Chapter 142: Gypsies
After locking the door, I walked onto the main street, feeling a little nervous as I watched the crowds of people passing by. It was the first time I had ventured out alone in this world since my transmigration, without Jayad’s company.
However, I reminded myself that I wasn’t a child anymore and could handle myself. Besides, I was now a witch, possessing three powerful offensive spells. To be honest, I wasn’t afraid of ordinary thugs.
The most crucial thing was that I also carried a formidable weapon – a police revolver, fully loaded and tucked away in the inner pocket of my cloak, close to my right hand, ready to be drawn at any moment.
My target was also a somewhat challenging place: Old Golden Tooth the Goblin’s shop, where fantasy materials were sold. I needed to prepare for my next stage of cultivation.
To converse with that female ghost, I needed the Spirit Communication Technique. Furthermore, I needed to learn the next witch’s spell, Demon’s Fire.
However, unlike Life Drain, both of these spells required Spellcasting Material. Demon’s Fire needed fuel or Sulfur, while Spirit Communication Technique required the Death Tree’s seed.
At the execution ground, the witch was naked, with nothing on her. The material she used to cast Demon’s Fire was likely ignited by fuel splashed onto the wood.
Those executioners probably never imagined that the fire, meant to burn the witch to death, would ultimately be used by her to escape.
My purpose for this trip was to purchase these two items, and incidentally, to gather some intelligence that required a bit of technical difficulty, something Jayad couldn’t obtain.
As I walked the streets, I was extremely cautious, using my hood to conceal my face, trying to blend in like an ordinary Little Girl and avoid attracting attention.
Fortunately, the atmosphere along the way felt normal. No one seemed particularly tense, nor did I see any Patrol officers. It was still the usual prosperous Cando City, suggesting the disturbance from that night had not led to a city-wide martial law.
Just as I was continuing on my way, I suddenly heard a commotion and heavy footsteps from behind. Pedestrians and vehicles alike parted to make way. I turned my head and saw a motorcade approaching on the road.
The motorcade consisted of vast, high-arched covered wagons, almost large enough to be mobile homes. The surfaces of each wagon were painted with incredibly fantastical colors, though it was difficult to discern what they depicted, exuding an air of mystery. These large wagons looked as though they had driven out of a fairy tale.
On the seats of these large wagons sat men dressed in brightly colored shepherd’s attire, with scimitars hanging at their waists. They wore large white hats adorned with feathers, making them particularly conspicuous.
And on the rear doors of the wagons sat several beautiful women, each as lovely as a celestial being. They had fiery figures, dark hair, and sun-kissed skin. They wore sheer, transparent purple dancing skirts that revealed large expanses of smooth, oil-slicked skin, their costumes brimming with exotic allure.
These colossal wagons were pulled by equally enormous beasts, creatures I had never seen before. They resembled enlarged hippos, standing three meters tall and over five meters long, with massive horns on their cheeks. Large cargo bags were strapped to their backs.
Everyone moved aside as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, allowing the motorcade to pass ostentatiously. However, many men couldn’t resist glancing at the beautiful women on the wagon platforms.
“Tsk! Gypsies, cursed by demons!” I heard someone beside me say with loathing.
Were these the Gypsies? It was said they originated in Persia, migrating from India and eventually arriving in Western Europe as a nomadic people. Unexpectedly, on my rare outing, I encountered them.
I moved to the side of the road, watching the motorcade pass. I also had a vague feeling that their direction seemed to be the same as mine.
Indeed, when I arrived at the market square, I found the motorcade parked in a corner. The giant beasts were resting nearby, and many Gypsies were dismantling their wagons, seemingly preparing to set up a temporary stage or tents.
Beside them, some Gypsies had already begun performing prematurely. One girl was dancing and twirling to the beat of a tambourine, a youth was performing knife swallowing, and a strong man was juggling fireballs.
I could see a Spiritual Light emanating from the one juggling fireballs. It wasn’t just a trick; it was genuine, albeit low-level, flame magic. This should be called a cantrip.
After drinking the Spirit Cat Potion, I could perceive many spiritual lights that were previously invisible to me. The world had become colorful. No wonder the memory warned against drinking too much at once; my vision must have turned into a rainbow palette.
The Witch’s Notes surprisingly didn’t mention this. Had the witch herself never refined the Spirit Cat Potion, or had she forgotten to write it down? Regardless, there was a pitfall.
Nearby, Gypsies were unloading large quantities of items from their wagons: dairy products, beef and mutton, as well as various exotic clothing and accessories. They were selling at cheap prices, and many people were gathered around, browsing.
Perhaps it was a rare opportunity to buy foreign goods that piqued everyone’s interest. Even if they didn’t buy anything, it was good to broaden their horizons. I also had some money on me, so I approached to take a look.
However, before I could properly examine these goods, an alluring scent reached me from the side. I saw several strong men, each carrying two cloth bags, walking down. Blood seemed to be seeping from the bottom of the bags.
They walked over to a stall and opened them. Inside were countless beast skins, as well as all sorts of strange skulls and antlers. Most prominent among them was a bundle of huge, pure white teeth.
“African elephant ivory, mammoth ivory, thunder beast tusks, razor beast tusks! Come and see!” the Gypsy shouted loudly. A large crowd quickly gathered around.
The price for these wild beast materials was significantly higher than the foreign goods sold earlier, quoted in silver coins and even gold coins. This immediately caused many commoners to lose interest.
But this didn’t mean these items wouldn’t sell. After the commoners left, the area around the stall was filled with elegantly dressed gentlemen and Adventurers clad in leather armor and carrying weapons. They were buying enthusiastically and without any bargaining.
The best-selling items were the beast skins and giant teeth. I also discovered why these items were so attractive to me – they all emanated wisps of magic, signifying they were extraordinary materials.
This piqued my interest. I moved closer to see if there was anything suitable for me. Coincidentally, someone beside me took out a small bag and poured out a collection of small handicraft items.
These included conch shells shaped like horns, beautiful feathers seemingly sealed in Glass Beads, and bone carvings made from carved bones.
As he poured out these items, a sudden burst of light blinded my eyes. It was truly like sunlight breaking through dark clouds, startling me and preventing me from opening my eyes.
After I blinked, the light subsided. What could be so dazzling?
At that moment, someone beside me asked about the price of these items. The Gypsy replied, “Ten silver coins each.”
“Ten silver coins?! These are just decorations. How can they be worth ten silver coins?!” the customer exclaimed in surprise.
“What do you know? These are materials taken from magical beasts. This conch can summon schools of fish when blown, these are accessories made from Pegasus feathers, and the material for these bone carvings is dragon bone,” the Gypsy said dismissively.
Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a leather coat, with two swords on his back and a face weathered by wind and frost, spoke up, “Come on, stop bragging. These are just ordinary magical beast materials. They’re not worth ten silver coins.”
