"Hiss! What an evil door!..."

The market is lively and the sun is warm. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the White Rat stared blankly at Priest Tomat walking away before recovering. He shivered violently, cold sweat dripping down 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 Mouse frowned, his face turning blue and red. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out three gems from his bosom, and looked at them greedily for a long while, grinning from ear to ear.

"Haha, three gems! Praise the Lord God! She gave me gems!  …Eh?!"

The Stone Mouse prayed casually, but quickly recalled it. His face turned blue again, and he covered his mouth in fear.

"Well... then what kind of radish god, wouldn't he really look at me? Otherwise, I... I'd better be called White Rat!... One name for three gems, it's worth it!"

The White Rat murmured in a low voice, his mind was in great confusion. Inexplicably, he remembered what Priest Tomat had said, and his mind was shaken.

"Will the lord **** grant me light? No matter what my origin is, no matter what bad things I have done? As long as I convert to the right path...Damn it, **** it, what a wicked priest!"

After a long while, the White Rat slapped itself hard with a "slap", 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 again!

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 patterns engraved on the surface. Under the sunlight, the exquisite stone mirror shimmers slightly, and at a glance, one can know the extraordinary origin and precious value!

The White Rat quietly placed the exquisite stone mirror in the corner of a large pile of ancient mirrors. After thinking about it, he covered half of it with other ancient mirrors, revealing only a vermilion and gold-plated corner. Then, with a smile on his face, his eyes rolled, waiting for the next big fish who "knows the goods".

"When this side is sold out...I have to go find the mysterious corn man, and make some ancient mirrors that I dug up... After all, there is no red, no gold plating, no divine patterns engraved, How can you show the divinity and preciousness of ancient objects?..."

The white mouse's thoughts turned, and his thoughts drifted away. He looked left and right again, and the bald Maya who was standing next to him just now had gone far away.

"That man saw that he was also rich. He also brought an old servant with a spear and two male servants who carried things. It is the corn merchant who is always smarter, not as easy to deceive as the plateau merchant... Lord God bless you !"

The crowds are bustling, and the vendors are hawking. Mayan merchant Tikalo walked into the market casually in a blue robe. Chihuaco, an 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..."

Ticaro glanced at the old militiamen beside him with the corner of his eyes, and felt really toothache. After pondering for a while, he walked towards another busy area of ​​the market with a faint smile. Sure enough, Chivako also turned around and followed him clearly.

This busy area seems to be a place dedicated to selling antiquities. Hundreds of vendors were sitting on the ground, all selling ancient "relics" from various ruins. The apprentice Dark Snake didn't take a few steps when he heard a call in Nahua, similar to the Tlaxcalan accent.

"Sell fetishes, sell fetishes! The figurines of the first ancient city! The small sculptures of warriors can make you a powerful warrior, and the small sculptures of priests can make you enlightened by priests..."

A middle-aged street vendor looked at the people passing by, his eyes lit up. He shouted loudly, looked at Dark Snake, and offered to sell.

"This little priest apprentice, do you want to buy a priest sculpture? This is hundreds of years ago, a noble 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 my life's knowledge and mana into the sculpture, waiting for the next successor..."

Hearing the greeting, the apprentice Dark Snake stopped in his tracks. He glanced at the small statue of the priest, and then looked away. Then, his eyes settled on a sculpture of a warrior carved in black rock. The warrior held a bow and arrow, surrounded by a black snake at his feet, with a simple and serious expression, and his body was plated with gold powder, shining with reverence.

"Samurai...Black Snake...Godborn?..."

Seeing this exquisite sculpture of a warrior, the apprentice Dark Snake couldn't look away anymore. Deep nostalgia appeared on his face, with inexplicable sadness in his nostalgia. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the sculpture of the warrior with longing in his eyes.

"How much is it?"

Seeing the expression on the apprentice Dark Snake, the middle-aged vendor's expression lifted, and his smile became more amiable.

"Oh! This, this warrior sculpture is the most powerful warrior of the seaside tribe a hundred years ago, the portable sculpture of the... black snake warrior! He has carried it with him for forty years and participated in four One hundred battles. This withered sculpture has gained experience in four hundred battles."

"As long as you wear it, you can continue to absorb the combat experience of the Black Snake Great Warrior, gain his courage and divinity, and finally become a strong and fearless Great Warrior! ...By the way, what do you use in exchange?"

"I have... a jewel."

Dark Snake pursed his lips, and carefully took out a gem from his bosom. This was what the old militiamen gave him when he went ashore, which was all his wealth. Afterwards, he asked curiously.

"The coastal tribe also has a great warrior named Black Snake?"

"Hoo

...is a gem! "

The eyes of the middle-aged street vendor flickered. He looked at the dark snake carefully, and said with a smile.

"Of course! The Black Snake Warrior, that is a well-known seaside warrior, even defeated the most outstanding eagle warrior of the Aztecs! As long as you have this statue, you can compare with the mighty eagle warrior, even Be strong!..."

