The Divine Hunter

Chapter 30: Bazaar and bullying

  Chapter 30 Bazaar and Bullying

  At four or five in the morning, the sky is still dark, most people are still asleep, Edsburg’s market has become very lively, and the most industrious people in the whole city are sweating here.

There were coolies with bare arms, shouting slogans, dragging carts full of fruits and vegetables through the market; there were vendors shivering by the cold morning wind, knitting sweaters with both hands, and tidying up quickly and methodically. The goods on the shelves; the young guy with the furry chin, brushing the thin meat skewers with spices on the forearm in the smoke of charcoal burning and the aroma of the barbecue; and the livestock dealer, pointing to the whine in the wooden hoop Animals bargaining with the guests whose faces are flushed with cold.

  Roy squeezed through a few large boxes of parsley and watercress that had just been picked from the ground and was still stained with mud, and came to a stall selling herbs.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties. He wears a thick felt hat and a gray cloak. His hands are rubbing rhythmically in his sleeves relative to the cage. His honest face is covered with orange-peel wrinkles, dark and dark. There was a bit of shrewdness that merchants were used to in his cloudy eyes.

  "Brother, what do you want to buy?" The trader's gaze turned on Roy's childish, delicate face, and he rubbed his fingers mysteriously and wretchedly, "The medicine for hemorrhoids and **** fistula?"

  Hemorrhoids and **** fistula? Why did you say that? Roy was stunned. He didn't think I... suddenly showed an ugly expression like a fly, "I'm not here to buy herbs... My name is Roy. I just came to Edsberg not long ago. I wanted to find a job, and I heard that there was a shortage of people at the market, so I came over to ask."

"That's it... Roy," the businessman nodded, his hands crossed his chest, and he looked at him again with his scrutiny gaze. "You don't seem strong enough, so let's get rid of most of the physical work. Do you count? Are you literate? What other advantages and strengths are there, let’s talk about it."

"Arithmetic is okay, but I don't know how to use words." Roy glanced across the merchant's shelf and observed dozens of herbs clean, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "Besides, I am very familiar with herbs. For example, I know that the oldest herbal medicine on your shelf is the five-year Datura root in the center grid. Datura root is very effective for rheumatism, malignant sores, and cough."

  The businessman was surprised when he heard the words. He didn't expect the young boy in front of him to have such poisonous eyesight, and he said exactly what he said. "Look carefully again, what kind of herbal medicine is this?" The merchant pointed to an ocher, conical tuber in the grid to the left of the mandala root.

  "This is aconitum," Roy blinked at the shopkeeper. "It's been about three years. It's treating... well, it has a miraculous effect on impotence."

  The businessman asked him more than a dozen kinds of herbs on the shelf without a breath. Roy answered all the questions.

"You can recognize the flowers of this Bidens plant? The little brother is really knowledgeable," the shopkeeper stretched out his hand to him in admiration, "Roy, right? Just call me Tross. I run a herbal medicine shop in the market. In the past few years, both the owner and the shop have had a good reputation, should you consider doing things for me? Listening to your accent, it is obvious that you are not from Edsberg, except for me, the vendors in other stalls are not so easy to get along with."

  "Can you be more specific?" Roy heaved a sigh of relief and asked calmly, "For example, job content and salary..."

"Little brother, I am forty-three years old this year. In order to run this shop, I have to get up at four or five o'clock in the morning every day to buy goods and set up a stall with the freezing wind. This kind of day is too torturous, maybe you can't get through it. When I’m fifty, I’ll die suddenly. I want to find a guy to help me pass this period of time. It’s best to be familiar with herbal medicine and arithmetic, and have a good memory."

   "Mainly from 4 o'clock to 8 o'clock every morning, waiting for me to replace the shift. If there is no problem, the weekly salary is 5 crowns and 50 copper coins."

  It is not difficult for Roy to get up before four o'clock every day. After completely replacing sleep with meditation, he only needs to rest for five hours a night. But the weekly salary is 5.5 kronor, which is only 22 kronor a month, which is not enough for the rent outside the city.

   "Uncle Tross can't fool me just because I am young and an outsider..." Roy pursed his lips and said, "The weekly salary is 10 crowns...I can start working now."

"Little brother, you can't make a price all over the sky. Like when I was thirteen or fourteen, I couldn't earn so much after a month of exhaustion." Tross eyes narrowed and his tone changed, "How about this? The weekly salary is 7 kronor, and I will cover you with a meal, and I will be at the barbecue stall next to it. I can guarantee that no better treatment can be given anywhere else."

Roy stared into the businessman’s eyes. After a long time, when the other party was about to lose patience, he nodded, "Uncle Trois, how about starting to count the days today? Tell me how to do it? What are the herbs now? Quotes?"

  ...

  Roy spent the morning at the herbal stand, asking about the price of each herbal medicine.

  The prices of herbal medicines often fluctuate, so Tros will record the latest information on the kraft paper beside the shelf every morning for his reference and memory. He also taught him the basic weighing tools and a few precautions.

  Finally, he asked him to come to work before four o'clock in the morning tomorrow, and let him go.

  ...

  Roy continued to wander around the market. The work of the herbal medicine stall ended at 8 o'clock in the morning. He still had a lot of time to prepare for another job.

The most ideal job is of course an apprentice butcher. The experience and the Krona are the same. But as the miller outside the city said, Edsberg is not Kaye Village. The butcher here has no relations with him, so it is impossible to put oil and water. Cheap foreigners.

   It is not his turn to kill pigs and sheep outside the city, but Roy focuses on another job of similar nature in the market—a vendor who specializes in handling live chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry for the townspeople.

  The experience value of poultry is only 1 point, which is equivalent to one-fifth of that of ordinary livestock, but it cannot hold up a large number.

