"Hey! It's really evil!..."
The market is bustling and the sunshine is warm. The day rat sat cross-legged on the ground and stared blankly at Priest Tomat walking away before coming back to his senses. He shivered violently, and cold sweat broke out from his back.
"No! I'm a stone rat, not a day rat... What happened to me just now? It must be the priest's spell!"
Stone Rat frowned, his face changing from green to red. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out three gems from his arms. He looked at them greedily for a while and smiled from ear to ear.
"Haha, three gems! Praise the Lord God! She gave me gems!...Huh?!"
Shi Shu prayed casually and quickly came to his senses. His face turned blue again, and he covered his mouth in fear.
"Hmm... That Lord Carrot God isn't really looking at me, is he? Otherwise, I... I'll just call him Sun Rat!... It's worth exchanging three gems for one name!"
The day rat murmured, his head was in great confusion. Inexplicably, he remembered what Priest Thomas had said, and his mind was shaken.
"Will the Lord God grant me light? No matter what my background is, no matter what bad things I have done? As long as I convert to the right path... Damn it, damn it, what an evil priest!"
After a while, the day rat made a "pop" sound and slapped himself hard, knocking out the spell left by the priest just now. Then, he looked around for a while, and while no one was paying attention, he suddenly took out an exquisite and simple stone mirror from his arms!
This exquisite stone mirror is the same as the previous one, with divine patterns engraved in the center, cinnabar red permeating the edges, and gold plated patterns on the surface. Under the sun, the exquisite stone mirror sparkles slightly. At a glance, you can tell its extraordinary origin and precious value!
Day Rat quietly placed the exquisite stone mirror in the corner of a large pile of ancient mirrors. He thought for a while and covered half of it with other ancient mirrors, leaving only a vermilion and gilded corner. Then, with a smile on his face and his eyes rolling, he waited for the next big fish to "know the goods".
"When this side is sold out... I have to find that mysterious corn man and make some ancient mirrors that I dug up... After all, without a little red, without a little gold plating, without some divine patterns engraved, How can we show the divinity and preciousness of ancient objects?..."
During the day, the mouse's thoughts are spinning, and his thoughts are far away. He looked to the left and right again, and the bald Maya who was standing next to him just now was also far away now.
"At first glance, the man was also a rich man. He also brought an old servant with a spear and two male servants to carry things. The corn merchants have always been smarter and are not as easy to deceive as the plateau merchants... God bless you !”
There is a bustling crowd and vendors selling their goods. Mayan businessman Ti Carlo wore a blue robe and walked into the market casually. Chihuaco, the old militiaman, walked beside him with a spear on his back. Behind him, there were two oil bottles, the young apprentice Dark Snake, and the young sailor Didi.
"...This old guy..."
With the corner of his eye, Tikalo glanced at the old militiamen who were following him intentionally or unintentionally, and he really felt a toothache. He pondered for a moment, then walked towards another busy area of the market with a faint smile. As expected, Chihuaco turned in the same direction and followed him clearly.
This busy area seems to be a place dedicated to selling antiques. Hundreds of vendors sit on the ground, selling ancient "gods" obtained from various ruins. The apprentice Dark Snake had not walked a few steps when he heard a cry in Nahua language, similar to the accent of the Tlaxcala people.
"Sell divine objects, sell divine objects! The sacred statues of the first ancient city! The small statues of warriors can make you a powerful warrior, and the small statues of priests can allow you to gain enlightenment from priests..."
A middle-aged street vendor's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the people walking by. He shouted loudly, looked at the dark snake, and offered to sell.
"This little priest apprentice, do you want to buy a priest statue? Hundreds of years ago, a distinguished tribal priest leader obtained it from the first ancient city and carried it with him for fifty years! When he was dying, he I poured all my life's knowledge and mana into the sculpture, waiting for the next successor..."
Upon hearing the greeting, apprentice Dark Snake stopped. He glanced at the small statue of the priest and then looked away. Then, his eyes rested on a warrior sculpture carved from black rock. The warrior was holding a bow and arrow, with a black snake surrounding his feet. His expression was simple and serious, and his body was plated with gold powder, flashing with the light of respect.
"Samurai...black snake...god descendant?..."
Seeing this exquisite warrior sculpture, apprentice Dark Snake could no longer look away. Deep nostalgia appeared on his face, and there was inexplicable sadness in the nostalgia. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the warrior sculptures, with longing in his eyes.
"How much is it?"
Seeing the expression on his apprentice Dark Snake's face, the middle-aged vendor's expression perked up and his smile became more kind.
"Oh! This, this warrior sculpture is the portable sculpture of the most powerful warrior of the coastal tribe a hundred years ago, that...Black Snake Warrior! He carried it with him for forty years and participated in four One hundred battles. This statue has gained the experience of four hundred battles."
"As long as you wear it, you can continue to absorb the combat experience of the Black Snake Warrior, gain his courage and divinity, and eventually become a powerful and fearless warrior! ... By the way, what do you exchange for it?"
"I have... a gem."
Dark Snake pursed his lips, carefully took out a gem from his arms. When he landed, the old militiamen gave him all his wealth. Then, he asked curiously.
"Does the coastal tribe also have a great warrior named Black Snake?"