"Ah! Defeat the Eagle Warrior!"

Hearing this, Dark Snake's eyes suddenly lit up, and Didi next to him also showed longing. Dark Snake eagerly stretched out his hand, and handed the gem to the middle-aged vendor, begging.

"Then, let's change!"

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged vendor grinned, sure enough. He picked up the gem the size of a quail egg, weighed it, smiled and shook his head.

"No way! Such a fetish is worth five gems!"

"Huh? I only have one jewel, can you...can you make it cheaper?"

"No way!"

No matter what Dark Snake said, the middle-aged vendor just shook his head, definitely. However, seeing that the other party really had no money, he reminded with a smile.

"Little priest, are you alone when you come?"

"..."

Dark Snake pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. After a while, he took two steps cautiously and pulled the clothes of the old militiaman Chihuaco. The old militiamen always turned their eyes to the direction of the Mayan merchant, paying attention to the opponent's every move.

"Huh? Dark snake?"

"Papa Qi..I think, want that..."

After a while, Chivako, who was dressed as a militiaman, frowned, looked at the gilded pebbles on the ground, and then at the middle-aged vendor who was facing an enemy, and asked in a deep voice.

"Just this, five gems?"

"...This is the sacred object of the first ancient city, the sculpture of the **** of war carried by the black snake warrior, with powerful divinity!"

The middle-aged vendor looked at the plainly dressed old militiamen opposite him, straightened his back, and prepared for a big battle.

"Ha! You bastard, you sell cloth without a ruler, you touch turkey blindly, you talk nonsense and nonsense!"

Chivako straightened up, stared at the middle-aged vendor sitting on the ground, and yelled loudly.

"What kind of skill is it to make a doll in the lake?...What kind of divinity? It depends on your mouth. What kind of God of War is not God of War? You are not afraid of being struck to death by lightning!...This is a stone sculpture, plated A pinch of gold powder, a gem can be found, who else do you want to mess with?"

"...you're a fool...nonsense!...I must be a fetish!"

The middle-aged street vendor was sweating on his forehead. Opposite is a sensible person, and the voice of the other party is very loud. Seeing it, people gradually gathered to watch the fun... The middle-aged street vendor said in a low voice.

"...Maximum, let you one gem. Sell you four..."

"Four? A sculpture I picked up from nowhere. I found a craftsman, plated it with some gold powder, and carved a snake. Can I pretend to be a god?... Such a god, four gems, can I give it to you?" You make ten!"

"Well..."

The middle-aged street vendor was sweating profusely. This wouldn't be a colleague from somewhere, who came here to mess things up, right? He gritted his teeth, looked at the growing crowd, and whispered.

"Gods are in the sky, friends are on earth, fate will not block all roads! This friend... stop shouting, I will sell you three gems!..."

The two are arguing. The corner of Ticaro's mouth curled up, and he immediately quickened his pace. His footsteps were slow, his movements looked slow, but after a while, he was about to disappear at the edge of this busy area.

"Um?"

If Chivaco felt something, he looked in the direction of the bald Mayan businessman, and immediately frowned.

"Don't buy it! Let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he will take the eager Dark Snake and lead the obedient Didi to chase after the Mayan merchant.

"Hey, hey! My friend! I'll sell you two gems, just two!"

The middle-aged vendor stood up and shouted after him. Chivaco 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 don't even want to pick up half a sunflower seed! Ha! It's really unlucky to be your son!..."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Chivako suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes, and paused in place. After a few breaths, with a blank expression on his face, he took off the bronze spear behind his back and walked towards the middle-aged vendor. Under the vigilant and fearful eyes of the other party, the old militiaman threw down two gems. Afterwards, he leaned over and picked up the exquisite small sculpture of the Black Snake Warrior, and handed it to the expectant Dark Snake.

"Your. Take it!"

"Ah! Thank you, old man."

Dark Snake is holding the sculpture, looking at the faces of the soldiers on it ~lightnovelpub.net~ stroking the black snake pattern, very happy.

Afterwards, Chivako leaned down again, picked up a small ordinary warrior sculpture, and handed it to Didi, who was following behind with envy.

"this is yours."

"Huh? This...Captain. I..."

"Take it!"

Didi was at a loss, and still stretched out his hands, holding the ordinary small sculpture of a warrior, as if he was holding a treasure he had never seen before. The emblem of the main **** on his forehead, reflecting the light of the sun, seemed to bring warmth again.

"Huh? This...friend, this sculpture, you haven't paid yet!"

"This is adding head! Say one more thing, I'll kill you!"

Chivako turned his head, the corners of his wrinkled eyes raised, and his face was rarely seen with a cruel look. His eyes were deep and cold, he stared at the silent merchant for a while, and then walked away with two teenagers who aspired to become soldiers.