Zombie King of Blood Race

Without stopping, without looking around, or even hesitating, Taft walked straight to the southwest corner of the market with the bag on his back. Obviously, he had already planned who to sell the things in the bag to.

Unlike most places in the market where people are crowded and crowded, the number of people here is a little less, but even so, it is still very lively here.

Stopping in front of a tent that looked very simple, Taft, who put down his bag, didn't enter the tent immediately, but looked up.

Soon outside the tent, among several men who were talking, he found the figure he was familiar with. Taft picked up his bag again and walked towards the man.

As soon as Taft approached, the men who were talking stopped. One of them, who looked a little chunky, greeted the others and walked towards Taft.

"Sir, what do you want to sell? No matter what I sell, I can give you a good price." Without contempt in his eyes because of Taft's shabby clothes, the short and fat man smiled and said.

"I want to sell some..." There was a pause at this point, and Taft looked around subconsciously.

Seeing Taft's expression, he knew that what he wanted to sell did not want to be known by others. The short and fat licensed dealer said clearly: "If you want, sir, we can go to trade in the tent."

Hearing this, there was a look of relief in his eyes, and Taft turned to look at Tausig.

Not interested in the smelly tent due to the piled up too many things, Tausig said flatly, "I'll wait for you outside."

At the moment when Taft turned his head, he followed Taft's eyes to look at Tausig, and a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the chunky licensed trader.

People like them have sharp eyes, but they are almost the same. Even if the clothes in front of him are ordinary or shabby, it is difficult to hide the aura of a superior person. How can such a person follow..., Thinking of this, I glanced at Taf Taking it off, the chunky licensed merchant felt even more suspicious.

This is so weird.

No matter how doubtful he was, he didn't show it. The short and fat dealer knew that curiosity was the most important thing in order to live a long life.

"This gentleman, please follow me." The short and fat licensed trader who just glanced away and turned his eyes back to Taft said with a smile.

It wasn't until Taft and the licensed trader disappeared in the tent that Fang turned his gaze back to the entrance of the tent, and a vague smile appeared on Tausig's lips.

Should he say that the other party is worthy of being a businessman? He is indeed very sensitive, and he can actually find out the danger he hides, but what interests him more is the other party's pursuit of advantages and avoidance of disadvantages.

This is really interesting.

Recalling the things in his hands, Tausig's lips smiled deeper.

He happened to need a businessman, one who was sensible and not too greedy.

After sorting out Tausig, he found that what he brought to this world was not just a necklace, a ring, and a pocket watch.

In addition to these three items, Tausig also found a pair of cufflinks and a belt. Although the leather of the belt was rotten, there was no problem with the belt buckle.

The most important thing is that the workmanship of these two things is very exquisite, and they must be able to buy a lot of money!

Taft didn't keep Taussig waiting long, and Taft and the chunky businessman came out of the tent. Looking at Taft's expression of joy that he couldn't hide no matter how patient he was, he knew what he had brought. Must have sold for a good price.

"Mr. Taft, if you have such a good thing again, don't forget me, I will definitely give you a good price." The chunky businessman said with a smile as he glanced at Tausig without showing any signs.

"Of course, of course, if I have such things again, I will never forget Mr. Pickett." Taft subconsciously touched the money bag hidden on his chest, and Taft said in a good mood.

"Then look forward to our next meeting." With the same smile, the chubby businessman——Picot, treated Taft as politely as he would a nobleman.

His polite appearance also made Taft feel better: "Okay, okay, see you next time."

After saying this, Taft saw Taussig waiting outside the tent, and strode towards him: "Your Excellency Taussig, I kept you waiting, let's go back!"

Your Excellency Taussig?

The other party was indeed a nobleman.

Hearing Taft's respectful title for Tausig, the chunky businessman—Picot quietly thought to himself.

He didn't speak, just nodded slightly to Taft, and Tausig took the lead to walk back.

After Taussig left, Taft followed suit.

At the same time, looking at their leaving backs, the chunky businessman Picot couldn't help but shudder.

The nobleman seemed to have just glanced at him!

Not only glanced at him, but also smiled at him!

Although the other party smiled very shallowly, the other party was indeed smiling at him!

But the other party just smiled at him, why did he feel like he was being targeted by a large carnivorous beast?

This must be his illusion!

It must be his illusion!

Unbeknownst to them after they left, the chunky businessman Picot was in a mess in the wind, and Taft, who could no longer hold back the smile on his lips, touched the money bag hidden on his chest again.

