Zekuschweig Street, literally translated as circus street, is said to have been named after the presence of a circus of the Gypsies.

This is probably an immigrant area, and there are many exotic faces in the inhabitants, and people are also habitually dissolute, from time to time people hold up wine bottles and sing, drunken drunken maniacs shout, and there are no patrolmen to reprimand them.

Garbage flowed down the drain to the sea, and from time to time a drunken man squatted on the side of the road, excreting wantonly without hesitation.

In this era, there was no environmental awareness at all, and people saw the roaring logging machines as a symbol of civilization as a symbol of civilization when they toppled down forests and chimneys that spewed out thousands of miles of dark clouds.

But when the up-and-comers start to go on a big industrial scale, trading the environment for the economy, they will be able to stand on the moral high ground without shame and criticize you.

"This is it, right?"

Zhang Huaisheng looked up at the plaque, and could probably spell it out as "Holstein Tavern".

Holstein was a small principality on the border between Denmark and Germany in the north, originally part of Denmark, but after the Prussian-Danish War, it was annexed by Prussia.

The moment I pushed the door in, a wave of heat rushed in.

Noisy, boiling.

The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat, hormones, tobacco, and low-quality perfumes.

A group of people held wine bottles and sat around a makeshift boxing ring, on which two shirtless men were waving their fists and fighting in a ball.

A gentleman with a pipe in his mouth shouted cheers very undignifiedly.

"him, Prussian tiger!"

"Svein, hurry up and get up, I bet you a thousand marks, and if you dare to lose, I will find someone to break your legs."

People cheered on their supporters, and with a punch, one of the brawny men fell to the ground, struggling several times and not getting up.

The people who bet on him were suddenly mourned, while the people on the other side cheered and jumped.

It's too noisy here, too.

Zhang Huaisheng frowned, stood in front of the crowd, and with the strong body of spiritual transformation, he squeezed straight to the position of the bar, took out a shilling silver coin and put it on the table.

Due to the gold standard, the currencies of all countries at this time were actually largely universal.

"Hello, I was sent by Mr. Hindenburg."

The bartender, who was wiping his glass, asked without raising his head, "How many?" ”

"Two."

The bartender pointed to the small door next to him: "It's over there, you just go over there." ”

"Thank you."

As soon as Zhang Huaisheng got up, the bartender stopped him: "Wait." ”

With a flick of his fingers, he threw a shilling of silver back to Zhang Huaisheng, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hindenburg is my old chief, and when his people come here, I never take money." ”

Zhang Huaisheng said again: "Thank you." ”

He and Mrs. O'Connell entered the small door, and in front of them was a long corridor lined with wine cabinets, and they were stopped by two strong men in black who were guarding the door.

One of them asked succinctly, "Introducer?" ”

"Mr. Hindenburg."

Another strong man in black took out a note, glanced at it, and nodded, "Yes, that's right, it's this man and a woman." Are you armed with you? ”

Zhang Huaisheng had already put the falcon and the bone chopping knife in the room on the ship, and said naturally: "We know the rules, of course we don't." ”

"If you are armed and someone finds out, the items you trade will go to the whistleblower. Unless you can hide it from everyone's eyes. Otherwise, I would suggest that you don't leave anything to chance. ”

Zhang Huaisheng didn't ask stupid words like "if you don't give it", those who dare to hold a transcendent rally, it is impossible for the people behind them to have two brushes.

I didn't come here to find trouble, in this case, I just followed the customs.

"Thanks for the reminder."

"Do you need a mask?"

"Of course."

"Pick your own and remember to put it back when you leave."

The strong man in black pointed to the wall, where there were many masks hanging from it, Zhang Huaisheng casually took a mask in the image of a butcher, and Ms. O'Connell took a mask in the image of a werewolf.

They are all masks that do not conform to their own sequences at all, which can have the effect of camouflage to a certain extent.

When I entered the inside, I found that this small bar was actually different, and the whole street was full of extraordinary people with stalls on both sides.

Most of them wore masks, and their spirits were of varying strengths and weaknesses, either extremely restrained or aggressive, and the two of them came in, not at all conspicuous.

Ms. O'Connell asked:

"What are you going to do? Do you set up a stall like them, or do you look for a stall and barter with them? ”

"Ms. O'Connell, come and set up a stall, I want to have a look."

It was the first time for Zhang Huaisheng to visit the Transcendent Bazaar.

"Okay, I'm going to rent a stall, you can find some materials, or potion recipes, don't make a noise after you see it, come back and call me, I'll be responsible for bargaining."

Zhang Huaisheng smiled, Ms. O'Connell is still as reliable as ever, such a distribution method is basically equivalent to her taking care of everything.

Walking on the street, Zhang Huaisheng's gaze swept over the stalls.

The vast majority of transcendents here are not in good condition, and the overflowing spirituality is more or less chaotic and has a tendency to go crazy, but the symptoms are relatively mild.

Otherwise, the gatekeepers would not let a dangerous element like them in.

They're all wild transcendents...

Zhang Huaisheng was a little disappointed.

Most of the things they sell or buy are recipes or books that involve transcendent knowledge, and few of them have transcendent items that they can get their hands on, and even if they do, most of them are damaged.

Or an unrecognizable object at all... There is basically no way to determine which way the spirituality is contained.

Extraordinary equipment such as the bone chopping knife and the Saker falcon are extremely rare, and only one or two pieces are marked with a sky-high price of more than five hundred pounds.

It's not worth it at all.

Their asking price is too inflated.

In other words, there are too many people here who don't know how to do it, and many people are carrying rags as treasures.

Wild transcendentals, limited by the lack of a systematic inheritance of extraordinary knowledge, coupled with the limited level of education, basically not many people can enrich themselves by reading a large number of books like Zhang Huaisheng.

This requires a lot of reading books involving extraordinary knowledge, including querying the meaning of rare phrases, querying foreign language translations, and then using lists and comparisons to identify and extract useful knowledge, and eliminate false information that seems to be "true" but is actually "false".

For example, when Zhang Huaisheng first consulted the information in the library, he saw at least three versions of the Demon Path, Sequence 8 Werewolf's Promotion Ceremony Materials.

The three versions are different, how to determine which one is true? What's more, there is a possibility that everything is fake!

Only by reading a lot, contrasting.

In the end, Zhang Huaisheng still found the manuscript of the same author, and the manuscript proved that this author was indeed a sequence 8 werewolf of the demon path, plus the type of manuscript, it was a personal note, so that it could basically be determined that the material formula listed by this author was true.

"In this way, Madam O'Connell is a real treasure, and if she sells 'consulting services,' she can make hundreds of dollars a night, even if it is only ten pounds a time."

Not to mention, there are really those who provide this kind of consulting service, but because there is no way to distinguish whether what this person says is true or false, there are very few patrons.

Zhang Huaisheng's footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a stall, which read: I am a steam engine master, selling homemade spiritual bullets, I know how to inquire, do not disturb if you are sincere.

His eyes lit up.

Now, the most urgent thing is lethality, the Saker bullet is too weak, even if all six bullets hit the enemy, it may not be able to cause fatal damage, which is a problem he has always wanted to solve.

But he didn't rush forward to inquire, this kind of thing still has to be handed over to a professional like Ms. "Chicken Feet". Besides, with the melons and dates on his body, he can't afford to buy them if he wants to.