"Then how much does a sword embryo like this cost?"

"Depending on the required functions and materials, it usually only costs 50 to 100 pounds."

Looking at Treville's understatement, Annick said silently in his heart, profiteer, most of the cost of these things is estimated to be handmade.

"Then come back and look at the materials another day. Let's go. Matthew, don't read any more."

Matthew was still staring at a silver stabbing sword with beautiful patterns, and when he heard Annick's shout, he consciously answered his body.

"Oh, here we come, senior."

"Well done, welcome back next time."

Annick shook his head. If it were him, he would definitely beg Spencer with shame. At least he would be able to save the cost of the craftsmanship.

"Where should we go next?"

"Over there, there is a large market for extraordinary materials. Not only are there cheap metals, but also disposable runes and semi-finished magic items for sale. Mr. Merlin and Norbert asked me to buy some things for them when they went out.

go back."

"Okay, let's go."

The so-called market is a small square. After the snow has been shoveled away, simple tablecloths are spread, or small wheeled carts are spread out to form stalls.

Citrine, phoenix blood stone, this is the double moon flower.

Annick tried hard to distinguish the things he could recognize, but accidentally forgot about Matthew.

After looking around, Annick didn't see Ma Xiu. He looked at the low wall next to him and was about to jump up to take a look.

"Senior, here, over here."

Matthew appeared at an old bookstall, holding an ancient book in his hand. The cover no longer existed, and was only held in a dictionary bookcase with a piece of white paper attached to it.

"Conjecture about the worship of ancient gods in the Gold-Silver Era?"

Annick read the title of this book, which looked like a college thesis, and was confused.

"Matthew, are you interested in this kind of thing?"

Matthew shook his head and replied: "No, Mr. Merlin said that anyone who comes across this kind of antique book will consider buying it as long as the price is right. He will buy it."

Annick took the book and flipped through it. The paper was yellowed, but the printing was quite good. The font was in the common language of the Western Continent. Judging from the preservation of the paper, the book was probably more than two to three hundred years old.

"Boss, how much is it?"

The owner of the stall looked young, wearing a thick cotton coat, and holding a popular popular novel in his hand, the one that Annick often saw in his two sisters' books, called "The Revenge of the Earl."

"Just give it to me. This is an old antique. I'll sell it to you for 6 shillings."

Annick quickly calculated in his mind that this book was not cheap anymore. He hurriedly stopped Matthew from paying for it, and then said: "Cheaper, you see, the cover of this book is damaged. Although it looks old, I took a look at it."

The book is probably reprinted in a later batch. So, 5 shillings, anyway. The market for your book is limited, and not many people are interested in this kind of wild history."

"Then it's 5 shillings. No more bargaining. After the old man is gone, all these things will be left to me." The young man said, pointing to the cart of books in front of him.

"Okay, Matthew, please pay."

"Oh, okay, senior."

After leaving with this ancient book that was comparable to a dictionary, the stall owner continued to read lazily in the sun.

Annick looked at Matthew who was holding the book and putting it carefully into his handbag and asked: "What do I need to buy next?"

Matthew thought for a while and then replied: "Aromatherapy, the kind that blends hyacinth and tulip. Mr. Merlin said these two are the fragrances that the God of Winter and the Mother Goddess like, and they are used when most rituals need to be performed. Also

Even the one-time runes will use tin blocks. This kind of metal is easy to process and carving. If the carving fails, the oil lamp can be remelted and used again."

Fortunately, these two things are very common. After Matthew found a common street stall to purchase some, Annick also bought some tin blocks for himself to go back and practice making runes. The flash runes used against Hilton were very effective last time.

Yes, anyway, I wear color-changing glasses at any time now.

Seeing that Matthew's handbag was full, she was also holding a small linen bag given to her by a stall owner.

"After the purchase is completed, can you move the big and small bags?"

"No problem, senior, don't forget that I am also a transcendent."

Yes, this guy was wearing a thick coat and carrying dozens of pounds of things effortlessly. Annick put away his sympathy and continued to stroll around Iron Cauldron Alley with her.

Matthew stopped in front of a three-story building with an iron fence. This was already the end of Iron Cauldron Lane. The courtyard gate was facing the road. Several people were wearing white washed and patched cotton clothes.

Children are running in the yard.

Matthew pointed to the building behind the yard. It was a dilapidated small building with broken windows and only newspapers stuck outside.

"Here we are, senior. My last job today is to visit here."

"Orphanage?" Annick blurted out. It turns out that there are welfare institutions among extraordinary people?

"No, this is a group of cute and old-fashioned people."

Opening the door, the children inside obviously knew Ma Xiu and shouted hurriedly: "Sister Ma Xiu, you are here. The uncle next to you is new here."

"Yes, is Grandpa Caesar here today?"

"Yes, tell him, let's go out and play. It's really boring to be locked in this alley every day." A boy holding a ball complained.

"Okay, I will work hard, let's go, senior."

"Come on, I'll open the door for you."

Walking to the small building, Annick tried to push the door, but it was unlocked. After pushing the door open, the scene that greeted Annick was a little surprised.

Three rows of benches are placed on the left and right sides of the hall. In the middle is a two-person wide aisle. Opposite the door is a small pulpit. A wooden podium for one person to speak is placed on it. Behind the podium, a cross

Hanging on the wall, there is a wooden carving of a bound male, and under the cross there is a brass nameplate with a few lines written in ancient Elvish.

Annick couldn't help but read: "You come from the place of origin, an existence older than the gods under the starry sky. You are the incarnation of the supreme will, the existence that enlightens all things, our Lord and Holy Father."

"Pah, pah, pah."

I thought of applause in the hall. A kind-faced old man, wearing a black robe with many purple buttons and hem to his ankles, walked down the second floor of the stairs, applauding as he walked.

Annick looked at the old man with doubts, and before he could speak, he introduced himself.

"I am the current leader of Silver Morning Star. You can also call me Caesar."

Caesar? I am still Augustus, Annick held back his complaints. This guy who pretended to be called the deputy emperor of the Roman Empire might really be called Caesar.

"Mr. Caesar, is this your real name?"

"My real name, I have forgotten it. I was probably called Caesar after I was chosen as the successor a few decades ago."

Is the co-authorship of Caesar really still a position, similar to the pope and pope of the major orthodox churches?

"Is this still passable, Caesar? Sir, how many generations are you in?"

"Three hundred and twenty generations, our Dawn Morning Star has been inherited from the Golden Age to today. How about it, are you interested in knowing more?"

Caesar stretched out his hand, preparing to introduce his organization in detail. Annick felt that there was a certain organization on earth that was very similar.
Chapter completed!