The bright white moonlight illuminated the streets, and most of the shops were closed at this time. Even if someone was open at this time, they couldn't wait for a customer.
Except for the neutral sects and nobles in the alley far away at the innermost corner of Haowu Street.
Following Emilia, the two held hands to reach the corner for safety. They walked in and soon came to an alley. That alley was very close to Haowu Street, but no one was open during the day. , which is why Mir only noticed it now.
At this time, many vendors had opened their shop doors in the alley. They did not shout, but were waiting for customers quietly, as if they did not want to disturb the sleeping people on the street next door.
It is not as bustling and noisy as Haowu Street. The shops in this alley are sparse and there are quite a few customers on the street, but most of them are more like hanging out.
"There are fewer people here than I thought, and it was easier to get in than I thought," Mir looked back at Emilia: "I thought it would be very crowded here. After all, there are concerns about pathways, potion materials, and the shadow market at night. Something like that, to make it look mysterious.”
"There are only two kinds of people who come here," Emilia said with a playful smile: "Neutral sects and nobles, or their representatives. Although nobles rule Stolon on the surface, there are not many nobles, so they can come here. Even less.
Not to mention the neutral church. Although they are more like freelancers than believers, the number of passers-by is even smaller than that of nobles. "
"I thought it was easy to become a Pathfinder," Mir curled his lips: "No wonder the Church of the Earth Mother, which is so big, only has about fifty believers in Stolon. Wait, you said that people in the neutral church are all free. Professionals? Don’t they have a church or something like that?”
"Otherwise, why is it called the Neutral Church?" Emilia took Mir's hand and walked towards a shop in the distance. Many people on the street looked at them, but she didn't care at all.
"They have no organization, and everything everyone does is based on that person's will, so the Neutral Church is just like ordinary people, there are good ones and there are bad ones, and they cannot be judged immediately because of their identities. good or bad.
This is also the reason why no one distributes potions. After all, there is no organization at all. However, there are indeed many believers who will create sculptures or portraits of gods in their homes. The same believers will also pray when they come as guests. After all, they believe in the same A god. "
"Then why don't they create a church together?" Mil couldn't help but wonder. Wouldn't it be more convenient to have a church?
"Creation Church?" Emilia smiled: "Then there are probably twelve churches in this world. After all, the neutral church will be divided into three good churches and three bad churches. That's not right. It may be divided into ten. There are eight churches, and the neutral churches are divided into four parts: good, bad, neither good nor bad, and too lazy to care."
"Eh~ It's better not to create anymore, it's just fine as it is now."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two came to the door of a shop. The shop was about the same size as Haowu Leather, but both the decoration inside and the luxurious gas chandelier on the ceiling highlighted its extraordinary quality.
But what surprised Mir the most was that the shopkeeper inside was actually an elf, an old elf mother-in-law, with pointed ears and a kind face, and she could vaguely see the charm of her youth.
"Hey, elf!" Mir looked at the elf mother-in-law. This was the first time he saw a race other than humans in Stolon.
"Hahaha, little Mil, you are so funny," the elf mother-in-law looked at Mil with very kind eyes, as if she was looking at her grandson.
This also reminded Mir that he seemed to be an elf as well: "Aha, just kidding, Granny Elf, you know me."
"There are only a few elves in Stollen. How can I not recognize you?" The elf mother-in-law looked at Mir with a kind face: "I heard that you have lost your memory. You are really unlucky, little Mir Sari. An, it’s not a big deal if I lose so many years of memories.
Oh, yes, you can just call me Granny Melanie, but you can just call me Melanie. After all, I still have a hundred years to live, am I not a little girl? Oh ho ho~"
There was a trace of teasing in Melanie's expression. This was her usual trick. If the other party called her a mother-in-law, she would tell her how many years she had left. If the other party changed her name and called her by her name, she would say how many years she would live. It goes back to his grandfather's grandfather's generation. After all, Mir's grandfather was a human.
"Ah, okay, then I'll call you Melanie the little girl's mother-in-law," Mir scratched his head. Is Salian his last name? I didn't expect to know it from an elf mother-in-law. It seems that the surnames in this world are different from those in my hometown. The surnames in my hometown have a prefix, but here, the surnames have a suffix.
"Pfft~" Amelia couldn't hold back her laughter at the side, while Melanie looked a little depressed like an old child who had failed in her prank: "You should call me Granny Melanie."
"Okay, what are you looking for? Potion ingredients or formulas? Or something else." Melanie was not depressed for long, and turned around to take care of her business. The two people walked away from a distance. There was no hesitation in his steps when he came, and he was not just wandering around.
"Let me think about it, I need strong fire pepper, cemetery toad essential oil, and pure water, just these three." There is no need to hide these ingredients. What matters is the dosage. And for some reason, in front of this elf mother-in-law, I feel relaxed all over. Is this the kindness of an elderly person?
"Thick fire pepper, cemetery toad essential oil, pure water?" Melanie pondered over and over again: "High-sequence potion material, Moonlight Sect Sequence 8 - Bewitcher potion material...
"These two materials are contradictory." Melanie looked a little confused, but then she thought of something: "I guess you only need the cemetery toad essential oil."
"Isn't there a path to the initial sequence of potions that requires the use of these two?" Mir stared at her sincerely: "I am not from the Moonlight Sect."
"Oh haha ~ yes, yes, you are not," Melanie smiled more and more kindly, as if she was coaxing her grandson: "But you really made me confused. Thick hot peppers are not cheap. If It’s useless to you, so the price of this trick is too high.”
Thinking of this, Menilan's face became kinder: "Maybe you just want me to figure it out, okay, you win, even if you tell me now that you don't need it, just to tease me, I won't believe it, and You know how to think about it, think about it again, hahahaha, you are such an interesting little liar."
Mir waved his hand, expressing his helplessness. He didn't care anymore. He could think whatever he wanted, right, right, right.
"I happen to have both cemetery toad essential oil and strong fire pepper. Cemetery toad essential oil is not expensive, one silver coin per milligram, but strong fire pepper is different. One milligram costs one gold coin and ten silver coins," Melanie rubbed her little hands. She The store will always be like this, if it doesn’t open for three years, it will last for three years if it opens.
"What I sell is not expensive. I got this thick hot pepper from a high-sequencer at a high price two hundred years ago. He used the leftovers. To be honest, after two hundred years, even if it is a porcelain bowl, The value has increased several times, and I sold it to you at the current price, and I lost at least three-quarters of the money. I didn’t lie to you. After all, who can deceive a Sequence Nine fraudster?"
"This," Mir pondered for a long time about the price of thick-fire chili pepper. One milligram is one gold coin and ten silver coins... Why is thick-fire chili pepper so expensive? Couldn't it be that the essential oil of cemetery toad is more expensive? I only need ten milligrams of cemetery toad essential oil, but I need a full fifty milligrams of chili pepper!
But thinking that she received it two hundred years ago and still lost three-quarters of the money, she meant: "Um, Granny Melanie, you mean you haven't sold it for two hundred years?"
