Facts have proved that Marshall's move was correct. With everyone moving forward anxiously, Chun raised his slightly aching arms and finally stepped into an area that was completely different from the streets in the previous area of ​​"Bandit's Lost Paradise".

This is a commercial street, and generally no one dares to make trouble here. If someone refuses to buy you something, or suddenly goes back on their word during the transaction and kills you, it will be too late to cry.

"Huh...huh..." Chun rubbed his slightly sore left arm and shook off the ears on top of his head, wondering what he was doing.

"Since we are in the territory of humans, we should listen to the maxims of humans. That's right." Tongya easily put the big sword in his hand back into the huge scabbard and said with a smile.

"This is my first time doing this, and I'm actually very scared..." Marshall checked his purse and found that it was not lost, missing, or damaged.

If the gazes of those bandits could cause any real harm, then Marshall and the others would definitely be stripped clean and bruised, and not even a few hairs on Chun and Tong's bodies would be left.

"Let's see... what are we going to buy today... By the way, uncle, have you got your bags?" Marshall forgot to check his luggage before leaving.

"Get it." Haru ignored Tong's extremely confused look and lifted the bag in his hand.

Tong used his fleshy elbow to push Chun's waist hard, and he winked, as if he wanted to convey something.

The meaning is very clear, he is questioning Chun, but he hasn't told Marshall his name yet! This is incredible!

Chun swung his tail impatiently, smacking his mouth, telling the other person with his eyes that things were not that simple.

But... so long has passed, and it has even turned from spring to summer... These two people can't even figure out their names...

What the hell are they two? It is necessary for Tong to tell William about this matter, but it is impossible for William not to know about this matter, right?

Tong scratched his scalp. Since he is a bear, he shouldn't bear any mental workload other than bears. He just needs to follow the little princess in front of him. There should be nothing wrong with that.

"Well... it should be over there." Marshall hummed, seemingly dissatisfied with being stared at just now, and said, "Hurry up, I don't want to be kidnapped."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl danced her legs quickly and ran forward before the two of them had time.

"Oh, oh! Slow down a little-"

The difference between the commercial area and the non-commercial area is very obvious. At least here, Marshall and his party did not receive too many malicious looks. What is strange is that there was not a single shout here, and all the businessmen were pretending.

With a posture of "I've decided on you", a faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth, they lay leisurely in front of their almost sealed counters and dozed off.

In-store transactions are not allowed here.

"Trading with gold coins...trading with commercial brands...trading with famous brands...and a bounty hall?" Marshall walked quickly while reading out the content marked on the map.

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There are various ways to purchase here, including but not limited to gold coins...

What are trade brands and famous brands?

Marshall looked through both sides of the map and found that he could not find the answer.

However, the purchase this time seemed to be in a hurry, which showed that William did not allow himself to move more in this area, which indirectly revealed the danger of this place.

"It seems I can't treat you two to dinner, haha." Marshall smiled bitterly.

"You still invite him to dinner?"

"Yes, is it possible that we don't want to eat?"

"What are you eating?"

"Just give him whatever he wants to eat, and come back when he's full."

Tong bumped Chun's waist and abdomen with his elbow again, which even made Chun groan in pain. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with his performance.

Chun can't advance or retreat now. He can't tell Marshall his name now, can he? The subsequent processing will be very troublesome, and in public...

The street is not quiet, but it is not noisy either. Occasionally, there will be a few merchants and buyers chatting loudly, bragging, and bargaining. Judging from their tone, they must have known each other for a long time.

"It should be here... all kinds of food are sold!" Marshall looked at the brand-new store in front of him in disbelief. Everything from staple food to supplementary food, from water to drinks, was on sale.

You can see them on the label.

However, it looks like this store must have just opened not long ago. Compared to the unknown store next to it with the plaster on the bottom floor peeling off, this place looks much better.

There was no one in front of the counter, but it showed that it was selling goods. Looking inside the store, it was completely dark.

So, Marshall stood up on tiptoes, knocked hard on the polished and shiny glass counter - she couldn't even see the top of the counter due to her height -, and shouted loudly: "Is anyone there? We want to book this place.

All the bread and food, and half the water and beer, distilled spirits, and cider!”

The little girl took two steps back, and still could only see the dark shop.

"—little guy!"

Just like a big fish rising from the dark sea - the two-petal beard of the man coming out of the store really resembles the two tentacles next to the catfish's lips - the shop owner tore open the bottomless darkness and opened the door to his little one.