Ten shillings, that bag of jerky was sold for more than ten shillings, which was really a considerable income for him.

Ten shillings may not seem like much to us, just enough to buy two draft horses, but to a farmer in this day and age of the world it is a good income.

After all, farmers in this age of the world only earn a little over two pounds a year.

One pound = twenty shillings.

That said, Taft got a quarter of his annual income, which made him unhappy.

At least for a short period of time, he no longer has to worry about taxes and rents.

"Your Excellency Taussig, do you have anything you want? If you have something you want, you must tell me." A little distressed that the money he just got was about to be spent, Taft still asked Taussig.

In his opinion, the money spent will indeed make him feel distressed, but maybe he can get more.

He nodded to show that he knew it, but Tausig didn't buy anything, he just looked at him, which made Taft feel relieved and worried at the same time.

"Your Excellency Taussig, are you really not going to buy something?" Taft asked cautiously.

"No." Tausig shook his head and said with a retracted gaze and turned to look at Taft.

Compared with buying things, he is more interested in the prices of this world and this era, as well as these circulating items, so he can learn more about this world.

Hearing that Tausig refused, he was no longer as uneasy as before, and a look of sudden realization flashed in Taft's eyes.

That's right, how did he forget the identity of the great nobleman of His Excellency Taussig!

Your Excellency Taussig must not care about these things at all!

Thinking he understood why Tausig only looked but didn't buy, Taft stopped asking, but silently walked behind Tausig.

It took nearly half a day to walk around the market, watching the sky gradually darken, without Taft's reminder, Tausig walked back.

Because there was no stall, Tausig and the others came back early. Besides them, there were only two people left behind in the open space, and the two people who came back earlier than them.

After greeting the left-behind and those two people, he walked to the place where he was going to sleep at night. Taft, who had tidied up the sundries, chatted with the left-behind and those two people.

Like Taft, they chose to buy the goods from a licensed dealer. When they heard that the licensed dealer Taft had chosen offered a higher price, both of them regretted it.

Had I known, they would have gone with Taft.

While Taft and the others were chatting, the sky gradually darkened, and the open space that had seemed quite empty just now was in chaos, and the people with happy faces or gloomy eyes were not sorting out their own things, Just chatting leisurely like Taft and the others.

After working for a long time, the farmers headed by Taft have become accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early. Those who go to bed early and wake up early set up their stalls early.

Even though the night in summer is not cold, it always makes people feel wet. Fortunately, these days have been sunny. Looking at the red sun rising in the sky, everyone's faces are more or less pale. With a smile, they prefer this kind of sunny day to the cool rainy day.

The bright sun dispelled the darkness, and the market that had been quiet all night became noisy again, and there were many more people than yesterday.

"Your Excellency Taussig, are you going to continue shopping at the market today, or go to town with us?"

"In town?" Looking back at Taft, Tausig raised his eyebrows.

"The market will end tomorrow. Before the market ends, we plan to go to the church in the town."

Church?

It sounds more like medieval Europe here.

"Go to the church." Tausig readily agreed, deciding to see if the churches of this era in this world were the ones he was familiar with.

"Your Excellency Taussig, are you planning to go to church with us? Well, I'll inform them right away, that..., Your Excellency Taussig, please wait for a while, we will set off right away."

If it weren't for the fact that their village was too small and too remote, and no priests and priests were willing to come, how could there be no church in their village?

Alas, it is really embarrassing for His Excellency Taussig not to be able to go to church for so long.

Misunderstood that the reason why Tausig agreed so readily was because he couldn't wait to go to church, Taft sighed in his heart

Then he hastily summoned the crowd, telling them to prepare quickly, and then set off for the church.

Except for those who had already set up stalls and planned to go to the church on the last day, everyone who was free planned to go to the church today, so Tausig was not asked to wait long, and everyone who was ready rushed into the town.

It was very different from what Tausig imagined and what he had seen on TV. There were no stone-paved paths, and the land was completely exposed|exposed, and the dust was blown by the wind.

If the roads in the town did not surprise Tausig, then the houses in the town really surprised him.

It is not the kind of all-brick houses or all-stone houses that Tausig is familiar with. Most of them are wooden structures, densely packed together and connected to one side.

It was later that Tausig learned that in this era of the world, only rich people can afford stone houses, and ordinary people mostly live in such cramped wooden houses.

And different from later generations, there will be rich people's districts in every city. In this world and this era, the rich people live together with the common people. The only difference between them is the material of the houses.

what?

You say it's good and fair?

Oh, that's because you didn't take the nobility into account.