Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 134 Purchasing Raw Materials

Chris walked on the road next to the field, walking in the shadow of the oak tree, looking at the sweat on the faces of the people working in the fields in the distance, and looking at the faces of the believers who walked by him and rushed to the church to attend the service. Peaceful, I feel that my mood has improved a lot.

After the incident in Misty Village was resolved, people in the suburbs were no longer troubled by hallucinations. Many poorer believers also spent some of their limited money or made some handmade items to donate to the church.

They are simple, loyal, and religious. Compared with people in the city, their lives seem to be more "comfortable", but Chris knows in his heart that this situation will not last long.

Since the repeal of the Corn Act, their living conditions will take a turn for the worse: after grain prices fall, they can no longer afford the cost of farming. Then, they will go bankrupt and enter the cities, competing with workers for job opportunities, so there will be fewer factory owners. salary……

This is not a simple bill, nor a simple confrontation between old and new nobles, but a social change and a torrent of the times.

And Chris also knows clearly that this is a world with gods and evil gods, and some things are not that simple and not black and white.

His joyful mood just now sank again. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He tried his best to avoid people and boarded a tram bound for the city.

The conductor took the £1 note from Chris, gave him an annoyed look, and rummaged in his pocket for a while before giving him the change.

Chris took the change and walked to the back seat. He looked at the portrait of George III on the penny in his hand, and then turned to look at the various passers-by outside the car window. He felt quite complicated in his heart.

The carriage rattled along, the scenery outside the carriage slowly changed, and modern items such as gas street lamps appeared on both sides of the road.

Chris has been to Backlund and seen the pollution there. Compared with Tingen, the environment is pretty good.

He got off the carriage before it entered the East District, then changed to a taxi, and then directed the coachman to go to the Dragon Bar in the Dockside District through the Golden Indus District, avoiding the University District as much as possible.

The carriage slowly stopped on a street some distance away from the Dragon Bar, where there was a dense flow of people. The dock workers were whistling and heading to their respective posts, getting ready to start the day's work.

Chris straightened his peaked cap, jumped off the carriage, and walked towards the Dragon Bar.

Although it is still early, the underground trading market in the bar has already opened.

Chris did not enter through the front door this time because the guard at the door and he already knew each other, and he could not interact with everyone who knew him.

He walked around the front door, walked through a narrow alley beside the wall, stepped over a pile of broken wine bottles, and arrived at the back door of the underground trading market.

It is said to be a back door, but it is actually a hidden side door of the underground trading market, used to prevent sudden searches by official extraordinary people. But Swain is the former captain of the punishment agent after all, and the punishment agents must inform Swain in advance if they want to handle the case.

As a result, the door had been abandoned for a long time and the chain on it had grown rusty.

Chris brushed off the dust and was surprised to find that the door was not locked, but just wrapped with chains.

He secretly sighed at his luck, began to untie the long chains one by one, and walked in.

Behind the door was a small room with many wine boxes stacked inside. Chris crossed over the wine boxes and gently opened the door. A guard in the corridor was facing away from him, leaning against the wall and calling repeatedly. Yawning.

Chris took advantage of him not paying attention, trotted two steps quickly, opened the door and walked into the underground trading market.

There were many stalls, but not many buyers. After Chris walked in, many stall owners turned their attention to him, expecting Chris to patronize their stalls.Chris half covered his face with his hands, leaving only his eyes exposed, and talked to the stall owners in Runeese with a Lundborg accent.

He followed the knowledge in his mind and bought items that could be used to make spell-casting carriers: mainly some sand and gravel.

Because they have different shapes and need to be processed to become finished products, and they are easy to obtain, the price is not very high.

The stall owner selling sand and gravel was armed with a hammer and chisels. At Chris's request, he broke a fist-sized piece of red sand into pieces of different sizes, packed them in bags and handed them to Chris. Reese.

Chris walked around in a circle, and when the elderly female stall owner saw him approaching, she enthusiastically introduced to him the nobility of the "black rose" in front of her, but Chris could tell at a glance that the rose had mutated due to extraordinary elements. , its petals should originally be rose red.

However, this pot of roses that turned black for some reason did not wither, but was still growing vigorously, without any occult danger.

Chris was very interested. He reached into his pocket, but unfortunately there was not enough money left. In the end, he had to exchange a bottle of essential oil for this pot of black roses.

After that, he placed the remaining bottle of essential oil in an empty space. After two active price cuts, he sold it for 3 pounds. Seeing the satisfied smile on the buyer's face, Chris felt that he had made a loss. .

He originally wanted to collect wool and repeatedly create "ghost shark blood" or other extraordinary materials to sell, but unfortunately he is not in Backlund now, and the occult enthusiasts in Tingen cannot use such "high-end" materials.

However, these extraordinary materials can be used by him and turned into a spell-casting carrier for the "Wizard".

Chris walked out of the underground trading market with 3 pounds of banknotes, a pile of sand and gravel powder, and a pot of black roses. He was planning to return the same way, but Swain suddenly came from the other end of the corridor and blocked his way.

Swain was wearing a white navy uniform. He didn't know that Chris was already a "wizard" at this time. He put his hands behind his back and smiled at him:
"Long time no see, Chris, are you still competing? Yo, when did you become interested in gardening?"

"No, Mr. Swain, I might have to..."

Chris wanted to say that he was leaving Tingen for a while, but he paused and then said:
"Something happened recently..."

Swain approached him and asked in a low voice: "Is it that extraordinary battle in Misty Village?"

Chris met his gaze and nodded: "Yes."

"I heard there were casualties."

"Fortunately."

Chris' heart dropped when he mentioned it. Fortunately, the news of his "death" was kept secret by the Heart of the Machine and the Nighthawks. Considering their relationship with the Punisher, neither Albert nor Dunn would disclose the news. .

"By the way," he continued, "Mr. Swain, can you keep the fact that I have been here a secret? Also, can you help me apply for a false identity certificate? If..."

"I've never met you. Besides, what name do you think of? I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Swain chuckled and patted Chris on the shoulder.

(End of this chapter)