Chapter 24: the elder

  Chapter 24 Elders

   "Bring it to you!"

   Said yes, but the action of the hand is to grab - how can the herb collector not know the price of Supor sleep powder? If that small packet really contained sleeping powder, it would at least be a big deal worth dozens of thaler coins!

  The Thaler silver coin, also known as the big silver coin, is the main currency issued by the empire. The obverse is inscribed with a profile photo of the emperor at the time of issue. In addition to Thaler, there are also small silver coins, also known as Bison coins, which are the local currency commonly used in the five southwestern provinces of the empire.

When the currency value is stable, one thaler is equal to twelve small silver coins. Most people can't afford thalers at all, and even small silver coins are not often used, so there is Finney copper under it, and ten tops A small silver coin.

  A small silver coin can buy a pound of offal beef in a normal place, and a pfennig can buy a large loaf of brown bread.

   "Big profit!"

  Thinking of this, seeing that the medicine is about to arrive, the herbal pickers' breathing became heavy.

  Dozens of thalers, topped his total income for three years, and he had to be lucky if he didn't eat or drink, and he didn't get stung by insects, miasma or sickness!

   This thing is not very valuable to the natives, but it is very rare to the imperial people.

  Of course, the herbal picker didn't notice the slightly raised corners of Ian's mouth.

  —The plan is going well.

Everyone was attracted by the fire, and the knife wound he stabbed himself on his teacher was enough to fool everyone. Hilliard is obviously a master who is extremely proficient in fighting, and the simulated wound is like a real fight As in the middle of being pierced by someone, there is no flaw at all.

   Not to mention, being able to control the muscles, the so-called knife wound is nothing more than a broken skin.

   Next, if you show some money, even if the herb picker doesn't take the initiative, Ian will sprinkle a little sleep powder himself, so that everyone around can find out, which will naturally remind them that the aborigines carry it with them.

The sleeping powder in my hand was only one-third of the original bag of sleeping powder, and I used another third to deal with Oceana and the natives, and the rest was enough for myself and Hilliard to "rehabilitate". It is possible to survive without working.

  After all, if this thing is not precious, it is impossible to trap Oceana and become the eyeliner of the aborigines in the city.

And that may be snatched away, the one-third of the sleeping powder that is scattered is just to rationalize everything and attract all eyes, so that people have no energy and attention to think about some loopholes in fire and other things. bait.

  Wait until the next day, the incident will be reversed, and the most dangerous moment has passed in the competition for sleeping fans.

  However, just when Ian was going to let the herb picker **** the sleeping powder from him.

   Sai Nan on the other side was angry.

  Brin, this guy, who usually snatches some flowers and plants from the natives, dares to **** the little Ian he saved from the sea of ​​fire? !

  —I didn’t do it myself, so it’s your turn? !

  Although Sai Nan didn't really save him, the fisherman obviously put himself in this position, and the actions of the herbal picker didn't give him any face at all.

   "You bastard!" He raised his hand, ready to punch.

   "You bastard, take your hands back!"

   But without waiting for a slow reaction, Sai Nan, who had just raised his hand, punched the herbal picker in the face.

   In the street behind, there was an angry explosion, and the familiar voice immediately made the herb pickers who wanted to **** it back in fright.

   "Elder Pude is here!" There was an exclamation from the side of the road.

  Ian also raised his head in surprise, looking at the street entrance beside him.

  Accompanied by hurried heavy footsteps, several pharmacists in the port, and Elder Bai Zhimin who arrived at the first time arrived.

  Elder Pude is not similar to a white-haired old man who is dying in the usual sense. This short, 70-year-old man in his early 160s has a pair of thick thick eyebrows and a big gray beard.

   "What is this doing?!"

  With some dwarf blood, he has a loud voice, and he walks vigorously on short legs.

  He came striding forward, pointed at the herbal picker and scolded, "Snatch something from a child? Huh? Snatch something from your own siblings?"

   "I just want to see what it is, so as not to be dangerous..." The herb picker backed away and waved his hands, and he wanted to speak hard and quibble in fear.

   But obviously, this doesn't help.

  Elder Purdue came to Ian, who looked ignorant, and protected the boy behind him.

   Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and slapped the herbal picker who was still explaining.

   Hoo! This slap brought out the wind, and it was not the strength that an old man should have at all. It directly hit the herbal picker on the ground, kneeling on the ground, and the whole person was obviously stunned.

But even so, the slapped herb picker could only bear it, and didn't even dare to be dissatisfied. Face walked away quickly.

   "What happened, how did the Ossner's house catch fire? Did he set his pants on fire while he was roasting his legs?"

   Taking advantage of this power, the old man stared round his eyes, looked around the scene, and learned the general and specific situation from other people.

"no!"

   "Elder, listen to me, they are indigenous..."

   "Ossina is a man this time..."

  For a while, everyone spoke in a hurry, which caused Elder Pude to roar and reprimand, and after everyone present was quiet, he asked individually how the situation was at that time.

   This time, the answer is much more organized.

  After that, he also asked Ian, and got the same answer as everyone else. The elder had already thought about it: "Indigenous people? So that's the case. It seems that the demand for pure sacrifices has driven these damned ghosts crazy, and they actually set their minds on us!"

The Bai people are an ethnic group with extremely strong family consciousness. Most of them gather in the big cities in the heart of the empire in the form of aristocratic families and villages with surnames, or gather themselves into villages and towns, with the oldest and most authoritative elders as elders to manage a group of people. Branch internal matters.

  The Port Harrison branch was deprived of their surname, territory, and all wealth decades ago due to political reasons, and was dispatched from the imperial capital to this coastal port on the south side of the Byson Mountains.

  In fact, most of the residents in the port immigration areas south of the Bison Mountains are like this, either they are relegated officials, or they are exiled families.

   "Good boy, you did a good job tonight, it should be your trophy, it is your trophy. The family has no surname, but there must be rules."

   Comforting Ian who had stopped crying but was still a little scared, Elder Purdue hugged Elan who was soundly asleep.

  After taking a closer look, he couldn't help frowning: "Oh...God **** it! It's true that I smoked a lot of sleeping cigarettes, and these savage sons of **** didn't intend to bring back a normal child!"

Looking at Elan's eyelids and smelling the smell of hair, the experienced Elder Pude can fully distinguish the traces and smell of Supor Huamian powder. What Ian said is true. It seems that this group of barbaric people sacrificed for purity. The natives are really well prepared.

   Immediately afterwards, Elder Purdue looked sideways at the injury on 'Ossena' who was being treated by the doctor.

   Needless to say, the knife wounds, those natives were really vicious.

What surprised Pude was actually the courage of 'Ossenna': "It's really hard for Osenaar, a quiet and gloomy guy, to have the guts to fight such a serious knife wound. The death of the four natives... If there is no distortion, with this talent and willpower, maybe you can really become a sublimator."

   "Of course, it's also possible that you **** more mushrooms. I haven't figured out if it's true or not?"

Elder Purdue has a lot of prejudice against Ossenna, but since this man has fulfilled his duty of protecting his blood relatives, he will not speculate too maliciously: "I underestimate your courage... It seems that sometimes, people really You have to force it to see your true nature."

   "Speaking of which, has this kid gotten stronger?"

  (end of this chapter)