"Brother! Your power... this pure blessing of darkness!" The black-robed burly man said in a rough voice, excited as if he had found the Son of God of the Church. "We're one of us! Don't stay in this shabby place anymore, come back to the Dark Sanctuary with us! The High Priest will be very happy to see you! There aren't many high-quality dark seeds like yours on the ice field!"
They almost surrounded and half-invited, half-pushed, the still somewhat dazed Enzo and his reindeer away from the main road.
Anna and Monica exchanged a look, then looked at Mark.
In fact, the two were originally favored by the God of Shadows. To be honest, the God of Shadows and the Goddess of Stars and Moon were competing for divine power.
If they really join the Star-Moon Church, I'm afraid they will cause some trouble to the God of Shadow.
Of course, the two women have been with Mark for so long that they have almost been influenced by him and become atheists.
Now that intelligence has been delivered to our doorstep, there is no reason not to take it.
Monica nodded slightly to Mark, indicating that they should first go and explore the Star-Moon Church's background.
Anna patted Xiaomu and asked it to stay with Mark.
So, within just a few minutes, Mark's team, which had been surrounded and blocked just now, was left alone, riding alone on the reindeer, holding the equally confused Xiao Mu in his arms.
"Hmm?"
Standing in the middle of the dirty, messy and noisy street, I watched my teammates being warmly picked up by their respective "family members" and disappearing into the bizarre buildings.
The cold wind blew past, carrying snow foam and the sour smell of garbage. Several passing foreigners cast glances at him with disgust, vigilance, or curiosity.
Mark was silent for a moment, then looked down at Little Mu in his arms, who was looking at him with his big round eyes.
"Well, Xiaomu," he sighed and rubbed Xiaomu's soft top, "it seems that now there are only two of us who represent the 'bright and majestic'. Tsk, is this considered occupational discrimination?"
Xiao Mu rubbed his fingers: "Mmm~"
It seems that the task of collecting intelligence can only be carried out in this "separate action" manner for the time being.
Mark shook his head, urged the reindeer, and slowly wandered through this chaotic gathering place that rejected the Holy Light, hoping to find a place where he could stay but would not be driven away by the Holy Light.
The looks from the surroundings were a mixture of wariness, disgust, and pure curiosity, but no one dared to approach and chat with them as easily as the missionaries had done before.
The cross necklace on his chest emitted a faint glow, like an invisible barrier, separating the noise and temptations by a small distance.
He turned aimlessly into an even narrower alley.
The smell here is more complex and pungent. On both sides are piled with frozen garbage, broken utensils, and even some frozen remains that cannot be recognized.
Several homeless people wrapped in thick, torn furs huddled in a sheltered corner, looking at Mark, the uninvited guest, warily.
"Hey, Holy Light kid, this is not the place you should be." A hoarse voice sounded from a figure huddled behind a broken wooden box, with undisguised rejection in the voice.
Mark reined in the reindeer and did not object to the name, but just glanced at the man.
There was a relatively clean thick cloth on the ground, with a few things scattered on it:
A chipped ceramic bowl with suspicious ice crystals condensed inside.
A few pieces of peculiarly colored minerals, like some kind of associated minerals.
A rusty skinning knife whose edge seemed to have remained surprisingly sharp.
The most eye-catching thing was a small pile of dark blue rhizomes that were frozen solid and covered with frost marks.
His gaze lingered on the dark blue rhizome for a second longer.
When I was in the Red Beard Clan, I seemed to have heard someone mention that there was an extremely cold-resistant rhizome in the North called "Frost-patterned Potato".
It is one of the important food sources for survival on the ice sheet, but it usually grows in deeper ice rifts and is difficult to collect.
"What? Lord Holy Light also likes these junk from our garbage dump?" Seeing Mark staring at his stall, the homeless man's tone became more sarcastic, but a trace of imperceptible tension flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Although he spoke toughly and thought that outsiders would not dare to cause trouble in Fortagan Settlement, as a low-level person in the northern ice sheet, he often heard of the bad reputation of the Holy Light Church in the central continent. Obviously, he was afraid that Mark would use his status as a priest to rob and plunder.
Mark ignored his sarcasm, but got off the reindeer and walked to the stall and squatted down under Xiao Mu's curious gaze.
He stretched out his hand, but did not touch those things. His fingertips were suspended a few centimeters away from the dark blue rhizome. An imperceptible soul fluctuation spread along his "Soul Harmonizer" instinct, like a stone thrown into calm water.
As a professional chef, he is now much more accurate in identifying ingredients than Monica.
Almost instantly, an extremely weak, cold and tough fragment of will, like a seed of life that had been sleeping under the frozen soil for tens of millions of years, was fed back from the inside of the frost-marked potato.
Mark understood that this was an extremely high-quality frost-marked sweet potato, and the quality was quite good. It contained extremely strong vitality and frost resistance, making it an excellent material for cooking.
At the same time, his perception as a "soul reconciler" also captured the deep fatigue and hunger emanating from the homeless stall owner's soul, as well as a hint of numbness hidden in the despair deep in his soul.
It seems that ordinary people in the Fortagan settlement do not live happily.
Ingredients with too dark souls cannot be used to make delicious food.
Mark only subconsciously had this thought flash through his mind, and then he quickly drove it out of his mind. Ever since he changed his job to Soul Harmonizer, he seemed to have a subconscious desire to be a human being...
Mark raised his head. His face did not have the compassion of a priest, nor the arrogance of an adventurer. Instead, it had a calm look, a bit like a chef seeing good ingredients.
"These sweet potatoes." He pointed at the frost-marked potatoes with his chin. "They're frozen solid, but the vitality inside is still there. How much are they?"
The homeless man was stunned, obviously not expecting Mark to ask the price.
He stared warily at the cross on Mark's chest, then looked at Mark's calm face, as if trying to determine whether this was some kind of trap.
After all, the gentlemen in the gathering place like Mark, who were fully equipped and covered in brand new animal skins, simply looked down upon these garbage dug out of the frozen soil.
"...three...no, three for five silver coins!" He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and quoted a price, his voice trembling with nervousness.
This price is definitely an exorbitant price for a rhizome found by a homeless person in the ice field market.
Mark raised his eyebrows but didn't bargain.
The prices in the Icefield seem to be a bit higher than in Osborne Town, and this is just for one ingredient.
In Osborne Town, as long as you don't choose any rare ingredients, five silver coins are enough to buy a delicious meal.
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