Lord Helanza

Walking into the alley of this old-fashioned market, Surdak felt as if he was stared at by a few pairs of eyes in the dark. There is no doubt that the thieves here should have that kind of greedy look, but these thieves are inseparable from the flea market, because the stolen goods in their hands are one of the most popular commodities in the flea market.

Surdak looked all around and found that apart from the stall owner at the entrance, there were only a few homeless people lying in the sunny place on the side of the street. The wooden planks under them had been rubbed black with texture. Full of oil stains.

There are some street stalls on both sides of the alley, and the things on them look dazzling, such as iron pots, candle holders, old clothes, leather bags, boots, etc. Apart from this there are also some things Surdak can’t recognize at all, of course It’s not entirely second-hand goods. Some clay pots are piled together and look very new, but many stall owners seem to have a disheveled look. They try their best to put their stalls on the north side of the alley so that they can sit down against the wall. Enjoy the warm sunshine.

In this narrow alley, most of the poor people are yellow-faced and thin. Some are wearing linen autumn clothes and a piece of torn linen on their bodies to barely resist the cold wind.

Some people still have some second-hand goods under their ribs. It seems that they want to sell these things in order to exchange some living supplies.

"Master Knight, do you want a pipe?" A big dirty child approached Surdak, holding a torn hat in his hand, with a few rough-carved oak trees in it Not only does the pipe lack the exquisitely carved patterns and jade stone holder, but the knife marks on the pipe are not completely polished off, and it looks crude.

Surdak Pico shook the head.

The big child looks disappointed and prepares to find the next buyer. He was covered with frostbite on his back holding his torn hat, and he was wearing a poorly fitting dress, his pants were obviously short, and his ankles were bare.

Natasha reached out and took out an oak pipe from the torn hat, and gently asked the big child: "How much is this pipe?"

The big child took a peek Glancing at the bakery at the entrance of the alley, biting her lip and lowering her head, she whispered: "Five copper plates."

Natasha carefully turned out the most decent one from the hat, and then put it next to her. Draw out a handful of Copper Coins from his purse, count five from it, put them in the palm of the big child, and smiled slightly and said: "Go!"

The big child got the copper plate and smoked Running to the bakery that didn't seem to be big, after a while he walked out of the bakery with a cloth bag. The cloth bag looked bulging and radiated heat. The big child walked out of the junk happily. In the market, the footsteps seem to be so unassuming.

Surdak stood in front of a booth selling wooden picture frames and whispered to Natasha: "How can I buy that many bread with five copper plates?"

Natasha will The remaining Copper Coins were carefully put back in the purse, squinted and said happily: "Maybe he is only five copper plates short, maybe there are chestnut rice and miscellaneous grain cakes in his pocket, who knows..."

She took Surdak's arm, without even looking back at the big child, the smile in her eyes was even worse.

The two walked along the long and narrow alley. Obviously, Natasha appeared to be much more relaxed in this alley. After passing a thrift shop that looked like a grocery store, she saw the shop There were a few multi-colored balls hanging on the eaves outside. She stretched out her hand and pinched the ball, and stopped to say with a smile to Surdak: "I remember I wanted to have such a ball when I was a kid, and I wanted to buy it for Little Peter. Is this ball good?"

"Okay!" Surdak pointed to the ball dyed into vermilion, and said to Natasha, "This one is very good."

Na Tasha gladly took the ball out of the net pocket. Two people stood in front of the shop for so long, and no owner came out. The two walked into this thrift shop. The light in the shop was a little dark. Surdak saw sitting there. The shopkeeper in front of the counter at the entrance was dozing off on a high stool. He didn't wake him up immediately. He glanced at the thrift store and found that the goods inside were much better than those outside.

There are still some old armors and shields hanging in the shop. Although they have been refurbished, they are obviously coated with a layer of animal fat and have been carefully rust-proofed. Surdak is seen from a row on the wall. Among the shields, I saw a shield that looked like a tile. The surface of the shield was embossed with hills. Surdak reached out and touched it. The embossed pattern looked like it was directly stamped when the shield was forged.

He was lightly coughed. The shopkeeper who was dozing off on a high stool trembled. He woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes and saw two guests standing in the shop. Rubbed twice on his face.

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

The owner took the cup on the counter and drank. , Said to Surdak at a moderate pace: "Dwarf Tower Shield, I went to the Dwarf Realm with the caravan back then, and now only this shield is the only thing left for the several weapons that I brought back!"

The shopkeeper saw Surdak’s look very interested, and said indifferently, “Knight, it’s very heavy. To have enough strength, there must be a good horse!"

