Elders

"Give it to me!"

It's like giving, but the action is to snatch it away - how can the herbalist not know the price of Supor sleeping powder? If that small package really contains sleeping powder, it will be a big business worth at least dozens of thalers!

The thaler silver coin, also known as the big silver coin, is the main currency issued by the empire. The front is engraved with a side view of the emperor of the empire when it was issued. In addition to the thaler, there are small silver coins, also known as the Baisen coin, which is the local currency used in the five southwestern provinces of the empire.

When the currency value is stable, one thaler is equal to twelve small silver coins. Ordinary people can't afford thalers at all, and even small silver coins are not often used, so there are pfennig coppers below it, and ten of them are equivalent to a small silver coin.

A small silver coin can buy a pound of mixed beef in places with normal prices, and a pfennig can also buy a large piece of black bread.

"Big profit!"

Thinking of this, the herbalist's breathing became heavy as he saw that he was about to get it.

A few dozen thalers, equal to his total income for three years, and he has to be lucky enough not to eat or drink, not to be stung by insects, not to be infected by miasma, and not to get sick!

This thing is not very valuable to the natives, but it is very rare for the imperial people.

Of course, the herbalist did not notice Ian's slightly raised mouth.

--The plan went smoothly.

Everyone was attracted by the fire, and the knife wounds that his teacher had stabbed himself were enough to deceive everyone. Hilliard was obviously a master who was extremely proficient in fighting. The wounds he imitated were like those that were really stabbed in a fight, and there was no flaw at all.

Not to mention that he could control his muscles, and the so-called knife wounds were just skin breaks.

Next, show some more wealth. Even if the herbalist did not take the initiative, Ian would sprinkle some sleeping powder himself, so that everyone around him would find it, which would naturally make them think that it was carried by the natives.

The sleeping powder in his hand was only one-third of the original bag of sleeping powder. He used another one-third to deal with Osenna and the natives. The remaining one-third was enough for himself and Hilliard to survive without working while "recovering from injuries".

After all, if this thing was not precious, it would be impossible to trap Osenna and turn him into the natives' spy in the city.

And the one-third of sleeping powder that might be snatched away by someone was just a tool and bait to rationalize everything and attract all attention, so that people would not have the energy and attention to think about some loopholes in the fire and other things.

The next day, the incident was over, and the most dangerous moment had passed in the fight for the sleeping powder.

However, just when Ian was about to let the herbalist snatch the sleeping powder in his hand.

On the other side, Sai Nan was angry.

This guy Brin, it's okay to snatch some flowers and plants from the natives on weekdays, but he actually dared to snatch the little Ian he saved from the sea of ​​fire? !

-I didn't do it myself, and it's your turn? !

Although Sai Nan did not really save the fisherman, the fisherman obviously put himself in this position, and the herbalist's behavior did not give him any face at all.

"You guy!" He raised his hand and prepared to punch.

"You stinky boy, take your hand back!"

But before he could react, Sai Nan, who had just raised his hand, punched the herbalist in the face.

In the street behind, a roar of anger exploded, and the familiar voice immediately frightened the herbalist who wanted to rob and retracted his hand.

"Elder Pude is here!" There was a cry from the side of the road.

Ian also raised his head in surprise and looked at the street entrance.

With the heavy footsteps of hurried steps, several pharmacists in the port and the elders of the White People who arrived at the first time arrived.

Elder Pude was not similar to the old man with white hair and dying in the usual sense. This short and strong, only 1.6 meters tall, 70-year-old man had a pair of thick eyebrows and a lot of gray beard.

"What are you doing?!"

With a little dwarf blood, he had a loud voice and walked with a pair of short legs.

He strode over, raised his hand and pointed at the herbalist and scolded: "Snatching things from a child? Huh? Stealing things from your brothers and sisters?"

"I just want to see what it is, so as not to be in danger..." The herbalist stepped back and waved his hands. He was terrified and wanted to argue.

But it was obvious that this was useless.

Elder Pude came to Ian, who looked confused, and protected the boy behind him.

Then he stretched out his hand and slapped the herbalist who was still explaining.

Huh! This slap made a sound of wind, which was not the strength that an old man should have. It was so heavy that the herbalist fell to the ground with his legs kneeling on the ground. The whole person was obviously stunned.

But even so, the herbalist who was slapped could only bear it, and did not even dare to express dissatisfaction. After repeatedly apologizing with the stars in front of his eyes, he covered his face and walked away quickly in the eyes of the crowd who were gloating or despising him.

"What happened? How could Osenna's house catch fire? Did he set his pants on fire when he was roasting his legs?"

Taking advantage of this power, the old man widened his eyes, looked around the scene, and learned the general details from other people.

"No!"

"Elder, listen to me, it was the natives..."

"Osenna finally acted like a man this time..."

For a while, everyone spoke at once, which attracted Elder Pude's roar and rebuke. After everyone was quiet, he asked one by one about the situation at that time.

This time, the answers were much more organized.

After that, he also asked Ian in the same way and got the same answer as everyone else. The elder had already considered it in his mind: "Natives? So that's the case. It seems that the requirement of pure sacrifice has driven these damned ghosts crazy, and they actually set their sights on us!"

The White People are an ethnic group with a strong sense of family. Most of them gather in large cities in the heart of the empire in the form of aristocratic families and surname villages, or gather into villages and towns, with the oldest and most authoritative old people as elders to manage internal affairs.

For political reasons, this branch of Harrison Port was deprived of its surname, territory and all wealth decades ago, and was exiled from the imperial capital to this coastal port south of the Baisen Mountains.

In fact, most of the residents of all port immigrant areas south of the Baisen Mountains are like this. They are either demoted officials or exiled families.

"Good boy, you did a great job tonight. It's your spoils. The family doesn't have a surname, but it can't be without rules."

After comforting Ian, who had stopped crying but was still a little afraid, Elder Pude picked up Elan, who was sleeping soundly.

After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but frown: "Well... God damn! He really smoked a lot of sleeping powder. These bastards didn't intend to bring back a normal child!"

Looking at Elan's eyelids and smelling his hair, the experienced Elder Pude could completely identify the traces and smell of Supor Flower Sleeping Powder. What Ian said was true. It seems that for the sake of pure sacrifice, these barbaric natives are really well prepared.

Then, Elder Pude looked at the injuries on 'Osenna' who was being treated by the doctor.

Needless to say, the knife wounds, those natives were really cruel.

Pude was quite surprised by the courage of 'Osenna': "It's hard for this usually silent and gloomy guy to have such courage to kill four natives with such serious knife wounds… If he hadn't been deformed, with this talent and willpower, he might really be able to become an ascender."

"Of course, it's also possible that he smoked too many mushrooms and didn't figure out whether it was true or not?"

Elder Pude had a big prejudice against Osenna, but since this man had fulfilled his duty to protect his blood relatives, he would not speculate too maliciously: "I underestimated your courage… It seems that sometimes, people really need to be forced to see their true nature."

"By the way, has this kid become stronger?"