Chapter 157: A Passerby in a Western Fantasy Adventure 6
The wanderer camp in Sunset Mountains was bustling with activity. Abner looked carefully at the note in his hand, searching for the items he needed to buy at stall after stall.
"Poplar wood, black stone, magic flower pots, saxaul fruit seedlings, and a lot of drinking water..."
A ragged child turned his head abruptly upon hearing this, and his dark green eyes kept looking at the old man in black. When the two passed each other, he could not help but lift his feet and followed him silently.
After walking a few streets, Abner stopped and turned to look at the curly-haired boy not far away: "Kid, why are you following me?"
Rona smoothed his messy hair, trying to make it smoother: "Sir, it seems that this is your first time in the homeless camp. Do you need a guide?"
In this chaotic land, there are many children born from one-night stands between mercenaries and bar girls. Rona is one of them. He usually makes a living by cheating people, and occasionally works as a tour guide.
This amiable old man in front of me seems to be a big fat sheep.
Rona licked the corner of his lips, with a flattering smile on his face and a sincere look in his eyes.
"I've lived here since I was a kid, and no one knows better than me where to find bargains."
Abner sighed, took out a staff from his arms and instantly cast a spell. A green vine wrapped around his feet and rubbed against them affectionately.
"My child, you are right. I do need a guide. If you are really familiar with the layout of the camp as you just said, then I would hire you."
"But," the old man stroked his beard with a smile, and changed his tone, "If you have any bad ideas, you can stop now."
When he was young and energetic, he traveled far and wide, and his hands were stained with blood.
Rona's eyes narrowed, and his stiff back was covered with cold sweat. "My Lord, you are worrying too much. It is such an honor to be a wizard's guide. Even if I had three guts, I would not dare to have any idea of taking advantage of you."
His tone was extremely humble. It was not uncommon for these mages to kill two people just for fun when they were in a bad mood.
"In that case, you lead the way." Abner put the staff back into his arms, and the vines beside him followed, twisting and turning along the roots.
Seeing the magic plant beside the old and young group, there were fewer prying eyes on the road, and the mice that dared not show up in the dark rarely could afford to provoke the magician.
Rona was indeed very familiar with the camp. Under his leadership, Abner quickly bought the wood and stone for building the house at a very reasonable price, and bought all the magic flower pots in a shabby stall in the corner of the camp.
There was a hint of joy between Rona's eyebrows and eyes, and the stall owner also grinned and kept looking at his expression.
The soil in the Sunset Mountains is fertile and the trees are lush. Only the nobles in the nearby cities would use magic flowerpots to grow some extremely ornamental exotic flowers and plants.
Every year, scavengers go to the nearby forest to pick up items left behind by explorers and mercenaries.
These wild children whose fathers are unknown are the main force of the scavenger team. In order to survive, they will stick together for warmth and form a local force that is not easily bullied.
"Is this your brother?" The stall owner in front of him was very thin, with dark skin, and only reached Abner's waist.
Rona knew that his little trick could not be hidden from the wizard in front of him. Besides, the magic flower pots that were almost ignored on weekdays were actually sold out. For the first time, a sincere smile appeared on his face: "Sir, she is my sister."
Sister? The old man was surprised. The stall owner who looked like a mud monkey in front of him was actually a girl.
Many children walking around were secretly paying attention to the movements here. Some older children looked at Rona and asked if he was a fat sheep. After seeing the little friends shaking their heads slightly, they quietly hid the things in their hands behind their bodies.
Thinking of the little girl at home, Abner's eyes became extremely gentle. He took out his staff and cast the Gift of Nature. The plants at the edge of the forest moved without wind, making rustling sounds. Then a green light flashed. Rona and the children nearby felt their bodies lighten, and the aching new and old wounds gradually healed in this soft light.
"grown ups?"
"Master Mage?"
"This is one of your rewards as a guide." Abner turned his head to look at the bustling camp. "By the way, Rona, do you know where to buy food and drinking water nearby?"
Rona, feeling warm all over, had a look of gratitude in his eyes. "Sir, Uncle Locke has opened a magic plant shop outside the camp. Maybe there are plants you need there."
"Yes, Aunt Lina opened a bakery next door, which sells all kinds of easy-to-store foods." A boy in a purple coat shouted in the crowd.
"Yes, yes, sir, you don't need to buy drinking water. You can go to Uncle Locke to buy more wooden barrels, and you can get water from the river upstream outside the camp." The stall owner in front of him also raised his eyes timidly.
Rona cleared his throat and said, "Sir, if you are relieved, we will take care of the drinking water for you."
This will not only win the favor of the great wizard in front of him, but also let other forces in the camp know that there is a noble wizard standing behind them.
Unable to bear to disappoint the children, Abner thought for a moment and then agreed to Rona's arrangement.
After buying the necessities written on the paper, he walked to a small stall with various precious accessories. Wanting to bring some surprises back to Cathy, he waved his hand and bought all the colorful hairpins, necklaces, pearl earrings, and gemstone bracelets on the stall.
It took Rona a lot of effort to negotiate a price that satisfied both parties.
This is not a guide's responsibility. Generally speaking, the more the customers spend, the more money Rona can get from the stall owner afterwards.
However, looking at the old man's smiling face, he lowered his eyelids. This was the first time that a wizard treated these moles in the gutter as real people.
"Sir, are you going to build a house by buying so many construction materials?" Rona asked bravely as he led the old man to continue to visit the camp.
"yes."
"Do you have anyone to build the house?" Judging from the accessories the mage had just bought, there should be only a young little girl in the family.
Abner paused. Yes, the two kids in the family are not good at doing heavy work. Who will build the house after we buy the wood and stones?
His face became serious: "Rona, do you know of any reliable slave markets around here?"
When he was on his way home from the magic branch with the well-fed sand-armored beast, he was followed by a middle-aged man with a heavy sword on his back. A big "slave" character was printed on the man's forehead with a magic pattern, and handcuffs woven with mithril were hung between his hands and neck.
——He was a swordsman with red curly hair and a bearded face with lifeless eyes.
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