After that, the shopkeeper walked up to Surdak. Only then did Surdak find that the shopkeeper was a head taller than him, and his body was enough to fit. He, the shopkeeper took a look on his chest and said directly: "The standard weapons of the guard battalion are of excellent quality. You don't need to buy another shield. If you just look at it casually, you can ask me if you want to know which armor."

Surdak saw a Knight helmet with a face mask hanging on the wall, but on the top of the helmet stood a bunch of white feathers like dog's tail grass, and the forehead was engraved with a pattern like a balance. Obviously it was a The top of the Knight helmet is very delicate, and the silver coating can be seen where there is no fading.

"This is the helmet worn by the battle priests in the temple. Now they left Helanza City, these things have been left..." the shopkeeper said casually.

Surdak can imagine that a thief in the city must have sent this helmet here. Unexpectedly, it was the place where the thieves sold the stolen goods. His eyes fell on the counter tablecloth. This tablecloth was actually It was made of silk, but it was polished to a little fluff. Looking at the cross stripes embroidered with silver threads, Surdak finally remembered this pattern, which I saw on the outside wall of the long-closed temple in the city.

"Is this a banner?" Surdak asked.

The shopkeeper walked back to the counter, lowered his eyelids and stared at the tablecloth on the counter. Coldly smiled and said, "It's just a tablecloth that nobody wants. Now almost everything in the temple has become worthless. !"

Surdak found that the candlesticks and silver cups on the counter looked like things only found in the temple. The owner was lightly coughed, and continued: "Free Goddess may have gone to other planes, Save the other world suffering, she is no longer taking care of us, we have to rely on ourselves!"

"Now there is only one guard priest in the temple in the city. I remember the most flourishing period in the temple. There are a total of seven priests and more than twenty priests. Every army in Helanza City is accompanied by priests. Every wounded warrior will be treated in time on the battlefield. This is not the case. If you are injured, you can only lie down. Died on a stretcher at High Level, such an army, who would dare to rush to the forefront when fighting..."

Surdak has never seen a priest on the battlefield, and I don't know what it is like.

"Ouch!" Natasha screamed from the side, as if knocking on something, a torch stuck in the wall fell off and hit the ground.

Surdak hurriedly walked over and asked Natasha: "Is there any injury?"

Natasha patted her full chest, like a frightened deer. , Whispered to Surdak: "No, I accidentally touched this torch. Didn't expect it to be so heavy."

She struggled to pick up the torch that fell on the ground and saw the torch inserted. The support seat of the handle had been cracked, and knowing that he was in trouble, he glanced at Surdak in a flustered manner.

Surdak patted Natasha’s soft shoulders, gave her a look of “everything has me”, and then said to the shopkeeper who came by: “Sorry, the torch and support you put here If the seat is broken, I will pay you how much you need!"

The shopkeeper looked at the cracks on the support, and said indifferently, "It’s okay, this torch is really too heavy. It’s really not suitable here. I should put it back in the warehouse."

"This torch is made of pure copper?" Seeing Natasha picking up the torch very hard, He quickly reached out and took it, but the torch was heavy and almost let it go, then asked in surprise.

The shopkeeper haha ​​smiled. He was about to pull the damaged support out of the wall. He said, "The surface is probably covered with a layer of magic bronze. Everything in the temple is like this. At first I thought it was a copper product, and it looked very heavy. I thought it was worth a few dollars. I didn’t expect to throw it here for a few years and no one cares about it. It seems that I should find a chance to throw it into the forge of the smithy. Melted into copper ingots, it should still be worth a few dollars!"

The inexplicable suction power from the torch is similar to the feeling of holding a shining saber. Surdak watched as the pattern on the surface of the torch was poured into divine aura. Then it turned on one after another holy light, and the dust covering the torch couldn't hide it. Surdak quickly retracted the divine aura and let the light from the torch pattern go out.

Surdak said to the shopkeeper: "How much do you want to sell this torch?"

When the shopkeeper saw that Surdak really wanted to buy the torch, he immediately acted like a businessman. Said to Surdak: "Maybe after the torch is smelted, I guess I can still collect some magic red bronze, so there are not three...oh...five Gold Coins I will definitely not sell."

Natasha didn't expect that a torch would be so expensive that she was so scared that she almost shed tears.

"I paid you the Gold Coin, I bought the torch!" Surdak happily took out five Gold Coins from the purse and placed them on the counter.

Take Natasha strode out of the thrift store.

"..."

Natasha hesitated whether to put the unpaid ball in her net pocket.

The shopkeeper stood at the door, loudly shouted at Natasha with a happy face: "This ball is given to you for free..."