Chapter 656 9.80

Chapter 656 80

The next morning, when the brilliant light illuminated Constantinople again, the number of residents on the street was much less than on the first day of the celebration. Google Search Reading

The vendors on both sides were still working hard to sell the goods on the carts, and there were still sporadic stilt artists or hand-painted artists in the middle of the street offering performances for the passing merchants. But it is undeniable that after just three days, most of the tourists who poured into the city had dispersed.

There is no way to deal with this.

As time goes by, there will be more and more merchants who clear out their goods and tourists who spend all their silver coins. At the same time, there will be fewer and fewer valuable living things on the street vendors' trucks.

After the first three days of the most popular period, the only things left on the trucks were some goods that were picked by thousands of hands. If there is no discount, it is difficult to sell at the original price.

At this time, the most common sound on the street is the bargaining of the lower-class residents.

"I say, old man, it seems like you are visiting Constantinople for the first time!"

"Listen to my advice. Even though the King's Celebration will last for 10 days, there will be almost no one there after three days!"

"Look at the streets. Are there fewer tourists?"

"Even Romans cannot just wander around the city doing nothing every day. Bread and milk will not fall from the sky into the bowl. Most citizens will eventually return to their daily lives and work."

"Let me give you some consideration. You might as well give me all the half-cart of Arabic tea you produced. I will give you 7 silver coins so that you won't lose money."

"Otherwise, you have to spend money on food and hotels every day. If you don't sell them, you will have to keep them and you won't be able to sell them at this price in the end."

The old Arab man wrapped in a brown robe stood beside the carriage and bargained seriously. However, after much talk, the Arab vendor dressed in the same outfit as him only replied with one sentence.

"Boss Hash, are you still a human being?!"

"It's okay for others to cry poor, but your shop is almost extending from Crescent Street to River City! The whole city is spreading the news that you led a team into the northern continent and discovered the treasures left by the pharaoh.

You are probably richer than the princes in the palace now, and you are still coveting my three or five silver coins."

"How can the King of Salary have such a shameless believer like you? Aren't you afraid of falling into the hell of fire after death?"

"Hehehe" After being scolded loudly by the young businessman, Mohammed Hash scratched his scalp helplessly.

One of the disadvantages of living in this city is that news is transmitted too quickly.

Constantinople is a city made up of merchants. Relying on the new trade route and the friendship with Loki, the "King of Paris", old Hash almost instantly became the new hero of this city.

In just half a month, his deeds were passed on by word of mouth, and now various exaggerated versions have been born.

Old Hash's low-key life is gone forever. Now, even if he wants to enjoy the fun of bargaining, it has become almost impossible.

"Haha, the life of rich people is really boring"

Under the contemptuous eyes of the young businessman, he bought a small bag of medium-quality tobacco. Just after crushing it with his fingers and putting it into the pipe, he suddenly heard a dull cannon sound behind him.

"What is this sound?"

"It seems to be from the direction of the Colosseum!"

Old Hash shook his head slightly. The birthday celebration was on the third day. Almost all the remaining rich people in the city gathered in the Colosseum to watch the gladiatorial performance.

Especially today, there is a popular player who is unexpectedly participating.

"Haha, these gladiatorial lords are playing more and more. Today, they even set off cannons." Biting the pipe and looking around, when he was about to approach the torch in the hand of the hand-colored artist next to him, Old Hash froze in place in hesitation.

"That's not right."

"Mikhail III is also in the Colosseum. With the king present, who dares to use fireworks?"

This thought came to this, but it was too late.

A sharp whistle came from the horizon, accompanied by a dull "bang", and a huge bronze statue with a height of 3 meters fell from the sky and smashed into the center of the bluestone road in a bloody mist.

"Isn't this the bronze statue of the 'rebel' Spartacus!"

"This thing is decorated on the top corridor of the Colosseum. How could it fall into the 'River Market' four blocks away? Could it be..."

In surprise, the Roman citizens did not run away immediately but gathered together.

At this moment, dense artillery fire came again. Old Hash raised his head and found that this time it was not a bronze statue rising from the horizon, but half a wall!

"Ganna!

Run for your life!"

In panic, he grabbed the Roman citizens around him and threw them behind him. However, this did not help at all. More than a dozen dark figures flew out of the city wall, and the bricks and stones that had been condensed together exploded instantly.

Heavy marble fell from a height of 100 meters and directly smashed through the wooden houses around the river city. The Roman citizens running on the street were smashed into pieces of blood mist by the boulders before they could scream.

Old Hash immediately got under the carriage beside him, but immediately found that the two layers of wooden boards were completely useless.

The hard marble that fell from the sky easily penetrated the wooden boards on the carriage, piercing Old Hash's skin like a steel knife, and it really made a muffled sound like piercing rotten wood.

At this time, Old Hash had been promoted to "Man of Ashes", completely losing his mortal flesh and blood.

Forcibly removing the sharp stone pieces stuck by the bones, kicking the horse carcass away and crawling out from under the wreckage of the carriage, the originally noisy street has become dead silent.

In the ruins and limbs, several strange creatures with black bodies and wings on their backs stood in place.

Seeing Old Hash appear, they all pointed their blood-red eyes at him.

Haha, I didn’t expect there was still a living person here.

Brothers, draw your swords and kill him, let’s rush out of this city together!

The leader, who was nearly two meters tall, had just issued an order, and three figures followed. A Viking man fell from the sky holding a flaming axe and stood in front of Old Hash.