The poultry processing stall is next to the wooden fence where the livestock is closed. The stall owner is a gray-haired local old man Ruhr, who cheekyly recommended himself in Roy, and showed him the skillful cutting skills, and cleanly solved a croaking monster. After calling the fat-headed goose, dealing with clean hair, blood and internal organs, Ruhr agreed to accept the employee.

  It’s just that the wages are extremely low, and only 50 copper coins are paid for every 30 poultry handled, but you can do more and less voluntarily, and you can leave at any time when you are tired.

Roy did not bargain. This effort was mainly for experience. According to the old Ruhr, he had to deal with at least 15 poultry a day in the morning. That is 15 points of experience. Desperate life is even higher.

  Big cities have this benefit. There are many opportunities and many ways to gain experience, so you don’t have to risk your life all the time.

  ...

  Roy breathed a sigh of relief, put down the **** knife in his hand, and patted the messy poultry feathers. Throughout the afternoon, he solved 20 "quack" and gained 20 experience points and proficiency in the slaughter skills.

  More importantly, there is a foothold so that you can live in this big city even if you don’t rely on the relief of the demon hunter. After a few days his work stabilized, he went to find a place to study.

  ...

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Roy returned to the water mill outside the city, and the smell of soil, grass and falling leaves pounced on his face. Finally, the whole person was relieved from the smell of poultry feces, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, and his mood changed. Get pleasure.

  A hundred late from the mill, Roy suddenly stopped and looked into the distance curiously.

Outside the dilapidated wooden warehouse, where hay and firewood were piled, there was a group of boys and girls. Their faces showed a meanness incompatible with their age. They pointed at a petite figure sitting on the ground in the encircling circle. The irony is endless.

   "You're ugly, you look like a camel... You don't hide in the house honestly, and you dare to run out and wander around. Seeing you, I really don't have any appetite. How can I eat?!"

  The thin, tall, thin boy with dense freckles on his face kept poking his index finger into the man’s hair, spitting vicious words in his mouth,

"Huh! She's not a camel. The camel is so cute..." Another delicate-looking girl with two pigtails, her fleshy little hand holding a branched branch, leaned toward the man's high raised back. With a stick, the man was trembling with his body, his hands wrapped his knees, and his face stuck tightly on it. "She's a monster... It's filled with highly poisonous sewage. If she hates someone, she will secretly poison someone with food... My grandma must have been poisoned to death by her, and her biological mother was also killed by her. Poisoned himself!"

  "She is an old witch, a kind of freak, as the book says. She curses others every day and releases evil witchcraft. She should be dealt with by a demon hunter... Mutants can deal with freaks."

   "Woo..." The man in the middle choked suddenly.

"Ugly monsters, freaks, and face crying... I think we are bullying you!" The freckled boy slapped her back suddenly, "We are just like a revolutionary army, and she belongs to the baron. The bad kind over there! Hit her!"

  Some children pulled her hair, some punched and kicked her back, others slammed with branches, smashed with stones and mud.

   "Hey! A bunch of bastards, what are you doing? Don't stop me!"

  Suddenly there was a yelling not far away. The kid who was doing evil was startled by the sound, and when he looked back, he fled around in a panic, regardless of whether he could see clearly. In the blink of an eye, only the girl who hugged her knees with her hands was left.

  The old white apron was covered with footprints and mud, and under the brown hair, you could see patches of bruise and bruise on the exposed neck.

   "Your name is Toya, right, the miller's daughter. How do you feel, did those little **** hurt you?" Roy walked to the side and squatted down and reached out to her.

The hunchback girl just turned her face and glanced at him, her eyes timid and alert.

  There are two more red palm prints on her white and clean face, like two buckets of dirty paint splashed on a delicate oil painting. The girl's two palms covered with frostbite and calluses pressed the ground, silently propped up the scrawny body that was squashed by the huge hunchback, limped into the warehouse and closed the door.

Roy couldn't imagine the other person's life before showing that expression... But he felt that he should do something for the other person, so he took out the processed marigolds from the space, wrapped them in cloth and put them outside the door. "Toya, I'll leave you some herbs outside, and just chew them up and put them on the wound...Trust me, it works well."

  ...

  At the dinner table, Roy angrily mentioned the matter to the miller and his wife,

   "I saw a group of stinky kids bullying Toya, five or six surrounded her, pulled her hair, slapped her with a stick, and fanned her face. Don't you care?"

"Oh, brother, you don't know, that girl has a thick skin, it doesn't hurt or itchy to hit a few times, and it can make her work honestly." Mana chewed on the greasy fat and swollen face. There was an expression that he was accustomed to.

  Roy took a breath. There is no doubt that this fat woman must be a stepmother.

"I understand that you are kind." Henk also said to the sidelines, "but our family is an ordinary family, can't protect Toya like a princess? There is no way in this world. With her looks, to Where can I not be chewed and gossip? Toya can survive a bit more frustration and grievance, and a bit more sin. More than ten years have passed, and that girl is very strong now."

  A little grievance and frustration?

  Roy understands that this pair of people who didn’t even let Toya come to the table for dinner, didn’t treat her as a daughter at all. It was probably a free labor who could beat or scold her?

  "Don't mention that girl. Brother, you spent most of the day in the city today. Have you found a job?" Mana asked curiously, more interested in this question than Toya.

"found it…"

  Both husbands and wives have joy in the eyes, and the job is stable, then this kid has the money to continue renting the room...

After dinner, Royt took a look outside the warehouse door. He did not see the marigolds. He was relieved. When he returned to the room, he suddenly found that there was a fresh one on the bucket in front of the door, which was wiped dry. The pure apple is under the blue cloth wrapped in herbs.

   "Is this a return gift?"

  He seems to have found a way to communicate with girls.

  (End of this chapter)

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