Chapter 333 First Movement Poems of Awakening (10): Market
"A little? How much is a little? A little bit???..."
Hearing this, An's lips stopped on the edge of the glass.
He is very good-looking and his answers are outrageous.
"Which sentence is more likely, 'Be a little smart' or the previous one, 'The instrument fell into the sea'?" She held her chin in one hand and stared at Fan Ning.
"The former." Fan Ning returned to his previous demeanor.
The sea breeze carrying heat waves blew by, and the girl's eyes under her hair were blinking.
If the motive for showing off is to win favor, then such a boy is still very cute, but of course, the prerequisite is that he looks good.
Massenego, who was dressed as a knight, said: "No matter what, the addition of Mr. Scheler will always bring one or two more songs to the team, and it will always be a thing that can bring joy and luck."
Chrétien nodded in agreement.
Although he has not yet figured out the reason why this "guide" proposed to let Scheler follow him, he can understand the above subtext: people under the banner of troubadour will never make something out of nothing... At least Mr.
He will be a music major, not an engineering or chemistry major...
Ann thinks so too.
Luna, standing aside, felt that things were developing in a direction she could not imagine.
Why are these people at the table already drinking water and chatting?
It was a good thing, but it seemed that Mr. Massenego had brought about the situation out of his own judgment. These people were still questioning his identity as a troubadour. As the first person to propose a courtesy agreement, she always felt a little resentful.
Luna thought for a while, quickly said a word, and then stepped off the balcony:
"Mr. Scheele, please wait a moment. I'll be right back when I get back to the hotel."
"You forgot your umbrella." Fan Ning enjoyed the cold water and never looked back.
"Ah!" She kicked back twice more, held up a delicate little black umbrella, and trotted away under the scorching sun.
During this period, Marseille Negu and An asked a few questions again, and Fan Ning answered and chatted casually according to his mood.
About five minutes later, the little girl came back panting. A layer of sweat appeared on her pale forehead. She was carrying a small satchel made of knotted ropes, decorated with colorful strips and flowers fluttering in the sea breeze.
"The journey has not yet begun, so there is no need to rush to cash in." Fan Ning drank the last sip of juice and slowly scraped the avocado on the wall of the cup with a spoon.
"There is something more urgent than this." She stretched out her little hand to fan her face, "I want to buy a piano for you. Can I invite you to the market to choose it together?"
A strange look flashed across Fan Ning's face, but he quickly reiterated his identity in his mind.
"Thank you, generous and beautiful little girl." He stood up.
"See you later." An said goodbye to him warmly, and received some attention from him, but not as much as she expected.
The eldest sister Camilla cast a joking look, which made her return to her table a little annoyed.
There were only two people left at the table.
Looking at the backs of the tall and the short figures in the square, Chretien made a look and signaled to send a guard to keep an eye on the foreigner.
But he was immediately stopped by Masai Negu with a gesture.
Chretien finally spoke in confusion: "Mr. 'Guide', can you tell me your intention?"
"I never thought he would be a troubadour. It was just a chance encounter on the beach and his melancholy temperament that frightened the child. Although a 'lost man' is of no use in the family, I always want to ensure that
Basic safety of members.”
Masai Negou waited until the two figures in the square completely disappeared before lowering his voice and speaking slowly:
"He is a wise man."
Chretien's eyes narrowed and he confirmed in disbelief: "You said Scheele? Is he the same person as you? That makes it even more difficult to let him and Luna be alone."
Masai Negu's eyes stayed on the spot where the two disappeared: "His plan is to follow the caravan to Tia City. I'm worried that in his mind, this plan will not change whether it is 'rejected or accepted', so
No matter what his actual purpose is, I hope that he will be in the light rather than in the dark along the way, which is why I suggest you welcome him to join..."
"For the same reason, the process of buying musical instruments at the market before departure must be pleasant. There is no need to worry too much about it. If you send someone to follow you, there is a risk of angering the person after being discovered, even if it is me personally.
Go check it out.”
"Is he stronger than you?" Chretien heard the premise of this "guide"'s words.
If this is not the case, another set of analysis logic that is lower risk and more proactive can be used.
"It's possible, but I'm not sure." Massenego frowned and said nothing.
"He gave me a very strange feeling. At first, I felt that the intensity of his inspiration was only close to mine. But as the contact process deepened, I found that I could not see through his spiritual essence more and more. It seemed to be a kind of texture.
Or extremely high-level characteristics, from time to time I have a kind of revelation that I have no power to resist... But I repeatedly feel that he just has an outstanding temperament, and his pure inspiration strength should be equal to mine... In short, I keep repeating
Again, I’m not sure.”
This fourth-level knowledgeable person who studied "Jin" only felt that Scheler was on par with him at one moment, and at the other moment he couldn't see the details at all.
"You made me feel a little uneasy." Chretien frowned and smiled bitterly, "If he is more powerful than you, a 50-pound gift cannot explain his motives at all... I am beginning to hope that he is really a troubadour.
.”
"That would be even more unexplainable." Masenegu, who was sitting upright, glanced at him. "In that case, his worth would be higher, and the gifts he would receive would be even more unmatched."
Chrétien's expression froze.
…
Fan Ning felt that the difference between the street scenes of the United Principality of Feton and the Tioline Empire was not as big as he imagined.
If you don't consider the sea breeze, if you don't consider the high temperature, if you limit your discussion to the buildings and transportation facilities in small towns.
The world has entered the steam age for nearly two hundred years. Although the development process of each continent is different, the difference between Port Bakriso and the small town of Gogol is a comparison between the "21st century and the 1980s" rather than "modern times and
"Ancient times" is such a large time span gap.
The distinctive feature lies in the details.
The streets of the market are wide and clean, and there are not many horse-drawn carriages. A lot of the missing ground has been replaced by black gravel or brown and green turf. The little girl next to him is calmly leading himself through the crowd. From this perspective, he can only see
Her ivory buttoned leather boots and little black umbrella.
On both sides are stalls under various parasols, and further inside are complex but not high roof ridges, vaults or flat roofs. The blinds outside the store windows are all painted in light-colored paint, and various succulent flower pots with strange shapes are placed outside.
.
Not long after walking, Fan Ning squatted down under a white parasol out of curiosity, so Luna also stopped.
There are three or four wire mesh cages, with a water tank structure in the lower half. Each cage contains a toad. They are very large, more than 15 centimeters, and their whole body is dark red. From time to time, they make a weak and low cry.
What Fanning is curious about is the Lange language written on the sign.
“Why is halfpenny so cheap?…”
"Although I don't think toads are edible, it would take a lot of effort to capture and raise such a big one, right?"
"It only cost 6 pence to sell all four of the key ones... Could it be that the price is a smaller unit of weight?" He whispered various speculations.
"Mr. Scheler, you have misunderstood." Luna next to her had a strange expression.
"The meaning of this sign is that for a penny and a half you can take a lick of it."