of dwarven blood, he has a loud voice, and he walks with a pair of short legs.

He strode over, raised his hand and pointed at the herb picker, "Grab something from the child's hand? Well? Robbing your siblings? ”

"I just want to see what it is, so as not to be dangerous......" The herb picker stepped back and waved his hand, and he still wanted to quibble in fear.

But obviously, this is not very useful.

Elder Pud approached Ian, who looked confused, and protected the boy behind him.

Immediately after, he stretched out his hand and slapped the herb picker who was still explaining.

Call! This slap brought out the wind, which was not the strength that the old man should have at all, and directly knocked the herb picker to his stomach, and his legs fell to the ground, and the whole person was obviously stunned.

But even so, the slap herb picker could only bear it, and he didn't even dare to be dissatisfied, and after repeatedly apologizing to the stars in front of him, he covered his face and left quickly in the gloating or disdainful eyes of everyone.

"What happened, how could the Orsena house catch fire? Did he leave his pants on when he grilled his legs? ”

Taking advantage of this momentum, the old man stared at the scene with round eyes and learned the general situation from other people's mouths.

"It's not!"

"Elder, listen to me, it's an indigenous ......"

"Osena is a man this time......"

For a moment, everyone opened their mouths, which drew an angry rebuke from Elder Pudde, and only after everyone present was quiet did he ask how the situation was at that time.

This time, the answer was much more organized.

Later, he asked Ian the same question, and received the same answer as everyone else. The elder already had a consideration in his mind: "Native? I see, it seems that the demand for pure sacrifice has driven these damned ghosts crazy, and they actually hit us with the idea! ”

The white people are an ethnic group with a strong sense of family, and most of them are gathered in the big cities in the heart of the empire in the mode of big families and villages with surnames, or they gather into villages and towns themselves, with the oldest and most authoritative old man as an elder to manage the internal affairs of a team.

The Port Harrison branch was stripped of its surname, territory, and all wealth decades ago for political reasons, and was distributed from the imperial capital to this coastal port south of the Byson Mountains.

In fact, the entire south of the Bison Mountains, where most of the inhabitants of the port settlement areas lived, were either degraded officials or exiled families.

"Good boy, you did well tonight, it should be your spoils, your spoils. The family does not have a surname, but it cannot be without rules. ”

To comfort Ian, who was no longer crying, but was still a little afraid, Elder Pud picked up Elan, who was sleeping profusely.

After looking at the meeting carefully, he couldn't help frowning: "Hmm...... ! It is true that they have smoked a lot of sleep smoke, and this group of bitches has no intention of bringing back a normal child! ”

Looking at Elan's eyelids and smelling the smell of hair, the experienced Elder Pud could completely distinguish the traces and smell of the Supor flower powder, and what Ian said was not false at all, it seemed that this group of savage natives was really well prepared for the sake of pure sacrifice.

Immediately afterward, Elder Pud took a sideways look at the injuries on the body of 'Osenna', who was being treated by the doctor.

Needless to say, those natives were really ruthless.

What was quite surprising in Pude's heart was actually the courage of 'Osenna': "It's really hard for Osenna, a usually quiet and gloomy guy, to have such courage to kill four natives with such a serious knife wound...... If there is no distortion, with this talent and willpower, maybe you can really become a sublimator. ”

"Of course, it's also possible that you smoke too many mushrooms, and you don't know if it's true or not?"

Elder Pud has a lot of prejudices against Orsna, but since this man has fulfilled his duty to protect his blood relatives, he will not speculate too maliciously: "I underestimate your courage...... It seems that sometimes, people really have to force to see their true nature. ”

"Then again, isn't this kid getting stronger?"