Chapter 331 Angel's Dream·No Money
"...Yes, that's the identity..."
"...Whatever you want, Conrad..."
The maids came to him again, this time two. Whether this was a dream or another world, Sanguinius knew both of them - after a battle with mutants, the tribal elders took in two orphan girls for him.
Sanguinius hopes that in this dream, he still wins every mutant battle.
They exchanged worried glances, then opened the box. "We know you don't like to wear such thick clothes, but all the other protective suits were bitten through by the bats in the storage room, Lord Sanguinius."
In the box lies a piece of clothing that is suitable for Sanguinius. It was something that was very unfamiliar to Les. It was not that he had never seen protective clothing before, but this one was thick and tight, with multiple layers, especially the respirator set, and even a small incense burner hung around the waist. This made Sanguinius a little bit unable to help laughing.
He barely squeezed into the slightly bulky clothing and felt the heavy shoulder straps holding the oxygen tube pressing on his shoulders. The last time he felt the same pressure was when his wings grew slightly faster than his body.
"Lord Sanguinius, where are you going today?" the maid asked curiously, "To the pure-blood meeting?"
"No, I just went to the meeting yesterday," Saint Gilles shook his head in his helmet, smiling as usual. Then he realized that the maid could not see his face, so he moved his facial muscles and made several expressions that he should not normally show.
"Then are you going to the temple?"
"No," Sanguinius shook his head even more violently. He had to straighten his helmet to ensure its sealing.
"Then..." the maid was a little confused, "Market? Recently, a new group of merchants came here to do business. It is said that there are many strange craftsmen inside, such as a leatherworker with very strange hobbies. He must be To add a lot of seams to the clothes he sews... He's so scary that we wouldn't dare tax him."
"I see," Sanguinius smiled, "that guy. !”
Sanguinius stepped out of the room, and the pain caused by radiation disappeared. He exhaled comfortably and walked out of the room bravely wearing a heavy protective suit.
Ten minutes later, Sanguinius hid under other people's shacks, sat on the ground against the wall, opened his helmet slightly, and fanned some air under his helmet.
He bet that the temperature inside his protective suit would definitely exceed forty degrees Celsius, and the extremely precious water resources in Baal were leaking out of Sanguinius's body in the form of sweat.
In some areas where water is extremely scarce, the tribes living there will not let go of any drop of recyclable water. They even rely on remnants of ancient technology and have developed the unfortunate custom of squeezing water from the bodies of their dead.
If those pure-blood tribes saw Sanguinius looking around here, and then secretly pouring out the sweat accumulated in his gloves and boots on the ground, I am afraid they would rush up and argue with their teeth and claws - even if he is a big man Angels are no exception.
Well, Sanguinius said silently in his mind, it seems this is the price of being mortal.
The angel moved forward slowly, following the shadows of various buildings. He knew where the market was, but he had never thought that it was that far away - under normal circumstances, all he needed was a few dozen seconds of flying with one wingbeat. But if you rely on walking, through the winding streets and over the undulations of the terrain, it is another matter entirely.
How did those water sellers rush to the market within half an hour when the mist dispersed in the early morning, and grabbed the best position - often at the entrance or center of the market, greeting The children helped set up the carts and tables, lined up a series of water glasses, poured the water in the water bags, and waited for the thirsty Baers to count the coins and complete the transaction?
This is a life that is both familiar and unfamiliar to Sanguinius. It was not part of the mortal journey he had imagined, but it certainly added to its richness. After sighing, Sanguinius was willing to accept.
He approached a stall, hoping that he could show his friendliness through body language and through the protective clothing.
"I want to know how you sell water here." Sanguinius asked. "It's quite hot. Is it cold water?"
"The filter here really has the function of keeping warm," said the middle-aged man selling water. Sanguinius also knew him. He knew many people among the civilians of Baal. "It's guaranteed to keep you cool. Lord Sanguinius, Why don't you try it? The water source is underground water in the desert. The process is a bit troublesome, but there is less radiation there. "It sounds like an adventure. Let's have a drink." Sanguinius said, giving up thinking about how he was recognized. "How's your income?"
"It depends on the weather and passenger flow. It's not bad recently. There are a new group of traveling merchants in the market, and the number of customers has also increased."< br>
Sanguinius lifted his helmet, brushed aside his sweaty blond hair, carefully picked up the cup and took a sip.
"I think you saved my life, this outfit is too hot."
"Hey, it's better than being exposed to radiation. All we can do is wrap it up with a cloth!" The water seller opened a sleeve, briefly showing his damaged skin, and then quickly covered it. "How about water?"
Sanguinius put down the cup and his helmet clicked shut. The water seller screws on the lid of the clay kettle.
"Thank you," he said, "Where will the new merchants here set up their stalls? In the middle of the market?"
"A little north in the middle, although they sell leather They all look weird, but the quality is pretty good. "
"Okay, I'll go check it out, friend." Sanguinius waved goodbye as he turned around. Before, the water seller had grabbed the small incense burner on his waist.
He looked back in confusion. "What's wrong?"
The water seller raised a hand and spread it out in front of Sanguinius.
"Sir," he said, "I'm sorry, this is not a business without capital, and there are relatives waiting for dinner at home, so let's see... can you pay? I'll give you a discount. Can you give me 50% for just one iron coin?”
Sanguinius was stunned on the spot. "When my wings grow back, can I give you a feather?" he said awkwardly.
"Take it." Another man came out from behind Sanguinius and threw two iron coins to the water seller.
Just by getting closer to this person, a chill suddenly came over me.
If placed in some dark abyss, it would be a harbinger of death, but this is scorching Baal.
Sanguinius took a step back, getting closer to the source of the cold air, and exhaled comfortably in his helmet.
Koz was so frightened by him that he took another step back.
Sanguinius turned back and stared at Conrad Curze, who was the same height as him, wearing a black, red and blue tattered cloak, with a pale face slightly reddened by the sun, through his helmet. Tilted his head: "Are you selling furs here, Conrad?"
Cozz sneered: "Otherwise, how can I pay the water bill for you, dear brother?"
"No, that's not what I want to say," the angel blinked, "I just want to ask, Have you not paid your taxes yet?”
(End of this chapter)