It was in front of her that Surdak turned his head and asked her, "Can this magic array table lamp magic array be slightly changed, such as carving narrower magic metal?"

"I can answer this question. Please wait a moment. I’ll ask the manager of our store." The salesgirl said with a straight face.
She felt that Surdak didn’t really want to buy a wall lamp. She felt that her expression had just gone in vain and she turned away with a depressed face.
It wasn’t long before a store manager came quickly and the salesgirl didn’t appear in front of Surdak again.
The manager seemed to have some psychological preparations and asked Surdak, "Mr. Knight, do you have any questions to answer?"
Surdak repeated the question just now, and the manager’s eyes lit up after listening carefully.
Then he asked Surdak, "Are you ready to customize magic lamps? We accept this custom order, but you need to give me the base style of the lamp, or in detail, our shop will customize a base, and then ask the inscription master to draw the specially designed magic pattern array. This custom magic lamp costs a little more, and the production cycle should cater to the inscription master as much as possible. It is conservatively estimated that it will take at least half a year to customize such a wall lamp. "
"Half a year is a little long … I’m prepared for the style of lamps." Surdak frowned and said, "I hope I can consult the inscription master face to face before drawing the magic pattern!"
"I’m sorry I gave you the information of the inscription master in the shop," said the manager of the lamp shop to Surdak warily.
Walking out of the biggest magic lamp shop in Hailansa, Surdak rubbed his forehead. He didn’t expect that the custom enchanted twilight weapon would be completely ruined without even talking about the price.
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The snow in the main street of Hailansa City has been cleared. Magic caravan streets are unblocked, and there are few pedestrians on both sides of the street. Sur Dacla strolls around Natasha’s street. The layout of this mountain city is very compact and the terrain is gradually increasing from north to south. The square in front of the city hall can almost see the whole city. The roof is covered with a thick layer of snow, but it is full of winter breath.
Natasha has never had a leisurely stroll on the streets of the city. She pulls her scarf to cover her face. Her eyes are full of longing for the city. She will secretly look at the attic buildings on both sides of the street and guess what people are doing in the window at the moment or there is delicious roast chicken in the restaurant. Housewives are cooking delicious mushroom soup in winter. There must be a lot of leisure time.
She squinted and looked up at the blue sky and the dazzling sun, chasing a group of white pigeons away.
There was a burst of smell of fried fish in the street. Natasha was curious about what food could be made so fragrant. Looking in the direction where the smell floated, she saw a stall car parked at the street corner. At the moment, the stall owner was throwing yellow croaker wrapped in batter into the oil pan.
Surdak smiled and asked Natasha, "Have you ever eaten fried fish?"
Natasha shook her head gently, and Surdak took Natasha and said to her, "I heard that this is from the elf world, and the food tastes good."
The stall owner is an old man with a gray beard, wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a leather apron. The beard is neatly trimmed. The wooden clip next to the big iron bucket is going into the oil pan, and there are several guests waiting to buy fried fish next to the fish. The stall owner looks very humorous while frying fish and chatting with regular customers.
Seeing Surdak and Natasha coming over and stretching their eyebrows, they asked Surdak, "What can I do for you, knight?"
"Two fried rat tails are fried a little bit!" Surdak saw a few yellow croaker rolling in the oil pan, which was not bad, so he chose two.
"Good!" As soon as the stall owner promised, he took out two pickled rat tails from the plate and skillfully wrapped them in batter and slid them into the oil pan.
Natasha stared at the stall owner and seemed to want to keep every step firmly in mind. Seeing that Natasha was curious about frying fish, the stall owner enthusiastically told her how to marinate fish. Natasha had never heard of spices such as nutmeg, rosemary and pepper, but she still remembered them.
Surdak looked around and saw many people gathered in the alley not far from the street, and looked curiously at them.
"There’s a flea market over there that wants to find some cheap second-hand goods. It’s definitely a good choice to go there," he said, patting his thigh and showing his boots to Surdak. "This pair of suede boots was bought from a poor northern drunkard and has not faded for three years."
A regular customer next to him said to the stall owner with a smile, "Hey, old Sam, this is the first time I’ve seen you recommend a flea market to your guests. It seems that I have to talk to those people in the market so that they can come to your fish stall more often."
The stall owner named Sam laughed and said optimistically, "Hey, hey, it’s so snowy that the flea market hasn’t been opened these days. I just don’t lose anything by saying it casually."
Soon the fish was fried.
The stall owner put the fried fish in a paper bag, and Surdak paid fifteen coppers. Surdak didn’t want to eat fried fish against the cold wind. Thinking that the lane over there was fairly sheltered from the wind, he took Natasha and continued to walk into the lane. The two men sat in the sun by a stone wall, eating crispy rat tails and smiling at each other.
Looking at the noisy second-hand market in the distance, Surdak said to Natasha, "Why don’t we go there too?"
Chapter 42 Dust Holy Light Torch
Walking into this second-hand market lane, Surdak feels stared at by a few pairs of eyes in the dark. There is no doubt that those greedy eyes should be thieves here, but the second-hand market cannot do without these thieves because their stolen goods are one of the best-selling parts of the second-hand market.
