Schliemann asked Apton to hide the sword before entering the city, but Apton refused.
He was as stubborn as a donkey about this matter, and even when Walter and Vivian tried to persuade him, he refused to remove the gorgeous and somewhat dazzling sword from the hem of his shabby clothes.
"We are pretending to be farmers. Who is a farmer carrying a sword? And he carries such a good one..."
"You don't understand the meaning of this sword."
Schliemann looked at Ampton, his eyelids twitching.
“Then don’t go into the city, you all, don’t go into the city.
You guard your sword, you two guard your king, stay here! "
Schliemann turned around and left angrily, while the three of them stood by the city wall with different expressions.
Ampton frowned, Vivian looked regretful, and Walter looked indifferent.
"How about I follow?"
Vivian muttered, and then she quickly explained: "We must have a certain understanding of the situation. We cannot let him know something unilaterally."
Ampton lowered his head and thought, Walter was a little reluctant.
"Okay, go ahead and cooperate with Schliemann as much as possible, and listen to him in advance if you encounter anything."
Vivian nodded, grabbed the heavy hem of her skirt and ran towards Schliemann who was about to enter the city gate.
Walter sighed. He expected to spend today with Vivian by his side. Even if Wang, a super lightbulb, was here, he would feel full of joy.
For so many days on the Crescent, the first mate kept himself busy and had no free time to communicate with Vivian.
"Then what are we doing?"
"Wait..."
With his back against the city wall, he squatted on the ground with both hands, perfectly fitting into the role of a tenant farmer, but the shining sword at his waist seemed so abrupt.
Schliemann turned around and saw Vivian running towards him, and said angrily: "If you don't take good care of your king and your lover, why are you here to mess with me?"
Vivian felt her face getting hot. She thought she had hidden her love for Wang well enough, but she didn't expect that Schliemann had seen through it.
"I'm here to help you..."
The roads in the city are somewhat muddy, and horse dung and cow dung can be seen everywhere. Even the carriage pulling the barrel has a strong smell of horse dung.
Someone from the nearby tavern carried a wooden barrel that smelled of horse manure and entered the tavern. Schliemann looked at the building, which read: "Supply fine malt liquor."
He stopped at the entrance of the alley next to the carriage and stared at the man who handed the money to the carriage driver after some bargaining.
They were two off-white coins with an unclear portrait on them and several gaps on the edges.
Schliemann judged that it should be the silver coin of the Kingdom of Hisoka.
Vivian looked in the direction where Schliemann was staring. She didn't know how to understand Sky Island and didn't notice anything.
"What are you looking at?"
"We're looking at what kind of coins they use."
"Does this make sense?"
Schliemann rolled his eyes: "Ampton asked you to come just to ask questions?"
Vivian stopped talking and pouted.
"First of all, we have to understand the financial model of this empty island. Some islands use coins, some barter for things, some use bills, and some even use indulgence coupons issued by the church.
This understanding is necessary because we do not have their currency. "
Vivian said "Oh" without saltiness, as if in response to Schliemann's taunting just now.
“What after currency?”
"After currency, there are commodities. We have to figure out what is scarce on this empty island, and then we can find a way to get the currency here."
"Can't you just use Andadil gold coins?"
"Okay, but you have to go to the princess or the nobles. They recognize gold, but ordinary people don't."
"Then go directly to the princess or the noble?"
Schliemann sighed, as if to vent his powerlessness after being used to something.
"According to my many years of exploration experience, the ruling classes of these self-contained islands are very xenophobic.
If you think about it carefully, if these nobles refuse to provide you with supplies, won’t you be able to leave?
If you can’t leave, you still have so many people, do you have to eat to stay alive? If you don’t have currency circulating on the empty island, is it because the people won’t sell you anything?
Do you have to find those nobles in the end?
The nobles will know if they use their brains a little, he doesn't have to do anything, we just have to beg him with gold. "
Vivian suddenly understood, but what surprised her even more was Schliemann's exaggerated experience.
"What have you experienced in your adventurous life..."
"A lot of disgusting things you can't think of..."
Schliemann muttered and continued walking along the muddy street.
Soon, they came to a temple square, which was paved with stone, with a fountain and a statue of a female god.
What is different from the love and tolerance exuded by the female statue is the gallows standing in the corner of the square.
There were two middle-aged corpses hanging on it, one male and one female. Their eyes were slightly open, their tongues were sticking out, their necks were weirdly bent, and they were swaying in the wind, as if they were dancing to some kind of elegy.
Schliemann squinted his eyes and looked towards the temple hall, which was dark and holey, like the mouth of a monster ready to devour anyone at any time.
"Is this the Hector Cult? What a disgusting smell!"
Vivian was also staring at the temple door. She looked at the gloomy Schliemann and asked, "Why don't you go in and take a look?"
"not the right time yet."
Unlike Schliemann and others who went to the city to understand the situation, Apton felt uncomfortable sitting at the base of the city wall.
Apton even felt that he should listen to Schliemann and find a place to hide the Sword of the King.
Walter didn't mind being idle, his duty was to protect the king, and it was not difficult for him to stand motionless for several hours.
But when he saw Ampton boringly rushing into the dry moat over and over again, he also felt the irritability in his master's heart.
"Master, do you want us to go in and have a look too?"
Ampton thought so, but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
It would be a joke if Schliemann came out and learned that he couldn't hold it in any longer and hid his sword and entered the city.
Just when he was about to reject Walter's proposal, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a head sticking out from the edge of the dry river bank in the distance, but he quickly retracted it.
Although Apton only saw half of the back of the head, that half of the head looked very familiar, and he was extremely sure that he had seen that half of the head before.
He stretched out his finger and put it to his mouth, and Walter began to bow his waist, preparing to draw his sword, as if he was in a fighting state.
That half of the head poked out again, but the direction he was looking at was not towards Ampton, but towards the city gate.
Walter sneaked quietly, while Ampton stood there and observed quietly.
When the head came out again, Walter, who had touched the side of the head, did not launch an attack. Instead, he put away his sword and said, "Boy, what are you doing here?"
