Chapter 1380 1352. Encounter at the market
Lan En came out as usual this time. He wanted to chat with his old friend Berengar and replenish the gadgets he had consumed.
Such as throwing knives, shackles, padlocks and other consumables.
At the critical moment, Lan En's current combat power can no longer use these things.
But anyone who has traveled far away should know that these gadgets can save a lot of trouble when used. What's more, Lan En's 'travel' is often extremely dangerous.
You can reduce trouble by being more prepared, and there is certainly no reason not to do it.
In addition, this armor also needs to be maintained by Berengar. [Smaug]'s materials are good on the one hand, but careful maintenance is also very important.
Lan En walked towards the edge of the city, right in the area of large workshops that had sprung up in recent years due to the Valyrian steel business.
Most of the time you walk on the dirt, and a small part of the time you have the opportunity to walk on the stone pavement.
Lan En first passed the City Hall. Above the head of this official building, the golden rooster silhouette-style weathervane rotated in circles with the sea breeze.
Then there is the fish market, which is fishy but unique to Gos Velen.
There are many seagulls on the roofs here, all waiting to eat the fish’s unwanted internal organs after they have disemboweled them.
The noise of their "quacking" noise is disturbing, but looking at the expressions of the fishmongers bargaining, quarreling and cursing with the crowd as usual, it seems that people have become completely accustomed to this sound.
On the streets of the fish market, many wild cats pretended to be indifferent to everything, but they also regarded seagulls and fish offal as their targets.
After passing the fish market, we should have continued walking diagonally toward the base of the city wall, passing the market square that is as famous as the fish market in this city, and arriving at the large workshop area.
But after Lan En passed by the market square, he took a few steps back and looked at the extremely crowded market square.
"Today is the market day?"
Lan En murmured doubtfully under the shadow of the hood.
Then Mentos projected the date table that had been adjusted as soon as he came back.
Indeed, today is market day.
The two markets in the city were originally supposed to be equally famous, but today the market square is overwhelmingly more popular than the fish market.
There are two rallies at the beginning and middle of each month, but Lan En usually misses them because he is traveling outside. He has nothing that he needs to go to the market to buy himself.
So even though he has been in Gos Velen for more than two years, he has never gone in to see it during the market.
This time is no exception.
What made Lan En pause and retreat twice was mainly because he heard a familiar voice amidst the noise of the market.
But it was so chaotic here that even with his extraordinary sense as a demon hunter, he felt that he had just heard a hallucination.
"Berengar!" Lan En stretched his head and shouted inside, "Berengar?"
No one responded, because Lan En's voice was also confused by the noise.
But fortunately, with his superhuman height and observation ability, Lan En had already seen the familiar long face that was somewhat similar to the primitive man.
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Gos Velen's market today is even more crowded and noisy than Novigrad's Dock Square.
In comparison, the fish market Lan En passed just now was as quiet as a temple performing morning prayers.
Not only was it noisy, it was also crowded like a school of sardines.
Just standing outside and watching will make people lose the courage to "squeeze in".
Fortunately, Lan En doesn't care about this.
Nowadays, the market square is crowded with people, but in addition to tall horses and tall animals such as camels, there are indeed several people like him.
Wearing a hood and cloak, it seemed at first glance that there was a figure of 2.45 meters tall walking around.
It seems that with its popularity and functionality that can confuse observations, the magic cloak has spread quite a lot.
But take a closer look, and you will see that the tall figures other than Lan En, whose seemingly majestic bodies are being squeezed to and fro in the surging crowd, are drifting with the tide.
It's still quite different from Lan En's posture of standing still when others squeeze in.
It's just that now there are so many people that no one can see what's happening two or three steps away, so no one notices the difference.
Lan En sneered, stretched out his arm from under the cloak, and put it on Berengar's shoulder.
The old demon hunter is still upset, who is still determined to have a relationship with him.
But then, he saw the palm on his shoulder and the gauntlet wrapping the palm.
And not only did he see it, the dwarf blacksmith who had just taken a sip immediately opened his eyes and spat out the wine he had not yet swallowed!
That armor...!
Berengar glared at the dwarf blacksmith, then stopped talking to him, turned around and pushed Lan into the chaotic crowd.
With the current level of crowding, if you take more than one step from the front of the stall, you will be buried in the crowd.
The two immediately escaped from the dwarf's sight.
"You're back? When? Why don't you say anything?"
Berengar said as he squeezed. There are many people and noises in the market, but it is possible to talk peacefully amidst the chaos.
"I just came back!" Lan En lowered his head and said, but despite the lively background sound, he had to shout. "I was just going to find you, but I bumped into you. What are you doing here?"
Berengar pinched his brow in pain and shouted with his eyes closed.
"There is a dwarf craftsman who quits his job and resigned."
"He is very skilled?" Lan En asked curiously.
"Technology? He's stupid! He's just a little more efficient, nothing else." Berengar snorted coldly, "The key is not technology, it's identity!"
"At this moment, I have just calmed down the people on both sides. As soon as he left, the elves, half-elves, dwarves, and halflings all became nervous again. They spread the word privately that the reason why I comforted people before was to make it easier for them to attack secretly! I'm going to **** it!"
The craftsmen of the inhuman race are afraid.
And judging from their current situation and the atmosphere in society, they have every reason to be afraid.
Once a person becomes afraid, no matter how high his IQ is, he will stop doing anything stupid, and he may do any stupid thing out of fear, just like an unstable powder keg.
"It's not a big deal. I can take him back today."
Berengar waved his hand and shook his head, as if it was not worth saying more.
"Really, it's not a big deal."
Lan En, on the other hand, now looked like he didn't care about the trouble in Berengar's mouth.
He walked with Belengar, but his face under the hood frowned, looking at a simple podium set up in the crowd.
"The key is that even Goss Velen is this kind of person now?"
"What?"
Belengar asked subconsciously in confusion, and then turned to follow Lan En's gaze.
On the simple podium made of a pile of wooden barrels, a guy with a shaved head, a bloated body, and a linen robe was climbing up.