The two humans walked through the numerous stalls, being careful not to damage anything on them.

The half-orc-looking goblins were greeting them warmly from both sides, handing over the plump fruits that seemed to be flowing with honey on golden plates, while some stood beside them enthusiastically holding steaming pots.

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The civet cat selling barbecue wanted to stuff the skewers over, and someone else persuaded them to go into the store to rest a little in the evening and have a delicious lunch.

Others tried to recommend the fragrant flowers in their hands to two people, and others hung beautiful lanterns high, showing the soft light and delicate paintings on them.

"Come and buy it!"

They chirped, their soft voices becoming higher and higher in pitch, looking at the two foreign guests together, and shouting in cheerful voices: "Come and buy!"

However, Rossetti just held Kitahara and Kaede's fingers tightly, without squinting or saying a word. There was a kind of sacred solemnity on his soft face, as if he could see the Virgin Mary when she was still a girl.

appearance.

"Don't look at them, don't be fooled by them, don't buy anything here - they all come with a price."

The nun warned like this, looking forward with her beautiful light golden eyes, alert to the numerous goblins around her as a protector, and listening to the endless whispers from "death" in her ears.

Just like back then, the transcendent held a lantern in her hand, driving away death on the dark battlefield, and protecting the painful and sad lives in the war - to this day, she still assumes this role of "protector"

"Identity, walking on a land where mystery has not completely disappeared.

She was a member of the Salesian order, a protector of children and young children, but she protected much more than that.

Kitahara and Kaede followed each other, without causing any trouble to the nun. They just glanced at these goblins who seemed to be overly "hospitable" from the corner of their eyes and frowned slightly.

Perhaps because he has been with various superpowers and fairies for a long time, he is also more sensitive to certain existences, and he has vaguely guessed the truth about these "foods" and "toys".

But I have to say that these goblins are well disguised, especially their looks which tend to be cute. They look dull and stupid, which makes it easy for people to relax their vigilance.

——If there is a Fulikong here, maybe what he buys is not a commodity, but a goblin...

"Why don't you eat it?"

A goblin with droopy rabbit ears jumped out and pointed at the fruit he was holding.

The black lindens in the basket glow with purple-black light under the light, as if soaked in warm golden water, with fresh dewdrops on them. They are large and plump, exuding a sweet smell.

It blinked its red eyes and made an innocent and soft voice: "Look, you can't find such delicious fruits anywhere else. Look at how delicious these plums are. You will be thirsty on the way."

How nice it is to have a taste of it!”

These cunning creatures gathered around, winking at each other and begging each other to buy the fruits. Some made beautiful flower crowns and decorations, some inlaid golden plates with beautiful jade stones, and some worked together to drag up the fruit.

The heavy dishes of fruit, some sang with their sweet and beautiful voices:

"Look, humans!

Attractive snake fruits and fragrant pears,

The huge citrus exudes a charming fragrance,

The grapes are dripping with fresh dew,

Its juice is as sweet as honey.

We only select the best among fresh and delicious cranberries,

The golden pineapple is like the balm of the sun.

You can even taste it before making up your mind,

We acknowledge that these may not satisfy you."

The colorful fruit plate was placed in the center, and the goblins blocked the entrance for humans to leave the market, surrounding them all. Their size was extremely small compared to humans, but they were not afraid at all.

Rossetti looked at these goblins, his beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, as if he did not think about these goblins.

People even dare to block here for the sake of trading.

"Is there any trouble?"

Beihara and Feng looked at their companions, held each other's pale and cold hand with their fingers, and asked in a low voice.

After he understood the truth behind the other party's fruits, he completely lost his affection for them, and now he would naturally not accept those fruits just because of this.

"No, no problem."

Rossetti loosened his grip on the long pathfinding stick in his hand slightly, then showed a smile and answered in the same low voice:

"I just...remembered some things from the past. Don't worry, their fighting power is not very good. If they really want to fight, it won't be impossible to solve them."

Kitahara and Kaede looked at each other worriedly: he was actually worried because the nun's mood was a bit unstable now, and she looked like she wanted to beat something up.

Has anyone you know experienced a similar incident?

The traveler recalled the tone of the other party's introduction, and suddenly thought of the "most precious thing" the other party said. He couldn't help but fell silent, but did not speak.

