Chapter 632: The Second National Exploration, the Old Militiaman's Achilles' Heel

"Hey! It's really evil!"

The market is bustling and the sunshine is warm. Day Rat sat cross-legged on the ground and stared blankly at Priest Tomat walking away before coming back to his senses. He shivered violently, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"No! I am a stone rat, not a day rat. What happened to me just now? It must be the priest's spell!"

Stone Rat frowned, his face changing from blue to red. Then, he stretched out his hand and took out three gems from his arms. He looked at them greedily for a while and smiled from ear to ear.

"Haha, three gems! Praise the Lord God! He gave me gems! Huh?!"

Shi Shu prayed casually and quickly came to his senses. His face turned blue again, and he covered his mouth in fear.

"Well, that Lord Carrot God isn't really looking at me, is he? Otherwise, I'll just call him Sun Rat! It's worth exchanging one name for three gems!"

The day rat murmured, his head was in great confusion. Inexplicably, he remembered what Priest Thomas had said, and his mind was shaken.

"Will the Lord God grant me light? No matter what my background is, no matter what bad things I have done? As long as I convert to the right path. Damn it, damn it, what an evil priest!"

After a while, the day rat made a "pop" sound and slapped himself hard, knocking out the spell left by the priest just now. Then, he looked around for a while, and when no one was paying attention, he suddenly took out an exquisite and simple stone mirror from his arms!

This exquisite stone mirror is the same as the previous one, with divine patterns engraved in the center, cinnabar red permeating the edges, and gold plated patterns on the surface. Under the sun, the exquisite stone mirror sparkles slightly. At a glance, you can tell its extraordinary origin and precious value!

Day Rat quietly placed the exquisite stone mirror in the corner of a large pile of ancient mirrors. He thought for a while and covered half of it with other ancient mirrors, leaving only a vermilion and gilded corner. Then, with a smile on his face and his eyes rolling, he waited for the next big fish to "know the goods".

"When this side is sold out, I have to go find that mysterious corn man and make a few more dug-out ancient mirrors. After all, without a little bit of red, a little gold plating, or some divine patterns engraved on it, how can it be shown? The divinity and preciousness of antiquities?”

During the day, the mouse's thoughts are spinning, and his thoughts are far away. He looked to the left and right again, and the bald Maya who was standing next to him just now was also far away now.

"At first glance, the man was also a rich man. He also had an old servant carrying a spear and two male servants carrying things. The corn merchants have always been smarter and are not as easy to deceive the Lord God's blessings as the plateau merchants!"

There is a bustling crowd and vendors selling their goods. Mayan businessman Ti Carlo wore a blue robe and walked into the market casually. Chihuaco, an old militiaman, walked beside him, carrying a spear. Behind him, there were two oil bottles, the young apprentice Dark Snake, and the young sailor Didi.

".This old guy."

With the corner of his eye, Tikalo glanced at the old militiamen who were following him intentionally or unintentionally, and he really felt a toothache. He pondered for a moment, then walked towards another busy area of ​​the market with a faint smile. As expected, Chihuaco turned in the same direction and followed him clearly.

This busy area seems to be a place dedicated to selling antiques. Hundreds of vendors sit on the ground, selling ancient "gods" obtained from various ruins. The apprentice Dark Snake had not walked a few steps when he heard a cry in Nahua language, similar to the accent of the Tlaxcala people.

"Selling divine objects, selling divine objects! The sacred sculptures of the first ancient city! The small sculptures of warriors can make you a powerful warrior, and the small sculptures of priests can allow you to gain enlightenment from priests."

A middle-aged street vendor's eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at the people walking by. He shouted loudly, looked at the dark snake, and offered to sell.

"This little priest apprentice, do you want to buy a priest sculpture? Hundreds of years ago, a distinguished tribal priest leader obtained it from the first ancient city and carried it with him for fifty years! When he was dying, he A lifetime of knowledge and magic has been poured into the sculpture, waiting for the next successor."

Upon hearing the greeting, apprentice Dark Snake stopped. He glanced at the small sculpture of the priest and then looked away. Then, his eyes rested on a warrior sculpture carved from black rock. The warrior was holding a bow and arrow, with a black snake surrounding his feet. His expression was simple and serious, and his body was coated with gold powder, flashing with the light of respect.

"Samurai. Black snake god descendant?"

Seeing this exquisite warrior sculpture, apprentice Dark Snake could no longer look away. Deep nostalgia appeared on his face, and there was inexplicable sadness in the nostalgia. He just stood there in a daze, looking at the warrior sculpture, with longing in his eyes.

"How much is it?"

Seeing the expression on his apprentice Dark Snake's face, the middle-aged vendor's expression perked up and his smile became more kind.

"Oh! This, this warrior sculpture is the portable sculpture of the Black Snake Warrior, the most powerful warrior of the coastal tribe a hundred years ago! He carried it with him for forty years and participated in four hundred battles. This You will gain experience from four hundred battles if you build a statue.”

"As long as you wear it, you can continue to absorb the combat experience of the Black Snake Warrior, gain his courage and divinity, and eventually become a powerful and fearless warrior! By the way, what will you exchange for it?"

"I have...a gem."

Dark Snake pursed his lips, carefully took out a gem from his arms. When he landed, the old militiamen gave him all his wealth. Then, he asked curiously.

