"Bring it to you!"
He said he was giving, but his actions were like grabbing—how could the herbal collector not know the price of Supor Sleeping Powder? If that small packet really contained sleeping powder, it would be a big deal worth at least dozens of thalers of silver coins!
The Taller silver coin, also known as the large silver coin, is the main currency issued by the empire. The front is engraved with the side profile of the emperor at the time of issuance. In addition to the thaler, there are 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 was stable, one thaler was equal to twelve small silver coins. Most people could not afford to use thalers at all, and even small silver coins were not often used, so there was pfennig copper below it, with ten tops. A small silver coin.
A small silver coin, where prices are normal, can buy a pound of beef, and a pfennig can buy a large piece of brown bread.
"Big money!"
Thinking of this and seeing that he was about to get it, the herb gatherer's breathing became heavy.
Dozens of thalers, equivalent to his total income for three years, and he must be lucky enough not to 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 herb collector didn't notice the slightly raised corners of Ian's mouth.
——The plan went smoothly.
Everyone was attracted by the fire. The knife wounds he made on his teacher were enough to deceive everyone. Hilliard was obviously an extremely proficient master in fighting. The wounds he simulated were like real fights. It was like someone pierced it, and there was no flaw at all.
Not to mention, with the ability to control muscles, the so-called knife wounds are just broken skin.
Next, if he shows some wealth, even if the herb gatherer doesn't take the initiative, Ian himself will sprinkle a little sleeping powder and let everyone around him find it. This will naturally remind them that it is carried by the indigenous people.
The sleeping powder in his hand was only one-third of the original bag of sleeping powder. He used another third to deal with Oceana and the natives, and the rest was enough for himself and Hilliard to "recuperate". It’s possible to survive without working.
After all, if this thing was not precious, it would not be possible to trap Osenna and become the native's spy in the city.
And that one-third of the sleeping powder that may have to be snatched away and scattered is just a tool and tool to rationalize everything and attract all attention, leaving people with no energy and attention to think about some loopholes in fires and other things. bait.
The next day, the story turned upside down, and the most dangerous moment had already passed in the fight for the sleeping powder.
However, just when Ian was about to take advantage of the situation and let the herb collector snatch the sleeping powder from his hand.
Sai Nan on the other side was angry.
Brin, this guy, usually just grabs some flowers and plants from the natives, but he actually dares to snatch little Ian who he saved from the sea of fire? !
——You didn’t even take action yourself, so it’s your turn? !
Although Sai Nan was not really rescued, the fisherman obviously put himself in this position, and the actions of the herb collector did not give him any face at all.
"You guy!" He raised his hand and prepared to punch.
"You bastard with cheap hands, take your hands back!"
But without waiting for a moment to react, Sai Nan, who had just raised his hand, punched the herb gatherer in the face.
In the street behind, there was an angry shout and an explosion, and the familiar voice immediately made the herb gatherers who wanted to rob it retract in fear.
"Elder Pude is here!" someone shouted on the side of the road.
Ian also raised his head in surprise and looked at the street entrance to the side.
Accompanied by heavy and hurried footsteps, several pharmacists from the port arrived, as well as the elders of Bai Zhimin who arrived immediately.
Elder Puder is not similar to the usual gray-haired old man who is about to expire. This 70-year-old man is short and stocky, only about 1.6 meters tall. He has a pair of thick thick eyebrows and a large gray beard.
"What are you doing?!"
With some dwarf blood, he has a loud voice and walks like a tiger on his short legs.
He strode over, raised his finger and pointed at the herb gatherer and scolded: "Robbing children of things? Huh? Stealing things of your own brothers and sisters?"
"I just want to see what it is, so as not to be in danger..." The herb collector stepped back and waved his hands. He was so frightened that he still wanted to make a quibble.
But obviously, this is of no use.
Elder Puder came to Ian, who looked confused, and protected the boy behind him.
Then, he stretched out his hand and slapped the herb gatherer who was still explaining.
call! This slap brought out the wind. It was not the strength that the old man should have at all. It was so hard that it knocked the herb gatherer down and his legs fell to the ground. The whole person was obviously stunned.
But even so, the herb picker could only accept the slap and did not even dare to be dissatisfied. He endured the stars that were flying in front of his eyes and apologized repeatedly. Then he looked down and covered his face in the eyes of everyone who were gloating or disdainful. Face left quickly.
"What happened? Why did Oceana's house catch fire? Did he light his pants on fire while he was roasting his legs?"
Taking advantage of this power, the old man widened his eyes and looked around the scene, trying to understand the general and specific situation from other people's mouths.
"no!"
"Elder, listen to me, we are indigenous..."
"Osenna looks like a man this time..."
For a moment, everyone spoke in all directions, which in turn caused Elder Pude to roar and reprimand. After everyone was quiet, he asked individually about the situation at that time.
This time, the answer was much more logical.
Afterwards, he asked Ian the same question and got the same answer as everyone else. The elder had already considered this in his mind: "Aboriginals? So that's it. It seems that the demand for pure sacrifice has driven these damn devils crazy, and they actually set their sights on us!"
The Bai people are an ethnic group with an extremely strong sense of family. 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 they gather themselves into villages and towns, with the eldest and authoritative elder as the elder to manage an area. Internal matters of the branch.
Due to political reasons, this branch of Harrison Port was deprived of their surname, territory and all wealth decades ago, and was distributed from the imperial capital to this coastal port located south of the Baisen Mountains.
In fact, most of the residents in all the port immigration areas south of the Baisen Mountains are like this. They are either demoted officials or exiled families.
"Good boy, you did a good job tonight. It's your trophy, it's your trophy. The family doesn't have a surname, but it can't have rules."
After comforting Ian who was no longer crying but still a little scared, Elder Puder picked up Ellan who was sleeping soundly.
After looking at the meeting carefully, he couldn't help but frown: "Well...damn it! I did smoke a lot of sleep cigarettes, these bastards have no intention of bringing back a normal child!"
Looking at Elan's eyelids and smelling the hair, the experienced Elder Pude can completely identify the traces and smell of Supor flower sleep powder. What Ian said is absolutely true. It seems that in order to sacrifice for purity, this group of barbaric people The natives are really well prepared.
Immediately afterwards, Elder Puder looked at the injuries on 'Osenna' who was being treated by doctors.
Needless to say, the wounds from the swords, those natives were really ruthless in their attacks.
What surprised Pu De was actually the courage of 'Osenna': "It's hard to believe that Oceana, a gloomy guy who usually keeps quiet, has such courage to endure such serious knife wounds. Four dead natives... If there were no aberrations, and if they had this talent and willpower, they might actually be able to become sublimators."
"Of course, it's also possible that I smoked too many mushrooms, and I'm not sure whether it's true or not?"
Elder Puder has a lot of prejudices against Oceana, but since this man has fulfilled his duty to protect his blood relatives, he will not speculate too maliciously: "I underestimate your courage... It seems that sometimes, people really You have to push hard to see your true nature."
"Speaking of which, has this kid gotten stronger?"