Poke your head out of the shop.

Marshall judged that this store must have exerted some kind of magic to block the view of everyone outside.

"Shameless little girl." He combed his beard and smiled contemptuously, "This is not the place you should be. Even with these two rude guys, you can't save your life."

"I'm here to buy something. I have enough money in my hands." Marshall smiled sweetly, not caring about the shopkeeper's words at all. "Do you have enough food and water here?"

"Haha... The supplies here are not cheap. I have to try out the newly opened store."

"I have enough money."

"The price of all food is calculated as twice the price outside the Lost Paradise area." His voice was cold, even trembling with excitement.

"Ho--!"

The person who made this old and hoarse voice was not any one of the three Marshalls, but came from another inconspicuous shop next to this shop.

To be honest, Marshall didn't even notice that there was such a small and shabby shop next to the food store...

Marshall looked around and saw that he was an old man, probably past his octogenarian years, leaning on a dark wooden crutch, sitting upright on a small, broken bench.

"That guy quoted a random price. When he sold it to me, he calculated it as seven times the market price! What a weird person!"

"So, you still gave me a disguised discount?" Marshall covered his mouth and suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting, "Then I have to thank you!"

"Haha... Of course, this also comes at a price." The man with the mustache had a shrewd look in his eyes.

"Don't violate the rules of [Bandits' Lost Paradise]. Don't ask for names, no matter things. Just don't use various media and various methods to find out everything about the other party." The old man reminded angrily, "Of course, I don't

Would you mind finding a more kind neighbor?"

"Haha...trade first. Actually, my request is very simple."

"Um."

"Little girl, you can come to my place and take a look. The various stone carvings are so lifelike!" The old man rubbed his palms and promoted his goods hard. "You might as well come and take a look!"

Marshall brought enough money, even if it was twice the market price, there was still some money left.

"The little guy is quite rich." The mustachioed man used magic power to throw all the food and buckets into the bear man's opened bag, and said at the same time, "The goods I have here are taken directly from the warehouse outside Lost Paradise.

, so you don’t have to worry about freshness.”

Marshall nodded, feeling half favorable in his heart.

The strength of the orcs is great, let alone two people, so the seemingly endless cargo was actually loaded within half an hour.

"Well," when the man with the mustache saw that the deal was completed, he rubbed his hands inexplicably and said with a smile, "I just want to know one thing."

"If I knew, I would tell you," Marshall said.

"Don't cross the line." The old man in the stone carving shop reminded again.

"I know this very well, and you don't need to remind me." The owner of the food store said in a cold tone, "My question is very simple -"

A sickle flashing with blue-purple cold light reached towards the shopkeeper's neck without any warning, and the size of this sickle perfectly matched the size of the shopkeeper's neck!

"——Careful!" Marshall pointed at the shopkeeper's neck in fright, "How...how could it be!"

Very fortunately, the sickle only stayed at the man's Adam's apple, which was surging up and down, and did not advance any further.

"Let's give up this idea." Seeing this ridiculous scene, the old man seemed to have remembered something, and shook his head and said.

That man, to Marshall's admiration, remained calm under such circumstances: "Isn't it a bit too much to dispatch a [punisher] for such a trivial matter... That's all... I don't think so."

Just ask.”

The shopkeeper actually did it obediently and wisely, which again did not occur to Marshall.

The handle of the sickle was connected to a fair-skinned arm. As the shop owner surrendered, the owner of the arm naturally made a casual stroke from top to bottom, tearing open the darkness inside the shop, revealing the interior.

All come.

Indeed, there are so many things here, with large barrels floating strangely in the air, motionless.

"You don't need to destroy my technique." The shop owner's voice was cold, as if he had been immersed in an ice cave.

What he was referring to was a man who looked very much like a woman, with eyebrows, a thin mouth, and a light color. It was in his hand that he was holding a very sharp knife with a very thick handle.

A sickle connected with three magic lines.

This represents his three magic patterns.

However, Marshall was also surprised as to why most of the men here did not look like normal people...

The fat pig-like man I saw at the beginning had eyes like a rapist; the men who looked at me on the road seemed to have poked holes all over their bodies with spears, and before they had time to patch them up, they used chains and iron rings.

The iron nails were bolted; now I met a man who looked quite like a woman.
To be continued...