"Guest, we don't use this kind of local currency very much. The ingredients are too complicated, and the price is one per day. Everyone says that it's not silver coins but iron coins! Usually, we use barter or standard silver coins from other countries. Yes, of course, gold is the most popular." Allen had previously heard that Levitzk's currency system was particularly chaotic, with each county having its currency, one for the better and one for the worse. There are more than a dozen currencies, and the losses in exchange for various currencies are particularly large. It can be outrageous when counting tariffs. I was still struggling with how to solve the currency problem before, but this time it is good, the currency of Silverland is universal, but it has solved a problem.
Allen nodded and understood that when he went to change the silver coins before, the people around him were staring at him with a very strange looks. At that time, he thought something was wrong.
It is estimated that the kid made it, and this entry and exit can make a lot of money. Alan thought.
"Thank you, Boss!" Allen threw his hands back and took out the silver Trini coins that he had prepared in advance and planned to use them when he went to Sylvia to pay the boss. Of course, this action was very fast, and the boss facing each other thought that the silver coin was taken out from the large sleeve of the robe.
After paying the money, the man wearing a black hat ran to the front of the booth. The hat looked a little worn, but it should have maintained its shape, and it could be seen that the owner still liked it. Lifting off the brim of the hat, the man said to the boss in a low voice: Sif's cavalry is coming again, hurry up and pack up. After speaking, he immediately put on his hat again, adjusted his collar, and walked away without looking back, leaving behind the boss's "Thank you for the reminder".
"Brother, hurry up and clean up and move further away. Even the goddess of order doesn't know what will happen when this group of god-killing cavalry arrives!" In the store owner's hateful introduction, Allen knew that and immediately notified him. The "dog brother" of a shop is a small member of the "rat", an organization responsible for maintaining market order.
When many "dog brothers" completed their tasks, the bosses of various stores in the market began to instruct the little guys to start packing up valuables, and those who had no staff could only pack up by themselves.
It didn't take long for a few cavalrymen in full armor to come over. At first glance, they were the personal guards of Lord Sifr, and their equipment was much better than that of the soldiers patrolling the streets. A few of them had big bellies, holding horse whips proudly, swaying their fat bodies all the way, looking around at the almost closed shops, and then pointing to a shop that had not been cleaned up and said: " The fruit in your shop is pretty good, and the Lord has taken a fancy to it." After speaking, he raised his neck, and immediately, a soldier got off his horse, wrapped all the fruits sold in the owner's shop in a cloth, and threw a few at random. Silver, and gave the fruit package to the fat leader who gave the order. The fat leader didn't shy away from the gazes of the people around him and directly feasted on the fruit he had just bought in the name of the Lord. He flipped through it and hid a golden bracelet in the armor's mezzanine.
The old man in the fruit shop didn't see the fat leader's little gesture, but he also knew that the bracelet he didn't collect in time was gone. But the old man was too timid and did not dare to say it directly, so he kept begging the soldiers: "Sir, you can do it, these few silver coins are not enough for the little old family to eat in a day, this fruit is for the rest of this year. The rations, the little old family has not eaten for a day, General, you can do it..." As he said these words, he leaned towards the cavalry column, his hands trembling, and he wanted to return the fruits.
The soldier was impatient for a long time, kicked the old man down with one kick, and then pulled two more whips, "This is the rule, we are not forced to buy and sell! How can those fruits of yours be worth so many silver coins in so many coins? "
Seeing that, Alan almost rushed up and shouted "Bracelet value!" when he saw that, but was tightly held by the clothing boss behind him, who kept telling Alan not to come forward.
During the dispute, the old man finally ran out of energy and fell directly into the dust haze raised by the military boots. He heard the sound of "bad luck" in the distance. Thinking of the four mouths that were still waiting for money to support him at home, he just fell to the ground. get up. And the soldier immediately returned to the side of the fat officials, nodded and bowed, and finally smiled, as if he thought he did a good job in the task, and they soon disappeared without a trace.
Allen still wanted to go up and help the old man, but the clothing store owner grabbed him: "Little brother if you just rushed up, you would be in big trouble! This is very common, and there will be a 'rat' person to deal with it soon. Yes, they'll get it done."
Before he finished speaking, a few beggars in tattered clothes came over. The two of them directly lifted the old man and put them on a stretcher made of mustard rope. Two others entered the old man's shop and began to rummage through the boxes. , seems to be looking for something rich, and the other is directly peeling off the old man's clothes, taking out the broken silver coins and broken Silmarillions in his pocket, and putting them with other things. in one piece. Next, the old man has transported away, and after a while, the person seemed to evaporate.
"Old Jones is afraid that he won't survive," the boss's tone was a little low. "The 'Rats' people will handle the funeral, little brother, don't meddle in it, the Sif people have their way of living."
Allen felt a little uncomfortable seeing this, as if he was stuck in his throat, and walked out of the market as if escaping something, but he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind. Crossing the small river that runs through the center of the city, Allen is ready to take a walk to the old town on the opposite bank.
The old city is different from the port. The arrangement of the buildings in the old city has been planned in detail at a glance, and there is still a bloody peace in it. There are several heavily guarded buildings on the side of the road, and the guards with crossbows on the second floor in the distance can be vaguely seen. The mansion of his officers and staff. Allen has no interest in these. He wants to learn about arcane arts, not to work for the Sif people, and he doesn't want to go to such a place anymore. Allen thought was to finish what he wanted to do as soon as possible, and then go to the next county.
Rise and fall, all living beings suffer.