When Mersin, who was waiting at the corner, saw Schliemann come out empty-handed, she slapped her thigh in annoyance.
"What's going on? Where is sister Selu?"
"Oh, she's explaining the perfume-making process to Ferron over there."
Ampton pulled Mersin aside and asked eagerly: "Is it done?"
"It's done, you come with me and let Walter accompany Mersin to perform the next stage of the mission."
Mersin covered his head and tried to refuse Schliemann's arrangement. Walter stared at Ampton, as if seeking orders from the other party.
In the end, Mersin failed to do so and had no choice but to take the shriveled money bag handed over by Schliemann, pouting and turning around with Walter to leave.
But she didn't go far before she ran back, holding her money bag with an excited expression.
"So much...did you sell Sister Sailu? No, it's not worth so much money after selling it!"
Schliemann felt a little sad when he saw Mersin being so excited that she couldn't speak incoherently after seeing more than twenty gold coins. What kind of life did this girl who was the only one in her family go through?
"Go quickly and come back as soon as you find a suitable excavation position. The sooner you act, the sooner you can get out of here."
After the two left, Apton, who was holding his shoulders, finally spoke.
"What about me? What mission?"
"You? Your mission is to live well, my big sponsor..."
There is no one better suited to the task of pretending to be a stickman than Ampton.
Schliemann was a rough man, and he could pretend for a while, but over time he would reveal himself, and he knew this very well.
So he respectfully invited the arrogant Ampton into the Balaang Chamber of Commerce.
Schliemann had already explained the ins and outs of the matter to Apton, and Apton was very cooperative and displayed the noble temperament of a royal family.
This kind of temperament that can't be faked made Ferron very good at it. If he hadn't known that the Pope was over sixty years old, he would have mistakenly thought that Apton was the Pope.
Ferron knew that a person of this level could not ask for his name without introducing himself, so he had no choice but to look at Schliemann for help, but Schliemann, a guy who didn't understand aristocratic etiquette, didn't understand it at all. What did Ferron want to ask.
Fortunately, Apton knew about it. He waved his hand and said to Schliemann: "I allow you to inform Ferron of my identity."
Schliemann suddenly realized it, and after turning around twice in his mind, he bowed slightly.
"Yes, Your Highness."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Fei Long: "You can also call him His Highness. Next, let's arrange a palace for His Highness."
Ferron bowed, stuck his butt out and exited the office that originally belonged to him.
Mersin finally didn't have to buy second-hand things this time. She was like a child who was used to being hungry, desperately digging into her bag to pull high-end goods that she could only look at but couldn't afford.
Even though she bought two large insect skin bags, the grocery store owner still looked at the gold coin she handed over with a bitter look on his face.
"Uh...can't find it."
Walter just wanted to carry out the task quickly. He left "No need to look for it" and turned to leave, but Mersin refused and stared directly at the boss.
"You can't help but stare at me. The things you bought total two and a half silver coins. Where can I find ninety-eight silver coins to give you! Isn't it okay if I don't sell it? Give me back the things."
Mersin thought he should run, but it was too late. The snakeskin bag was taken away by the boss, and everything was thrown back to its original location.
"Why are you like this? You drive customers away because you can't find money? Isn't that punishing others for your problems?"
The boss classified the items in the bag with an expressionless face.
"Yeah, how's it going?"
"You are putting the cart before the horse! You...you..."
Looking at Mersin who was trembling with anger, the boss had a stern face.
“If you can’t solve the trouble, solve the troublemaker, and you are the troublemaker.
Don't scream at me, stop!
You are also considered a regular customer here. Every time you come to buy things, you only buy cheap ones, even old ones. In this way, you still don't have enough money.
Let me ask you, where did your gold coins come from? "
Mersin was choked and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Get out of here quickly, or I'm going to find the teaching army."
How does it feel to have money that you can’t spend?
It's like a dog that eats its owner's leftovers all year round. When it sees a large piece of meat and bones, its stomach is full of leftovers, but the meat is in its mouth but it can't swallow it.
No, Mersin and Walter are not as good as this dog. At least this dog is not hungry, while Mersin and the others are already hungry.
Went to Borg's shop again, Mersin smiled playfully, and Borg began to pack up the cooked food in front of the store to prevent them from being snatched by Mersin.
"Five pieces of cake and a pound of fried insect meat!"
Borg rolled his eyes: "You should give me the money from last time first."
"Pay together and pay together..."
"I can't give you anything to eat if you don't give me the money you paid last time."
Seeing Borg's persistence, Mersin had no choice but to take out the undercurrent gold coin.
Borg was stunned. He must be rich to buy this gold coin for his small shop.
He didn't dare to pick it up. He stuck his head out and looked around. When he saw that there were no religious soldiers or street guards nearby, he exhaled.
"Where did you steal this? I told you not to fool around, don't fool around. Sooner or later, you will be caught by the religious army and burned at the stake..."
Mersin raised his head and burst into laughter, which was full of helplessness.
Borg hadn't finished speaking yet, but Mersin didn't want to hear it anymore. She threw the gold coin to Borg and turned around with a frightened expression on his face and left.
"Our account has been settled!"
Walter didn't know where Mersin was going, so he followed for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back and asked.
"Shangcheng District, I don't believe it anymore. If you have money and can't spend it, why..."
The scenery in the upper city is obviously different from that in the lower city.
There was a cart pulled by a strange bug here. The bug was as big as a cow, and its whole body was shiny and black. Walter was stunned to see it.
This thing is a bit like an oversized version of a unicorn, but its front two legs are very wide and extend to both sides, like two big shovels.
"What is this?"
"The black-horned worm is generally used for shopping. It has good endurance..."
"No, are all the bugs here so big?"
"Huh? Are the bugs outside so small?"
"It's small. It's as big as your thumb, so it's big."
"Really? That's too cute, isn't it?"
Walter was speechless. He looked carefully at Mersin's expression and found that the other person was not joking at all.
"What kind of bugs are out there? I want to raise one."
"Then you might as well get a dog..."
"What is a dog?"
Walter thought for a moment and tried to describe the dog's appearance in a way that Mersin could understand, but he lacked both imagination and humor.
"You can think of it as a four-legged bug."
"Hey...there are too few legs."
