High Above

"Bring it to you!"

Said yes, but the action of the hand is to grab - how can the herbal collector not know the price of Supor sleeping 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 engraved with the 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.

"It's a big profit!"

Thinking of this, and seeing that they are about to get their hands, the herbal pickers' breathing became heavy.

Dozens of thalers, the top of his total income for three years, must be lucky if he does not eat or drink, not to be stung by insects, not to suffer from miasma and not to get sick!

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 went 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, with the ability to control the muscles, the so-called knife wound is nothing more than a broken skin.

Next, let's show some money, even if the herb picker doesn't take the initiative, Ian himself will sprinkle a little sleep powder for everyone around to 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 Osenna 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.

By the next day, the incident was over, and the most dangerous moment had already passed in the competition for sleeping fans.

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

Sai Nan on the other side was angry.

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

——I didn’t do anything 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 herb pickers didn't give him any face at all.

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

"You bastard, take your hands away!"

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 snatch it back in fright.

"Elder Pu De 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 from the port, as well as Elder Bai Zhimin, who arrived at the first time, arrived.

Elder Purdue is not similar to the gray-haired old man who is about to die in the usual sense. This short, 70-year-old man who is only 1.6 meters tall has a pair of thick thick eyebrows and a big gray beard.

"What are you doing?!"

With a little dwarf blood, he has a loud voice and a pair of short legs when he walks like a tiger.

He strode 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 make a quibble out of fear.

But obviously, this is of no use.

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

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

call! 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's going on, how did the Ossner's house catch fire? Did he set his trousers on fire while he was roasting his legs?"

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

"no!"

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

"Ossina looks like a man this time..."

All of a sudden, everyone spoke in a hurry, which caused Elder Pude to roar and reprimand him. After everyone present was quiet, he asked individually how the situation was at that time.

This time, the answer was much more structured.

After that, he also asked Ian the same, 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.

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

In fact, most of the residents in the port immigration area 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 spoils, it's your spoils. The family has no surname, but there must be rules."

To appease Ian, who had stopped crying but was still a little scared, Elder Pudd hugged Elan who was soundly asleep.

After looking carefully at the meeting, he couldn't help frowning: "Oh...God damn it! It's true that I smoked a lot of sleeping cigarettes, and these savage sons of bitches 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 completely 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 Pude looked sideways at the injuries 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 suck too much mushrooms. I haven't figured out if it's true or not?"

Elder Purdue has a lot of prejudice against Ossena, 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 yourself to see your true nature."

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