"You only need a bag of gold to gain the protection of the great Lord Bastet! What better deal could there be than this?!"
"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"
"You will not encounter any danger in the city of Ursa after wearing it!" The short dwarf businessman quickly got rid of the consternation caused by the little banshee's out-of-the-box thinking and continued to work hard to sell his talisman: "And it only takes a moment.
Bag of gold!”
Zhu Zhu sighed a little because he couldn't find it.
"I'm so sorry," she puffed up her cheeks, her red pupils full of apology: "Although I am also afraid of danger, I am more afraid of my captain... If the captain knows that I worship other gods, he will eat me
It fell."
After saying that, she clasped her hands behind her back, shook her head, and skipped out of the dwarf's shop, chasing Nikita who was about to disappear in the sea of people.
The dwarf businessman stared blankly at the little witch's leaving figure. After a while, he spat on the ground unluckily.
Looking back, I saw two sturdy wizards in red robes squatting in front of their stall, looking at another toad-shaped wooden sculpture of a god on the stall, whispering to each other.
One of them is a fat man with a round head and round face and blue skin; the other has a striking red face. Judging from their clothing and appearance, it is obvious that they are all foreigners.
The dwarf's eyes lit up and he immediately came over.
Two wizards were talking quietly.
"Is this the sculpture of that guy from Tsathogya?"
"I think it's a moon beast... The doctor told me that the moon beast, a specialty of Dreamland, looks like a big toad."
"But it has no tentacles around its mouth! And if I remember correctly, the moon beast should be white. The color of this sculpture is almost purple-black, similar to Sathoggua."
"Satogua has short hair, not this kind of oily skin..."
"Hey, you're the boss, right?" The blue-skinned fat man turned to look at the dwarf businessman and asked rudely: "Then you must know who this sculpture belongs to, right?"
"Of course!" The dwarf put his hands on his hips and nodded confidently: "The great Sathoggua..."
Fatty Lan immediately looked at his companions with a proud look on his face.
The dwarf changed the topic and added: "...and the descendant of the great Moon Beast Mother! With it, you can gain the friendship of the Moon Beast clan and the favor of His Majesty Sathoggua at the same time!"
Fatty Lan's face suddenly turned dark, while his companion, the sturdy wizard with a red face, held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"All you need is a bag of gold!" The dwarf waved his short arms and shouted hoarsely: "A bag of gold! You will be blessed by two adults! Is there any business that is more cost-effective than this?! Absolutely not.
Got it!"
The two outsiders stood up.
"Faith is not for sale," Fatty Blue righteously rejected the dwarf's offer: "Blessing is not a business either. You are tarnishing these sacred words."
On the other hand, the red-faced wizard was relatively simple, and said to the dwarf honestly: "Actually, we don't have a bag of gold... We are new here, and we don't know what the currency here is."
The dwarf once again spat on the ground with an unlucky look on his face.
Fatty and Zhang Jixin returned to the street and continued walking along the flow of people.
"Speaking of which, the captain and the others should have arrived." Fatty Lan looked around and said, "I wonder where that guy Maodou went..."
"We should go find the black cat." Zhang Jixin replied slowly: "By the way, did you smell anything on that dwarf just now?"
"Well, it's a very faint scent of a demon." Fatty Lan didn't take it seriously and waved his hand: "It's most likely the lingering scent of a demon passing by. Let's not get into trouble for the time being..."
The red-faced wizard nodded silently.
The two of them continued to walk forward along with the flow of people.
…
…
When Zhu Zhu found Nikita, the banshee was standing in front of a divination booth, bending over and looking carefully at a piece of yellowed parchment.
It was a stall with a big purple umbrella. Golden tassels and snails hung down from the umbrella ribs, swaying in the breeze. There was a huge table under the umbrella, and the tabletop was covered with a purple tablecloth, which looked fluffy.
There was a faint white light shining under the setting sun. On the table were a thick book, several rolls of parchment, ink and purple quills, but the most eye-catching thing was a carved copper pot with a narrow mouth and a big belly.
An old witch with a huge aquiline nose sat behind the table, wearing a thick purple cloak that covered her head, neck and body, leaving only her wrinkled face exposed.
Her skinny hands were like crow's paws, stroking the copper pot while she muttered something.
Pearl-colored mist sprayed out from the mouth of the pot, condensing into a small figure wearing a turban. The figure held a quill and left a string of cursive characters on the yellowed parchment.
The little banshee came closer.
A string of poetic words were written in black ink on the parchment:
"The sunset burns,
There is no escape from bad luck.
We stand at the end of life.
Crying bitterly while holding fantasies and dreams.
But you have a destiny that you cannot change."
The little banshee looked up at the crimson clouds in the sky, as if blood was burning. The evening wind blew by, and she tightened her beautiful little robe and shuddered.
"What is this?" it asked Nikita in a low voice.
"I don't know either." The banshee shook her head: "It's not a prophecy or a verse. It looks more like a romantic poet lamenting about fate."
"Isn't this for you?" Zhu Zhu looked at the banshee in confusion, and then at the old fortune teller in a cloak sitting behind the booth, with a confused look on his face.
"No," Nikita stood up straight and replied calmly: "I was just standing here, and the little thing in the copper kettle came out by itself and wrote this paragraph."
Zhu Zhu glanced at the old witch cautiously.
The old witch half-squinted her eyes and seemed not to have heard the conversation between the guests. A soft meow came from her arms, and a golden paw came out from under the purple cloak. She stretched her waist and stretched her five flesh pads.
Opening it comfortably, the little banshee couldn't help but want to reach out and squeeze it.
"Excuse me," the little banshee resisted the impulse in her heart and politely asked the old witch: "Have you ever seen a wizard and a witch with a gray dog... It probably looks like this
.”
She took out a portrait from her arms, which was an image drawn based on the descriptions of the ancestors. However, the ancestors and the wizards are not the same creature after all. It is inevitable that there will be a situation similar to 'face blindness', so the portrait they provided