In fact, if you think about it carefully, it''s always a delusion that cheese thinks he''s rich in money. When he was a grey lion, he was either related to the commander of the frost guard, or he could have an equal dialogue with a local Lord like Lothar. When he was in trouble in the capital of the king, there were witches to provide logistical support. In addition, all the places he went to were inaccessible, and there were not many places on the grassland where money could be used. Gold and silver may be hard currency for grassland people, but compared with cattle and sheep, the tribes in the deep grassland have less foreign trade demand, and these precious metals are more regarded as a manifestation of wealth.


    It''s a huge city, a huge commercial city. Although money can''t buy everything, it can buy goods that are more difficult to buy than most areas. The people gathered here are all in need of commodities, so the circulation of money is extremely huge. It is not so much the place where hundreds of rivers converge, but it is the place where hundreds of gold flows converge. Here, no one talks about human relations with you, or those human relations should have a prerequisite as the basis, the amount of property. Is it powerful? Maybe it''s just because it was built for wealth.


    In a word, after paying the accommodation expenses, the cash of several people, that is, gold and silver coins, is running out. In order to spend the time, they have to either sell the gifts brought from the grassland or find jobs that can make money. It''s still on the basis that they only need three meals. If there are other expenses, it''s hard to say that they have enough. Money, cheese has never thought this thing is fatal. As a caster, how ever has he been troubled by money? But there is no way. This is not his tower, and there are no friends he knows well. He has to solve this problem with his companions.


    "Where do you keep the horses Walking down the streets built by dwarves, cheese asked. They consciously walk in a row, which reduces the possibility of being hit by a speeding cart.


    Jian Qi, who was at the front of the line, immediately replied, "just to the west of exit 3 of tiefelt Avenue, there is a horse shop whose name seems to be..."


    "The hoof of Charon is marked by a half sheep man holding a bow. The man who received us yesterday was Mayer, who had a caravan tattoo on his arm. The shoes on my feet are very new. It seems that I have just bought them. " ATA quickly added that she had her own memories of yesterday, such as sword seekers who might have noticed tattoos on their hands, but not necessarily new shoes on their feet. If that pair of shoes is critical.


    This is the end of the conversation, because they have no intention to confirm it. This is not to say that they are completely at ease with the horse shop, but with the assurance of the dwarfs, if the foot of the Charon can not guarantee safety, according to the current understanding of the city, there is no way. Even nervously trying to confirm the condition of the horse may attract other people''s attention.


    In fact, according to human standards, as long as there are more than five dwarfs on a street, it can be called a roar of people, let alone that the street is basically full of dwarves. Of course, this statement is biased. It doesn''t mean that dwarves are noisy. Only the dwarves who drink wine are noisy. Most dwarfs are quiet and strange when they are not drinking. However, the way they drink is so impressive, and there are always quite a number of blacksmiths and related industries in the gathering places of dwarves, which leads to the continuous stream of iron making nearby. It is only when the two are together that people feel noisy.


    "Look, there." Two people and a cat looked through ATA''s fingers, and sure enough, they saw an out of place shop on the street full of rust smell. It looked like a blanket shop. Tapestries, blankets, and other textiles and fur products, large and small, of unknown use, formed a huge mosaic that outlined the store. They remembered that when they looked at the road signs before, they found that the felt of the iron felt Avenue was not the anvil used to strike iron, but felt. And people, including cheese, regard it as a subtle mistake, which is not the case now.


    "Go and have a look?" Cheese asked his companion for advice. They have no urgent matters to deal with. Even if they want to earn money, they can''t make it. They can''t worry.


    In fact, his inquiry is a little redundant, because at the time of his inquiry, ATA and their steps have already approached the store. When we got closer, we found that there were no signboards or shop names on the external walls of the shop, only a large number of fabrics hanging tightly and the more colorful interior space in the semi open shop door. Just standing outside the store and looking inside, people will think of the huge spider nests covered with cobwebs. These tapestries seem to be the silk thread behind the spider in the room. Anyone who enters them unconsciously because of their charm will be drained of blood by monsters hidden behind the blankets.


    It turns out that the horror fantasy about spiders considered by cheese is the result of the delusion of being killed. Maybe he has seen such a scene in the underground cave of Xigu City, but the tapestry shop in front of him is not a cover for evil insects to cover up their tracks. After they went in, they only saw a lazy old dwarf woman smoking a hookah leisurely. The room was filled with a slightly sweet smell of smoke, but did not see the slightest smoke. She chose the hookah, but did not want the smoke to float on the tapestry and pollute the goods. What''s more, it''s not candles or oil lamps that provide indoor lighting. A few wisps of sunlight are reflected through specially placed translucent glass sheets on the roof, just like the mirror reflection facilities in the Cangshi Pharmacists Association, illuminating the whole room. The only difference is that the glass used by the dwarfs is more delicate."Look, yes, but cats and men can''t touch them. Your hands are too dirty to sell." The female dwarf looked up at the team and said in a low, magnetic voice.


    Jian Qi and cheese didn''t care about it. They just followed in to enjoy the patterns on the tapestries. However, keiras''s enthusiasm for fighting against people rose again. He jumped up to the arms of the wide chair and held his chest in his hands. "If you say that, I''m afraid your blankets can only be sold to women. This has lost nearly two-thirds of the market at once


    The dwarf old lady was a little surprised at a talking cat, but she quickly responded and put down the hookah in her hand. "As far as I know, men and women should be half and half, how can they be two-thirds? Do you think that most of the people who buy tapestries in the world are men? "


    "No, only one-third are men and one-third are cats. You don''t have a cat who wants to buy your blanket like that." The spirit of the cat demon said of course, let the ATA behind him cover his mouth and smile.


    "So I did lose a lot of customers. Maybe I should go to the street and ask the dogs what they think of blankets. Maybe they will be interested." The old lady was very interested in fighting with keiras. There was no anger on her face. On the contrary, she seemed very happy that someone could talk to her. Dwarfs are mostly like this. They don''t seem to want to talk, but they just don''t know how to speak.


    Not to mention the ongoing debate over which side of the cat or dog has a strong purchasing power for blankets, the rest of the team has turned their attention to the blankets in the store. Even if you can''t touch them with your hands, things that are beautifully made to make people feel happy to look at are enough of artistic value. While sword seven gradually shifts its attention to narrative type tapestries, cheese stands in front of a blanket for a long time.


    It''s a dark blanket, probably made of leather from bears or similar animals, but it doesn''t matter what the material is. What matters is the pattern on the blanket. It depicts what two humans, one tall and one short, are doing in a crowd of dwarves. The robes worn by these two humans were specially dyed gray.


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