The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 56: The King of the Night (Part 2)
"What are we going to buy?" Jonah raised his head and shouted.
The aloof blond man on the back of the tall unicorn is more eye-catching than the weird Izman, but the powerless and the tenants around deliberately avoid looking at the Rose Knight. Obviously, the Pitchfork Squad’s The image spokesperson is quite deterrent.
Elliott leaned down and replied with his usual gentle smile: "Ms. Meng's original words were:'Buy all the food for next week, and buy something delicious.' I guess he What we want us to buy is ten pounds of black gold hamster meat, twenty pounds of potatoes, ten pounds of carrots, twenty pounds of kale, 40 pounds of hard bread, 12 ounces of refined salt, half a pound of pepper, a whole piece of rock cheese, and others Fresh meat and vegetables."
"Then we two are responsible for the fresh things, and you are responsible for the others." Sibi smiled, took out two silver coins from Elliott's bag, Rajona got into the crowd, and threw the heavy duty to the helpless The rose knight.
Stumbled and didn’t know how many people’s feet were stepped on. The two came to the southwestern area of the market. In the fresh food trading area of the season, Jonah realized that the little grasshopper was still holding his hand, a little embarrassed, but he was reluctant to take it back. .
About forty stalls made of stones and wooden boards are scattered around. There are not too many customers here. Obviously, the cost-effectiveness of expensive fresh ingredients is too low compared to crusty bread and black gold hamster jerky.
After paying the rent for the next month, Toba still has a little money in his hands. The Bazelal farmer threw all the money to the purchaser based on the simple survival concept. People who know how to survive will never treat their stomachs badly.
Sibi didn't care about other people's greedy eyes, and threw two silver coins like toys, looking around.
"Hey, see what it is?" She squeezed Jonah's chin excitedly and twisted the deformed face of the astrologer apprentice to the right. "Brother tri-nematode! This is the first time I saw a live tri-nematode here!"
Jonah breathed hard and saw that huge pottery pots were placed on the crookedly slanted stall, half a pot of clear water swam densely with unknown fat worms with half a foot of red flesh and gold threads.
He coughed and broke free of the little grasshopper's claws, and took a step back: "What is this?"
"Specialty from the Bazelal Mountains, young master." The stall owner is a small, black man with a big head on his neck and a dirty square hat on his head. He is trying his best to squeeze a beautiful smile. , Showing a row of black teeth: "The tri-nematode that grows in the stream in the eastern mountainous area of Bazelal and survives by sucking the blood of fish is the most proud specialty of my hometown, master! Peerless delicious. Master!"
"Is this stuff... edible?" Jonah moved closer cautiously. Some strange creatures are mentioned in "Geographical Calculation of the Western Continent", but this kind of disgusting bug, which is claimed to be edible, is not included.
"What's the price? I go from snacks to large ones, don't be fooled." Sibi opened his mouth with a thick Bazelal accent.
Jonah knew that Little Grasshopper was from the mountains, but the terrifyingly standard continental common language made him never remember the fact that she and the accented Uncle Toba were fellows.
"Miss, on the face of the fellow, 20 copper coins each. Of course, the equivalent is also accepted, and Mr. W's price must be attached.-I promise to pick the fattest for you!" The stall owner took out a branch. , Agitated the liquid in the clay pot enthusiastically, and the three nematodes jumped vigorously, almost jumping out of the water. Jonah felt nauseous.
"Fart! It's too expensive! Give me thirty coins for a silver coin, or turn around and leave." Sibi grabbed Jona's sleeve and moved to leave.
"No way, Miss, now the Zavi people have hit the royal city, and the trade roads are all closed. I risked my death and brought these bugs out of the mountain. There are only so many left. I also hope to sell some money to live in a grade for a month. Guest room. Come back, miss!" the stall owner begged.
"Let's go. Too nonsense." Sibi angrily pulled Jonah to really turn around and leave.
The stall owner wailed in the back: "Master! Twenty copper is really not expensive! It's my life money! The lowest 18 copper! Fifteen! The lowest fifteen, it can't be lower!"
"Uh, I said..." Jonah looked back, then turned to look at Sibi, wanting to say something, but couldn't resist the brute force of the little grasshopper, and was dragged away from the scene by Sibi without looking back.
Turning a corner, the stall selling disgusting meat worms can’t be seen anymore, Sibi Chongyona squinted and smiled: "No bargaining, brother? Let’s wait here for two minutes to make sure he packs the three nematodes. Okay, send it here."