Let's wait until this matter is over.

The goblins around didn't know what thoughts were popping up in the minds of humans, but they eagerly came over, wanting to hold the hands of the two humans, and sang repeatedly:

"It's just that we no longer have any money to spend,

Only these fruits can give me something in return.

Come and buy it! Come and buy it!”

"But who knows what kind of nutrients your plants draw? And who knows what kind of soil you plant the fruit cores on?"

After they finished speaking, the nun suddenly spoke. Her voice was like the melodious call of a nightingale or a robin, with the beautiful tones of the moon. Her pair of light golden eyes calmly stared at the goblins in front of her:

"Besides, we don't have the gold and silver to pay for it, so why don't we get out of here."

"Miss, your eyes are the most beautiful gold."

A goblin who looked like a parrot shouted, as if he was not trying to hide himself at all: "And that gentleman's eyes are like gems, and the precious and beautiful necklace around his neck."

Beihara and Feng were stunned for a moment, subconsciously holding down the necklaces they had been wearing, and their eyes instantly became alert.

That necklace contained not only the orange-gold gemstones presented by Boccaccio in Florence, but also gemstone flowers from the flower tree in Paris: these were very precious to him, gifts from his friends.

The look in Rossetti's eyes became colder a little bit, and his fingers clenched slightly. But then, there was a brief commotion among the goblins, and it seemed that an owl-like goblin squeezed in, and carefully

Look at the nun.

"I know you, you bastard... so we won't sell you anything."

The owl-like Goblin said bitterly, its big, round eyes spinning back and forth in its sockets, and finally said dissatisfiedly: "Let's go!"

The goblins whispered among themselves in confusion, wondering why this old-looking goblin suddenly let the humans leave, but in the end they returned to their positions in despair and continued the fair that belonged to the fairies.

Rossetti looked at the goblin in silence, and finally gave a somewhat sarcastic smile. Finally, he walked in a straight line with an arrogant, almost solemn attitude, like some kind of silent oath.

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She walked past the bright lights that radiated among the trees, passed stalls selling all kinds of novelty items, and was surrounded by goblins, but no one tried to stop her.

Kitahara and Kaede, who were beside her, turned their heads and heard the owl goblin who seemed to be a little old cursing:

"What a bad luck! Meeting this guy who doesn't follow the rules!"

Don’t pay attention to rules?

The traveler raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, pretended not to care and passed by, and together they walked to the end of the forest where the lights faded and were illuminated by the moonlight.

The small town in the distance is hidden among the hills, and the stars and moonlight lie in the classical atmosphere of England.

In the small town of Lun, the fragrance of flowers, grass, leaves and trees in the distance rolled over with the wind, glowing with a faint white light under the moonlight.

Miss Rossetti watched silently, her light golden eyes reflecting the cold and tender starlight.

"I guess you must have something to ask me."

Rossetti took a deep breath of the fragrant air, turned his head, and suddenly laughed brightly.

Like a thin lily suddenly flowing with gleaming brilliance under the dazzling stars, vitality and joy returned to this woman who was no longer young.

Her voice was also very brisk, and she even blinked her eyes lively, as if she didn't care at all: "What do you want to hear? I actually don't care."

"I don't want to ask now."

The traveler raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him who was pale and thin, but whose light golden eyes were burning like stars. He seemed to have thought of something, sighed slightly, and then laughed: "That's it.

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It's never a good thing to expose someone's scars, and he's actually not a very curious person.

"...having a gentle personality is not a good thing when traveling alone, Mr. Traveler."

Rossetti was stunned for a moment, then suppressed the overly bright smile on his face and spoke softly.

However, Kitahara and Kaede just tugged on the soft knitted scarf around their necks, showed a somewhat embarrassed smile, dragged their luggage in their hands, and did not answer her words, but said in a very soft voice: "I just heard it.

Italian crickets are singing in the fields."

There are indeed crickets singing, a very soft serenade. On this day that has ushered in autumn, this little insect has not forgotten its great cause of music, playing its violin unhurriedly, and every syllable is like

It is the vibrating feathers of flying birds.

The two of them just listened quietly in the evening breeze, neither of them spoke first, just listening to the last song from summer, this gentle and rustling sound.
To be continued...