Surdak looked around and found that in addition to the stall owner at the entrance, there were several homeless people lying in the sunny place on the street. Their boards had been rubbed dark and the texture was full of oil stains.
On both sides of the lane, there are some stall things that look dazzling, such as iron pots, candlesticks, old clothes, purses, boots, etc. In addition, there are some things that Surdak can’t recognize, and of course, they are not finished. Some earthenware pots look new together, but many stall owners look like dishes. They try their best to put their stalls on the north side of the lane so that they can enjoy the warm sunshine by sitting against the wall.
Most of the people coming and going in this narrow lane are sallow and emaciated poor people, some of whom are dressed in linen autumn clothes and covered with a piece of broken hemp, which can barely resist the cold wind.
Some people still have some secondhand goods under their ribs. It seems that they want to sell these things and change some living materials.
"Would you like a pipe, my Lord knight?" A dirty kid approached Surdak with a broken hat in his hand, and there were some rough carved oak pipes in it. Not only were there no exquisite carved patterns, but the knife marks of the jade cigarette holder pipe were not completely polished, which looked rough.
Surdak shook his head slightly.
The big boy looked disappointed and was ready to find a buyer. He was holding a broken hat, his back was covered with frostbite, and he was wearing a suit that didn’t fit well. His feet and ankles were exposed.
Natasha reached out and took out an oak pipe from the broken hat and gently asked the big boy, "How much is this pipe?"
The big boy stole a look at the novel "Five Coppers" by biting his lip and lowering his head in the alley bakery.
Natasha carefully dug out the hat and looked the most decent. Then she pulled out a handful of copper coins from her purse and counted them out. Five enlarged children smiled in their hands and said, "Go!"
The big boy got the copper coin and ran to the bakery that didn’t look big. Soon he came out of the bakery with a cloth bag, and the cloth bag was bulging and hot. The big boy walked out of the flea market happily, and his footsteps looked so flamboyant.
"How can five coppers buy so much bread?" asked Natasha in front of a booth selling wooden frames in Surdak.
Natasha carefully put the remaining copper coins back into her purse, squinting and saying, "Maybe he is short of five copper coins, maybe there are chestnut and rice miscellaneous food cakes in his pocket, who knows …"
She took Surdak’s arm and didn’t look back at the big boy. The smile in her eyes was even worse
The two of them walked along the narrow lane. Obviously, Natasha looked much more relaxed in this lane. After what looked like a grocery store, she saw several colorful balls hanging on the eaves outside the shop. She reached for the ball and pinched it. She smiled at Surdak. "Remember that I wanted to have one like this when I was a child. I want to buy a ball for little Peter, okay?"
"Good!" Surdak pointed to the ball dyed scarlet and said to Natasha, "This is very good."
Natasha readily took the ball out of the net pocket, and no shopkeeper came out of the door of the second-hand shop for so long. The light in the second-hand shop was a little dim, and Surdak saw that the shopkeeper was dozing off in front of the door counter and didn’t wake him up immediately. He casually looked at the second-hand shop and found that the goods inside were much better than those outside.
There are still some old armor and shields hanging in the shop. Although they have been renovated, they are coated with a layer of animal fat and have been carefully rusted. Suldak saw a shield that looked like a tile from a row of shields on the wall. The surface of the shield was printed with hill relief. Suldak reached out and touched the relief pattern, which seemed to be directly stamped when forging the shield.
He coughed lightly, and the shopkeeper who was dozing off on a high footstool was shaking all over. He woke up from his sleep and saw two guests in the store, so he reached out and rubbed his face twice.
Surdak turned and pointed to the heavy shield on the wall and asked the shopkeeper, "What is this?"
The shopkeeper picked up the counter cup and drank saliva before he said to Surdak slowly, "Dwarf Tower Shield. I went to the Dwarf Country with the caravan and came back with several weapons. Now this shield is left!"
When the shopkeeper saw a painting by Surdak, he was very interested. He said indifferently, "Knight, it is very heavy. Even a heavy shield soldier has a hard time picking it up. Obviously, he is not suitable for you. You must not only have enough strength, but also have a good horse!"
After that, the shopkeeper came to Surdak’s side. Surdak found that the shopkeeper was a head taller than him and his body was big enough to hold him. He glanced at his chest and said directly, "There is no need to buy another shield after the guard camp weapon is excellent in quality. If you just look at what armor you want to know, you can ask me."
Surdak saw a knight helmet with a mask hanging on the wall, but a bunch of white feathers like dog tail grass stood on the top of the helmet, and the forehead was engraved with a pattern like a balance. Obviously, this is a very delicate knight helmet, and silver plating can be seen where it has not faded.
"This is the helmet worn by the battle gods in the temple. Now they have left the city of Hailanza and these things have stayed …" The shopkeeper casually said.
Surdak can imagine that a thief in the city must have sent this helmet here. Unexpectedly, this is still a place where thieves sell stolen goods. His eyes fell on the counter tablecloth. This tablecloth turned out to be a silk texture, which was a little hairy and embroidered with silver thread. Surdak finally remembered this pattern. I have seen it on the outside wall of the temple that has been closed for a long time in the city.