The weather was not good the next day, and heavy rain poured down on the streets of Shixing City.
This is an old neighborhood, and old neighborhoods do not mean dirty or messy at all. Although the old houses and small buildings are built with irregular stones, the walls and floors are very clean, and there is not a trace of garbage in sight.
The heavy rain has reduced the number of pedestrians going out, and few people can be seen on the narrow road. Next to the door of a restaurant specializing in broth, tall clay pots are piled up. These are the goods of the pottery shop diagonally opposite. In the wind and rain
It is swaying in the middle, almost falling but not falling.
Down one side of the small slope, there is a small facade in an alley. A wooden wall lamp in the shape of an bayberry branch is nailed across the door. A wooden sign swinging in the rain hangs under the light stand. The sign is elegantly painted in red.
The words "Treasure Appreciation" and "Magic Goods for Sale" are written in the font. Between the two lines above and below, there is also "The Royal Court Master's Shop", which has been crossed out again.
Bing Zhixie, who was wearing a wide-brimmed magic hat and a raincoat without an umbrella, knocked on the lighted glass window door inside. After seeing the patterned glass, a figure approached the door and a girl came inside.
Question: "Who is it?"
"Edwina Tong'en, I am an acquaintance of yours." Bing Zhixie looked at the house number to make sure he was not in the wrong place. Before he came, he deliberately checked the names of his brothers and sisters, because this person in Xin
He couldn't remember the name of the girl Demol had met.
The older wooden door opened, and the person who opened the door was not the girl Bing Zhixie remembered, but a girl with violet hair and sky-blue eyes.
She recognized who the person in front of her was, a little surprised, and said, "Mr. Hero, are you looking for Tong En, is he her friend?"
"yes."
"You didn't know she passed away?"
Bing Zhixie was stunned for a moment: "When did it happen?"
"It's been two years since I got sick and left," the girl said.
"Oh." Bingzhixie said with sadness: "I'm sorry, I don't know. Actually... I'm here to see Mr. Sudan. I know him. Is he there?"
"He is here, sleeping."
"Is it convenient to disturb you?"
The girl thought about it and let him into the house.
After entering the house, Bing Zhixie took off her raincoat and looked for where to hang it.
The girl took it and said, "Give it to me." She hung her raincoat and Bing Zhixie's magic hat on an inconspicuous clothes rack behind the wooden door. She led Bing Zhixie to a small wooden table:
"Please sit down, I'll wake him up."
"Hey." Bing Zhixie raised his head and looked at the surrounding environment, and the sound of wooden wheels of carriages and horses could be heard above his head. This store is right below the road slope, and even the ceiling above his head is paved at an angle.
However, it looks low, and the space behind the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite Bing Zhixie is quite large, but the place where guests are received is a bit low.
The shop, or rather the room, seemed very cramped, with a large space but full of things. In front of the thick curtains were piles of large and small baskets, and inside were piles of common utensils used by magicians. Behind the floor-to-ceiling windows
On the side is a very tall wall shelf, which is filled with bits and pieces. Even the opening in the wall window is paved to look like a counter. There are many long and long items that have been there for who knows how long.
The dusty small objects were mostly jars and bottles.
The sound of footsteps going down the wooden stairs came from far in front. It seemed that the house built under the slope was indeed very large. Edwina Sultan buttoned the buttons on his green robe and left.
He came out and said, "Come in and sit down." He only came out and poked his head, then walked back to the back room behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside there were several four-sided sofas with torn leather, surrounding a coffee table in the middle filled with messy items.
"I didn't expect that the environment you live in is like this." Bing Zhixie found a place to sit down.
Sudan gestured to the purple-haired girl to make some hot tea, and then arranged the books and classics on the table: "I'm sorry, the house is a little messy, don't worry about it. Oh, you should be used to drinking tea."
"Um."
After roughly packing up, Sultan sat diagonally across from Bing Zhixie and raised his chin to indicate the direction of the kitchen: "My roommate Roland."
Bing Zhixie: "Her clothes are very beautiful, and she is also very beautiful."
Sudan smiled: "Thank you. She likes to wear black lace or Lolita clothes. Her tea art is very good. You can try it later."
Bing Zhixie suddenly felt that Sudan was no longer as calm and confident as before: "I just heard about your sister, and I'm very sad."
Sudan sighed softly: "It's all over."
"Can I ask what's going on?"
Sudan was silent for a long time, seeming to be lost in memories.
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
Sudan rubbed his face vigorously and said: "She went to Dragon Burial Valley and contracted the disease. She lasted for a long time. She wanted to live, but... the doctor tried his best, I know."
Bing Zhixie wanted to ask something more, but she couldn't bear to ask any more.
When the tea was brought, Roland gave Bing Zhixie a complaining look and went to the attic.
Sudan asked: "Come here to see me, do you have anything?"
"I have a few things that I would like you to take a look at."
"I have to charge a fee." Sudan said: "Treating my sister cost me most of my savings. During this time, I relied entirely on my roommates and this shop."
"clear."
Bing Zhixie took out the Dark Rank Deep Space Sphere and placed it on the soft cushion on the table.
Sultan picked it up and observed it under the light, then opened the tool box placed on the sofa next to him, took out various instruments and tried them out.
After drinking the tea, Bing Zhixie felt her mouth was burning and she was bored sitting there, so she asked, "Can I visit?"
"Whatever." The Sultan had already focused on the treasure.
There are many books on the wall in the room. There are many books on the wall. There are piles on the floor. Bing Zhixie randomly picked up a few books and flipped through a few pages. They were all about the cultural evolution and treasures of various ethnic groups and countries around the world.
Records. The impurities involved range from astronomy to minerals, professions such as smelting, biology, satin craftsmanship..., and profound things such as the interference of different impurities in the magic stone on the magic Bose, etc.
Bing Zhixie thinks that his reading volume and coverage are already very extensive, but compared with him, he is still far behind. He has never read many books here, and some of the contents are simply incomprehensible.
The Sultan put down his tools and the magic ball, and found that Bing Zhixie was not around, so he stood up and looked around, and found Bing Zhixie behind a heavy curtain: "Those are my very important collection of books. They are divided into categories. Don't give them to me."
I made a mess."
Bing Zhixie walked out from behind the curtain and said, "There must be five thousand books on this book wall."
"11,248 books, and there are 9,840 books over there. I have more than 54,000 books here, and there are more books upstairs."
"Have you seen it all?"
"I have read most of them twice," said Sultan. "Don't read too much. In fact, some of the contents are overlapping and repeated. Some of them have been understood. The following contents can be read quickly, with ten lines at a glance."