"Huh? Um... he sells five silver coins, and your purchase price is thirty silver coins. Isn't that too far?" Jonah scratched his head.
"Everyone said, tri-nematode is a specialty in mountainous areas. People outside don’t recognize it or how to eat it. This kind of delicacy is not sold in the south. We may be the first buyer to ask for a price this afternoon. He would be crazy if he didn't sell it." Sibi smiled, and stuffed the cramped wheat-colored hair into the silver ring around his neck.
Before Jonah could make a comment, the dark mountain people appeared in front of him, holding a small clay pot filled with water, and bowed dejectedly: "Master, miss, thirty three nematodes, all fat ."
Jonah took the clay pot in amazement, Xibi smiled and took out the silver coin and flicked it out.
The stall owner caught the silver coin, checked it carefully, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and said hesitantly: "This is an Ebenezer silver coin with tin in it, so it can’t be counted as a full amount, Miss Na. Or give me a change. Is a Saint Boren silver coin really..."
"Okay, we won't buy it anymore." The grasshopper gestured with his chin to Jonah to return the clay pot.
The stall owner immediately stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Miss Master! I will patronize next time!" After speaking, he got into the crowd and disappeared.
After a moment of stunned, Jonathan's right hand of the clay pot raised his thumb: "Master."
"Thank you~" Sibi also squatted in the court with a pretense.
In the afternoon, in addition to the energetic and squirming meat and insects, they also bought two green melons, a large piece of fresh venison, and a few small fish for stewing soup.
Small fish come from a small lake not far from here. Although there are a lot of large fish in the other side of the holy river, fighting with the turbulent river all year round makes these fish muscles strong, strong and chewy, and produce a lot of fat to keep out the cold. It also softens the taste. The delicacy of river fish has been popular in the Western Continent for many years. However, the Colombo tribe living along the river in the north of the river prohibits anyone from polluting the river in any form. It is definitely the biggest taboo.
The Western Continent cannot enjoy the river fish of the Holy River, while the South Continent is different. Residents on the southern bank of the Holy River do not shy away from eating fish, drinking water and boating, and take a ferry to the south to eat fish. This was fashionable for the aristocracy of the Western Continent in peacetime. Outing activities.
Holding things and squeezing back to the center of the market, I saw Elliott who stood out from the crowd at a glance. The unicorns were covered with swollen cloth bags, which were obviously the fruit of the purchase.
The Rose Knight was leaning over to talk to someone. Jonah and Sibi approached and found that the nearby customers consciously formed a circle, leaving a space of twenty feet square for the two talking.
With a click, the melon and venison in Sibi’s hand fell to the ground, and the melon bones rolled out, being lightly stepped on by a foot in boots.
The man opposite Elliott bent over to pick up the melon, tossed it twice in his hand, and smiled: "This is Zavi’s golden melon, it’s very sweet. I didn’t expect to buy the invader’s specialty here. , A bit ironic. A bit sad. Isn’t it? Sibi."
Jonah turned to look at the people next to him. Sibi lowered his head slightly, staring at the man coldly: "Don't bother us."
"Miss Sibi, I didn't mean..." The Rose Knight looked a little embarrassed, spreading her hands to explain, Sibi stopped his statement with a gesture of shutting up.
The girl in the green dress carefully tied her hair, stepped on the ground, raised her left wrist, "Tin...Sister, you..." In Jona’s surprised question, the silver snake on the white wrist moved, and the snake’s mouth bit it. A trace of blood flowed out of the girl’s wrist, and then quickly penetrated into the snake bracelet, brushing a silver brilliance into people’s eyes, and the huge, silvery and sharp bow appeared in Sibi’s hands. .
The onlookers backed away in horror, and the noisy market quickly quieted down. The little grasshopper stared at the man with green eyes whose pupils had shrunk into a thin line, and said in a low voice, "You go, or you'll go to war."
Jonah was at a loss while holding the clay pot.
The man is not tall, he wore muddy calfskin boots, a green cloak over a white linen shirt, and a big brimmed top hat. The gray curly hair under the brim covered his eyebrows, revealing a pair of indifferent brown eyes.
"Don't do that, Sibi." He sighed and took off his hat.
"Don't come to this set, Mr. W." Sibi stared at him, slowly pulling away his bow, and a long arrow lingering light condensed in the air.
"Mr. W?" Jonah opened his mouth wide.