"Does the seaside tribe also have a great warrior named Black Snake?"

"Oh, it's a gem!"

The middle-aged street vendor's eyes flashed. He looked at the dark snake carefully and said with a smile.

"Of course! The Black Snake Warrior is a famous seaside warrior who even defeated the most outstanding Eagle Warrior of the Aztecs! As long as you have this sculpture, you will be stronger than the powerful Eagle Warrior!"

"Ah! Defeat the Eagle Warrior!"

Hearing this, Dark Snake's eyes suddenly lit up, and Diddy next to him also showed yearning. Dark Snake stretched out his hand eagerly, handed the gem to the middle-aged vendor, and asked.

"Then, let's change!"

"Haha!"

The middle-aged vendor grinned, sure of it. He picked up the quail egg-sized gem and weighed it, then shook his head with a smile.

"No! Such a divine object is worth five gems!"

"Ah? I only have one gem, can you... give it a cheaper price?"

"No!"

No matter what Dark Snake said, the middle-aged vendor just shook his head, very sure. However, seeing that the other party really had no money, he smiled and reminded.

"Little priest, were you alone when you came?"

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Dark Snake pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. After a moment, he took two cautious steps and tugged at the clothes of the old militiaman Chihuaco. The old militiaman always looked in the direction of the Mayan merchant, paying attention to his every move.

"Hmm? Dark Snake?"

"Old man Chihuaco, I want that"

After a moment, Chihuaco, dressed in militia uniform, frowned, looked at the small gilded stone sculpture on the ground, and then looked at the middle-aged vendor who was facing a great enemy, and asked in a deep voice.

"Just this, five gems?"

".This is the sacred object of the First Ancient City, the sculpture of the god of war carried by the Black Snake Warrior, which has a powerful divinity!"

The middle-aged vendor looked at the plainly dressed old militiaman opposite, straightened his back, and prepared for a big battle.

"Ha! You, you sell cloth without a ruler, you touch a turkey blindly, you talk nonsense!"

Chivaco straightened his body, stared, looked down at the middle-aged vendor sitting on the ground, and shouted.

"What's the point of fooling a doll? What divinity or not? It all depends on your mouth. What god of war or not? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning! This is just a stone sculpture, plated with a pinch of gold powder, and there are gems everywhere. Who else do you want to fool?"

". You are the one who fools people. Nonsense!. This must be a divine object!"

The middle-aged vendor's forehead was sweating. The person opposite him was a wise man, and his voice was loud. Seeing that some people gradually gathered to watch the fun, the middle-aged vendor whispered.

"At most, I'll give you one gem. I'll sell you four gems."

"Four? A sculpture picked up from somewhere, found a craftsman, plated it with some gold powder, and carved a snake, and it can be pretended to be a divine object? Such a divine object, four gems, I can make you ten!"

"Uh"

The middle-aged vendor was sweating. Could this be a colleague from somewhere, who came to mess up the place? He gritted his teeth, looked at the growing crowd, and whispered.

"The gods are in the sky, friends are on the earth, and fate will not block all roads! My friend, don't shout anymore, I'll sell you three gems!"

The two were arguing. Ticarlo raised his mouth and immediately quickened his pace. His steps were leisurely and his movements seemed slow, but in a short while, he would disappear at the edge of this busy area.

"Hmm?"

Chihuaco seemed to have sensed something, looked in the direction of the bald Mayan merchant, and immediately frowned.

"No, let's go!"

After saying that, he was about to pull the eager-eyed Dark Snake and the obedient Didi to chase the Mayan merchant.

"Hey, hey! My friend! I'll sell you two gems, just two!"

The middle-aged vendor stood up and chased after him, shouting. But Chivaco didn't stop and walked away quickly. Seeing no hope, the middle-aged vendor cursed angrily.

"You stingy old man! Your son wants it so much, but you don't even want to pay for half a sunflower seed! Ha! It's really unlucky to be your son!"

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Hearing this, Chivaco suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes, and stood still. After a few breaths, he took off the bronze spear behind his back with an expressionless face and walked towards the middle-aged vendor. In the other party's vigilant and fearful eyes, the old militia threw down two gems. Then, he leaned over and picked up the exquisite small sculpture of the black snake warrior and handed it to the expectant dark snake.

"Yours. Take it!"

"Ah! Thank you, Dad."

The dark snake held the sculpture, looked at the face of the warrior on it, and stroked the black snake pattern, very happy.

Then, Chivaco leaned down again, picked up an ordinary little warrior sculpture, and handed it to Diddy, who was following behind with an envious look on his face.

"This is yours."

"Ah? This captain. I..."

"Take it!"

Diddy was at a loss, but still stretched out his hands, holding the ordinary little warrior sculpture, as if holding a treasure he had never seen before. The emblem of the main god on his forehead, reflecting the light of the sun, seemed to bring warmth again.

"Hey? My friend, you haven't paid for this sculpture yet!"

"This is a bonus! Say another word, I'll kill you!"

Chivaco turned his head, raised the corners of his wrinkled eyes, and his face was ruthless, which was rarely seen. His eyes were deep and cold. He stared at the silent vendor for a while, and then left with two young men who were eager to become warriors.