The city of Reno, with its backdrop of canals and trade, thrives on profit and evil.
Anyway, since they were kids, they hadn't stopped hearing about vicious incidents coming from this place.
Armed fights, explosions, clashes, mass assaults...
Every year you read in the paper about the big stories that come out of this place.
The three of them got out of the car and stood on the side of the busy road looking around.
The streets were densely populated with pedestrians coming and going in a neat and orderly manner, with no appearance of a Sin City at all.
The gray stone and brick pavement reverberates crisply when stepped on, and the buildings on either side are vintage in style, with red steeple roofs and stuccoed gray and white brick walls.
There's not that much that's new, and the history is steeped in flavor.
A glance over the busy streets, either brightly lit store windows or private mansion parapets, intervening cars, leisurely pedestrians on the road, polished street lamps, phone booths with people lined up, benches with people reading newspapers or eating, and cleaners cleaning out the garbage cans.
Looking up, there was little to see in Reno City that had a tall building, Dasha.
Fina bristled, "Our town's clock tower is being torn down, and the town center is rumored to be getting a department store, but instead it's big places like this that still have their vintage look."
Remembering that the clock tower that held so many of their happy memories was about to be demolished, Eleazar smiled bitterly and took her hand.
The three of them walked down the street into the large square ahead of them, and an incredibly lively open-air assembly unfolded before them.
Countless carts and booths, in the square in a large circle, there is also a dense number of stalls, dressed in exotic costumes, vendors, in their respective stalls to sell shouting, pedestrians rubbing shoulders one after another, the noise shook the sky.
"Wow, it's very busy here~"
The witch pulled out a wallet and drew two bills out.
"I'm going shopping!"
"Don't you have any money of your own!" Eleazar chopped back his own wallet and glared at her in dismay.
"Don't be so petty, look at that guy~"
Evelea nudged toward the bazaar, "Too stingy to buy anything for his lady friend, he's about to lose all his money."
Eleazar followed her gaze and discovered, a well-dressed rich man with a couple of pretty female companions, standing in front of a brocade stall, the female companion seemed to be eyeing something, the stall owner was enthusiastically gesticulating, but in the end, the rich man shook his head, and left with the disappointed-faced female companion.
Not a moment later, a man who was looking around bumped into him, the rich man's face was furious, the man bent over and apologized, and even squatted down, helped him wipe the tread dirty shoes.
The big-bellied tycoon was satisfied to let people go and left with his female companion, while he did not see the man behind him, who slowly stood up and spat on the curb with a very disdainful gaze, and who was holding a wallet made of expensive leather weaving in his hand.
After the hands of the thief inserted his pockets stride forward, without the just the naive look around, on the way and a few people brushed past, after a few turnover, the money bag finally appeared in a low head walking plain pedestrians, slowly into the alley.
"Well, it's quite the retro city." Eleazar holds his chin up as he watches the scene.
A beggar with a broken bowl came to them, "Do me a favor, I haven't eaten in three days."
"Really?"
Eleazar turns his head and looks at the beggar with a smirk.
"Really, I'm so hungry I can hardly walk!"
"You don't look like you can't walk, why don't... Why don't you open your stomach and let me have a look?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, if there's really no food, we'll give you all the money we have on us!"
"You guys... Nuts!"
The beggar raised his head to look dumbfounded at the three people whose faces were full of interest, and saw that they seemed to really want to let themselves break open their bellies to prove it, and his eyes suddenly became frightened, knowing that he had encountered a ruthless person, and hurriedly bowed his head and left.
Eleazar looked at the charlatan fleeing in disarray and sighed, "It really is a simple place where the people do their own work and feed themselves, no wonder father never used to allow us to come here to play."
Fina gave him a blank look.
They then went into the bazaar and wandered around for a while with great interest.
It wasn't long before the witch spotted a white robe supposedly woven from silk in a stall, classically styled and very nice, and insisted that Eleazar go and buy it.
Price: $2,000
Eleazar surveyed it with his senses and found no transcendent aura, it was just an ordinary textile, just very well made.
Fina, who is the daughter of a tailor, reaches out her hand to check the quality.
"Pah~"
The witch knocked her hand off.
"This is my stuff, you're not allowed to touch it!"
Fina looked at her lightly, "Did you pay?"
"Paid right away!"
Evelea gestures frequently to Eleazar with her eyes.
The vendor also knew no better than to come forward to add fuel to the fire, "Aiya, you guys really have a good eye, this dress is the last one of the best we have here, and we guarantee that we won't be able to find a second one exactly like it in the city."
Eleazar looked at the two helplessly, "Hey! I don't have that much money on me."
"Prickly~"
The classical robe was ripped in half by the two women who were dead set on not letting go.
The stall owner, who had been persuading the stall owner, laughed and stood with his hands clasped, sitting and waiting to collect the money.
One holds the top, the other the bottom.
Eleazar was dumbfounded for a moment and said slowly with a stern face, "I really don't have that kind of money, didn't you just see that?"
The stall owner smiled and pointed towards the side of the square, "It's okay, there's a bank over there and a pawn store, you can go and slowly get the money together, it doesn't matter if you leave anyway, we're most welcoming to girls who have no money and are in debt here."
Eleazar glared at the two women who hadn't shown the slightest bit of remorse and walked slowly out of the square with a sullen face.
Where would he have anything on him to pawn, except to go to the bank and wire money.
After waiting in a long line, he came to the window, took out the money order his father had left him, and with immense heartache exchanged a little money out.
Go back to the stall and give the stall owner a bunch of bills to redeem the girl that the two were selling clothes for someone else.
"There, now you're satisfied."
Eleazar looked on helplessly at the flaming duo.
"Hmph!"
The witch and warlock, one holding half of the dress, glared at each other, skimming their heads harshly.
Not in the mood to keep showing them around, he went straight to the canal dock.
Densely packed ships were docked, workers and sailors were unloading cargo or cleaning the decks, patrolmen were walking by the shore in ten minutes, and if you had a sharp eye, you could see plainclothes officers roaming around.
Standing underneath the bridge hole, Eleazar reaches out and touches the stone wall.
"There's still unwashed blood here..."