"Oh
...is a gem! "
The middle-aged street vendor's eyes flashed. He looked at the dark snake carefully and said with a smile.
"Of course! The Great Black Snake Warrior is a famous seaside warrior. He even defeated the most outstanding Eagle Warrior of the Aztecs! As long as you have this sculpture, you can defeat the powerful Eagle Warrior. Be strong!..."
"Ah! Defeat the Eagle Warrior!"
Hearing this, Dark Snake's eyes suddenly lit up, and Didi next to him also looked yearning. Dark Snake reached out eagerly, handed the gem to the middle-aged vendor, and begged.
"Then, let's change!"
"Ha ha!"
The middle-aged vendor grinned, confident. He picked up the gem the size of a quail egg, weighed it, smiled and shook his head.
"No! Such a divine object is worth five gems!"
"Huh? I only have one gem. Can you... make it cheaper?"
"No way!"
No matter what Dark Snake said, the middle-aged vendor just shook his head with certainty. However, seeing that the other party really had no money, he reminded him with a smile.
"Little priest, when you come, are you alone?"
"..."
Dark Snake pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. After a moment, he took two cautious steps and tugged on the clothes of the old militiaman Chihuaco. The old militiamen always cast their eyes in the direction of the Mayan merchants, paying attention to each other's every move.
"Huh? Dark snake?"
"Dad Qi... I want that..."
After a while, Chihuaco, who was dressed as a militiaman, frowned, looked at the small gilded stones on the ground, and then looked at the middle-aged vendor who was facing an enemy, and asked in a deep voice.
"That's it, five gems?"
"...This is the sacred object of the First Ancient City, the statue of the God of War carried by the Black Snake Warrior. It has powerful divinity!"
The middle-aged street vendor looked at the plainly dressed old militiaman across from him, straightened his back, and prepared for a big fight.
"Ha! You guy, you are selling cloth without a ruler, you are blindly touching the turkey, you are talking nonsense!"
Chihuaco straightened his body, stared down at the middle-aged vendor sitting on the ground, and scolded him sternly.
"What's the point of making a doll?...What is divine or not? It all depends on your mouth. What is the God of War but not the God of War? You are not afraid of being struck to death by thunder!...This is just a stone sculpture, plated You can find a handful of gold dust or even a gem, who else are you trying to trick?"
"...You're just fooling people...you're talking nonsense!...This must be a divine object!"
The middle-aged street vendor was sweating on his forehead. The other person was an understanding person, and his voice was loud. As he watched, people gradually gathered to watch the excitement... The middle-aged vendor whispered.
"...at most, I'll give you one gem. I'll sell you four..."
"Four? I picked up a sculpture from somewhere, found a craftsman, plated it with some gold powder, and carved a snake, so I can pass it off as a divine object?... I can give four gems to such a divine object. You make ten!”
"Well..."
The middle-aged street vendor was sweating profusely. Isn't this a colleague from somewhere who came here specifically to cause trouble? He gritted his teeth, looked at the growing crowd, and whispered.
"Gods are in heaven, friends are on earth, fate will not block all roads! This friend... stop shouting, I will sell you three gems!..."
The two are arguing. Ti Carlo raised the corners of his mouth and immediately quickened his pace. His steps were leisurely and his movements looked slow. In just a moment, he would disappear at the edge of this busy area.
"Um?"
If Chihuaco felt something, he looked in the direction of the bald Mayan businessman and immediately frowned.
"I won't buy it! Let's go!"
After saying that, he would pull the eager Dark Snake and the obedient Didi to chase the Mayan merchant.
"Hey, hey! This friend! I will sell you two gems, only two!"
The middle-aged vendor stood up and shouted after him. Chihuaco, however, kept walking and walked away quickly. Seeing hopelessness, the middle-aged vendor cursed angrily.
"You stingy old guy! Your son wants it so much, but you're not even willing to pay for half a sunflower seed! Ha! It's really unlucky to be your son!..."
"..."
Upon hearing this, Chihuaco suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes, and paused on the spot. After a few breaths, he expressionlessly took off the bronze spear from his back and walked towards the middle-aged vendor. Under the vigilant and fearful gaze of the other party, the old militiaman dropped two gems. Then, he leaned over and picked up the exquisite small sculpture of the Black Snake Warrior, and handed it to the expectant Dark Snake hands.
"Yours. Get it!"
"Ah! Thank you, dad."
Dark Snake held the sculpture, looked at the warrior's face on it, and stroked the black snake pattern, feeling very happy.
Then, Chihuaco leaned down again, picked up a small sculpture of an ordinary warrior, and handed it to Didi, who followed behind with an envious look on his face.
"this is yours."
"Huh? This... Captain. I..."
"Get it!"
Didi was at a loss, but still stretched out his hands, holding a small sculpture of an ordinary warrior, as if holding a treasure he had never seen before. The emblem of the Lord God on his forehead reflected the light of the sun, seeming to bring warmth again.
"Huh? This... friend, this sculpture, you haven't paid for it yet!"
"This is a pretext! If you say one more thing, I'll kill you!"
Chihuaco turned his head, the corners of his wrinkled eyes were raised, and there was a ruthless look on his face that rarely appeared. His eyes were deep and cold. He stared at the silent merchant for a while, then walked away with two young men who longed to become warriors.
