Chapter 43
2021-04-08
Chapter 43 Choice of gifts
“But I just don’t know what to choose, so I came to ask you, Annie.”
Hearing Annie’s answer, Fiona’s small, slender hand slightly rested on her forehead, showing a cute and distressed expression.
“The best gift is your heart, Miss Fiona.”
Annie bowed her head slightly, stroked her black hair, and answered in a gentle voice Fiona.
“However, hearts can’t be directly used as gifts.”
The little hands in pure white gloves kneaded the lace at the corners of the skirt, and Fiona stepped up with some dissatisfaction. Delicate silver open-toed sandals crackle on the bluestone pavement.
“Annie, give me some advice.”
“Your Excellency Anves must have no shortage of ordinary precious things. So, how about choosing something unique and creative? Like?”
The maid in casual clothes thought about it and gave a suggestion on the range of gifts.
She doesn’t want to interfere too much with Fiona’s choice, but with what she knows about her lady, she knows that if she doesn’t give a positive answer at this time, I’m afraid the lady will be unhappy.
“Well, that makes sense!”
After hearing Annie’s suggestion, Fiona’s eyes lit up and she determined the range of choices, and the difficulty of making choices would be much lower.
Walking along, the two approached the square on the side of the main block, where there are many stalls of mobile merchants.
Crowds of people gathered here, many of them silhouettes of aliens who came from afar.
There are professional adventurers who sell devil beast materials, metal ores, and relic items here, and there are also some countrymen who come to town to sell agricultural and sideline products.
Many buyers are negotiating fiercely with the stall owners, and the scene is very lively.
It was the first time for Fiona to come here. Everything around was very new to the girl.
Sorcerers in robes and high hats, mercenary squads in armor and weapons, nomadic scimitars from hot deserts, Barbarian Race warriors from the North, and occasionally You can see the silhouettes of rare elves and dwarves.
The girl curiously observed the people passing by, one moment at the brown squirrel on the shoulders of a mercenary, and the other at the pointed ears of a blonde female elf.
Fiona’s attention is drawn to a wandering middle-aged woman, who wears a plaid turban common to commoner women, a long yellow-and-white sackcloth dress, and a huge rattan basket slung over her right arm. Filled with fresh seasonal fruit.
At this time, she was attentively selling her goods to pedestrians in the square.
“Hello, what kind of fruit is this?”
Fiona walked up to the peasant woman and pointed to a bunch of pale green fruits the size of a ping-pong ball in the basket. Ask her politely.
“Hello, two beautiful young ladies. This is a wild fruit, a common fruit.”
Seeing someone asking, the peasant woman hurriedly turned her head with a smile on her face replied. His eyes seemed to inadvertently swept over the dresses on the two of them.
Although the style is simple, it is not ordinary linen if you look closely at the material.
The peasant woman guessed that she might have met a potential big customer, and the smile on her face couldn’t help but become more eager.
“This is the freshest wild mussels in Karlas. It was picked with dew in the early hours of the morning. Look at the greenness of the stem.
This fruit has a kind of The special fragrance, the taste is very refreshing, and it is also good for protecting the skin…”
The peasant woman enthusiastically introduced to the two of them, she knew how to sell to such customers.
They usually don’t know much about these ordinary fruits, but they pay great attention to their own appearance. As long as it is emphasized that it has the effect of nourishing the skin, they can often make them generous.
She doesn’t know how much the fruit has exactly. But most fruits have a little bit of skin care, don’t they?
“Really? Then get a bunch of these fruits.”
Fiona was a little curious and decided to buy a bunch to try.
“How much is the price?”
The person asking the price is Anne, and Fiona does not need to bring money when traveling. If you see something, just say something, and then Annie will come forward to pay.
“There are thirty-two pieces in this string, and each price is five Copper Coins. But if you buy the whole string together, you only need one Silver Coin and twenty Copper Coins.”
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The peasant woman quoted a price with a smile on her face.
Annie nodded, the price is reasonable, maybe a little more expensive. But today is traveling with her young lady, and she doesn’t want to appear preoccupied.
She took out a small pocket full of Silver Coins from her bosom, took out two of them and handed them to the peasant woman.
The peasant woman hurriedly wiped her hands on her sackcloth skirt, happily took the Silver Coin, and took out a large amount of copper in her old pocket.
She counted out eighty Copper Coins and handed it to Annie, and handed the bunch of fruits respectfully to Fiona.
She has been selling fruit here for a long time, and she has also drawn some rules. In this situation where one person asks and the other asks for the price and pays, usually the person who asks is the real person in charge.
After leaving the peasant woman, Fiona wanted to taste the fruit immediately, but her ladylike upbringing in elementary school reminded her not to eat on the street.
So the girl stopped, turned her head to look around, noticed a relatively quiet alley nearby, and walked over with great interest.
When the girl was about to enter the alley, three or four men nearby who were looking at merchandise, chatting, and loitering suddenly stopped and gathered towards the alley as if unintentionally.
Annie frowned half a level behind Fiona is just a few low-level professionals. She is confident that she can solve them all by herself, but she doesn’t want to disturb the young lady’s interest.
She secretly took out a silver white nameplate, injected a trace of spirit strength into it, and a strange wave suddenly spread out.
Fiona didn’t notice this little episode. After all, her experience was still shallow. At this time, she just walked into the narrow alley with some excitement.
Because it is located in the Queen’s neighborhood, the alley is not dirty and cold, but very clean.
The direct sunlight is blocked by the eaves, making the environment in the alley appear soft and elegant. The stone walls of the ash-gray on both sides are slightly wet, and green moss is climbing on them.
On the mottled stone pavement, some sparse vendors set up stalls here, selling some homemade small handicrafts.
Fiona walks to the wall of the alley and uses a ignore spell on herself. This can reduce one’s own sense of presence and make people subconsciously ignore the subject, but it has no effect on people with strong enough spirit strength.
After covering it up a bit, the girl’s slender hands in white gloves picked a light azure fruit, sniffed it lightly, and found that there was indeed a nice fragrance coming, which made her even more. Curious about how it tastes.
So, she condensed a small water ball, cleaned the surface of the fruit, and took a bite.
(End of this chapter)