Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 656 80

Early the next morning, when the light illuminated Constantinople again, there were already far fewer residents on the streets than on the first day of the celebration. Google search reading

The vendors on both sides are still selling the products on their carts, and there are still sporadic stilt walkers or handicraft artists in the middle of the street performing performances for passing merchants. But it is undeniable that after just three days, most of the tourists who poured into the city have dispersed.

There is no way around it.

As time goes by, there will be more and more merchants emptying their goods and tourists spending all their silver coins. At the same time, there will be fewer and fewer valuable live animals in the trucks of street vendors.

After the most popular first three days, all that was left on the truck were the remaining goods that had been picked by thousands of hands. Without a discount, it would be difficult to sell at the original price.

At this time, the most heard voices on the street were the bargaining voices of lower-class residents.

“I said to you, old brother, it’s your first time coming to Constantinople!”

"Listen to the old man's advice. Even though this king's celebration will last for 10 days, in fact, after three days, there will be almost no one left!"

"Look at the number of tourists on this street."

"Even the Romans cannot wander around the city doing nothing every day. Bread and milk will not fall into bowls from the sky. The vast majority of citizens will eventually return to their daily lives and work."

"I'm trying to measure you. You might as well give me all the khat leaves you gave birth to. I'll pay you 7 silver coins and I won't let you lose money."

"Otherwise, if you say that you have to spend money on food and accommodation every day, if you don't sell it, it will all be lost. In the end, you won't be able to sell it for the price."

An old Arab man wrapped in a brown robe stood beside the carriage and bargained with a serious face. However, after a lot of talking, the Arab vendor dressed in the same way as him only replied with one sentence.

"Boss Hash, are you still a human being?!"

"It doesn't matter if others cry about poverty. Your shop has almost extended from Crescent Street to Heshi! There are rumors throughout the city that you led a team into the Northern Continent and discovered the treasures left behind by the Pharaoh.

You are probably richer than the princes in the palace now. You are still here coveting my three or five silver coins. "

"Why does King Xin have such a shameless believer like you? Are you not afraid of falling into the flaming hell after death?"

"Hahaha" After being scolded loudly by the young businessman, Mohammed Harsh scratched his scalp helplessly.

One of the downsides of living in this city is that news travels so quickly.

Constantinople was a city of merchants. Relying on the new trade route and the friendship of "King of Paris" Loki, Old Hash almost instantly became the city's new hero.

In just half a month, his deeds were spread by word of mouth, and now various exaggerated versions have been produced.

Old Hash's original low-key life is gone forever. Now even if he wants to enjoy the fun of haggling, it has become almost impossible.

"Haha, the life of rich people is really boring."

Under the disdainful eyes of the young businessman, he bought a small pack of medium-grade cut tobacco, crushed it with his fingers and put it into the pipe when he suddenly heard a dull sound from behind him.

"What is this sound?"

"It seems to be the direction of the Colosseum!"

Old Hash shook his head slightly. On the third day of the birthday celebration, almost all the remaining wealthy people in the city gathered in the Colosseum to watch the gladiatorial performance.

Especially since there is a popular and popular player involved today.

"Oh, these gladiator lords are getting more and more playful, and they even fired up cannons today." He chewed his pipe and looked around. When he was about to approach the torch in the hand of the craftsman next to him, Old Harsh froze in hesitation. In place.

"its not right"

"Michael III is also in the Colosseum. Who dares to use fireworks when the king is present?"

I thought about it, but it was too late.

There was a sharp roar from the sky, and with a dull bang, a huge bronze statue with a height of 3 meters fell from the sky and smashed into the center of the bluestone pavement in a blood mist.

"Isn't this the bronze statue of the 'Rebel' Spartacus!"

"This thing is decorated on the top corridor of the Colosseum. How could it end up in the 'River Market' four blocks away? Could it be"

In surprise, the Roman citizens did not flee immediately but gathered together.

At this moment, the sound of intensive artillery came again. Old Harsh raised his head and discovered that this time what rose from the horizon was not a bronze statue, but a half-left city wall!

“Gana!

Run for your life! "

In panic, he grabbed the Roman citizen beside him and threw it behind him. But this doesn't help at all. A dozen dark figures flew out of the city wall, and the bricks and stones that had been condensed together exploded instantly.

The heavy marble fell from a height of 100 meters and directly smashed through the wooden houses around the river city. The Roman citizens running on the streets had no time to scream in agony before they were smashed into pieces by boulders and turned into pieces of blood mist.

Old Hash immediately got under the carriage next to him, but immediately found that the obstruction of two layers of wooden boards was completely useless.

The hard marble falling from the sky easily penetrated the wooden planks of the carriage and pierced Old Hash's skin like a steel knife, making a dull thud that was indeed like piercing through rotten wood.

At this time, Old Hash has been promoted to "Ember Man" and has completely lost his mortal flesh and blood.

After forcibly removing the sharp stone fragments stuck in the bones, kicking the horse corpse away and crawling out from under the carriage wreckage, the originally noisy street became dead silent.

Among the ruins and body parts, several strange creatures with dark bodies and wings on their backs stood there.

Seeing Old Harsh appear, he neatly pointed his blood-red eyes at him.

Haha, I didn’t expect there to be a living person here.

Brothers, draw your sword and kill him, let's rush out of this city together!

The nearly two-meter-tall leader had just given the order, and three figures followed him. A large Viking man holding a huge flaming ax descended from the sky and stood in front of Old Harsh.