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Part 2 The Blue Storm The 18th Sulla Merchant

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    Mohadi tilted his head slightly and tapped his chin with one hand.  "What if I say no?" He paid attention to the other person's reaction.

    "Then you will die at the hands of the Angel of Entropy." Ellern frowned, as if he was a lecturer who saw a naughty student.  With a look of helplessness and heartache, "Other abandoned people will also be killed one by one. The Angel of Entropy will eventually catch up with me. This is inevitable, but Carly Jean and I will be the ones who stick to the end."

    And Carly Jean simply shrugged, "I knew you would answer like this. Because Rajat himself would say so."

    The psychic took a deep breath, "Do you think I will change my mind just to prove that I am different from him?"

    "So you just do what the original warlock would do." Carly Jean shrugged.  "No matter how much you deny it, your essence will eventually control you."

    The psychic did not continue to struggle with this eccentric woman, and turned to Ellerne.  "Okay, then let me meet this Angel of Entropy."

    Ellern was overjoyed, and even his calm thoughts showed a rare ripple.  Mohadi thought this was a good sign, at least it showed that his fluctuations in thinking were not fake.

    ¡°I thought you were going to reject us,¡± the scholar said to Mohadi.

    ¡°What I just said was ¡®what if¡¯ I said no.¡± The Psion replied.  "And I have made up my mind now. I really need any information about Tian Qin, and it doesn't matter if I delay it for a few days."

    "Besides," Mohadi looked at Carly Jean.  "Having her guess wrong is an added bonus."

    "You will not regret today's decision." Ellern said to the psion.  "We will make the necessary preparations immediately and then carry out the ceremony immediately."

    "You mean ritual?" Muhadi raised an eyebrow.  "You haven't mentioned that before."

    "The ritual of summoning the Angel of Entropy." Ellern, who always behaves like a scholar, explained.  "It's not easy to avoid it, but it's very easy to summon it. Since you agree to help, we don't have to waste time. Wouldn't it be great to do it here?"

    "It looks like you are well prepared." Mohadi commented.  "What are you going to do if I don't agree?"

    "Complete the ritual as usual." This time it was Carly Jean who answered the psychic warlock's question.  "But this time we will flee immediately after completing the ritual, and the summoned Angel of Entropy will be attracted to you In the end, you will still have to fight it, but then you will have no helpers around you."

    The psychic looked up and down at Carly Jean and the weird projections around her.  "You are more honest than I thought."

    "If you stay in contact with me for a long time, you will find that I am honest and trustworthy." This weird woman chuckled.  "We will be conducting the ceremony in another fortress soon. If you need to make any preparations, I suggest you do it now."

    "Thinking about it carefully, I am really interested in ancient relics in this world." The psychic admitted.  "I think a few hourglasses will be enough. Where should I find you after that?"

    "Don't worry," Ellern said calmly.  "We will find you."¡ª¡ª

    The bazaar in Kavana World is filled with all kinds of adventurers and antiquities hunters, which is an eye-opener.  Vendors selling stalls can be seen everywhere, and the more respectable shops also employ many clerks shouting at the door, "You must not miss it, my friend!" "All the relics sold here are guaranteed to be authentic!" "There is an adventurer shopping here.  We arrived at the Lost Artifact, and now we have gone to the border world to be a pasha!¡±

    There are also many people hanging shop signs on their bodies on the road, and they also play tricks from time to time to attract the attention of passers-by.  If someone showed the slightest bit of interest, they would step forward and hold the person accountable until they took him away.  Muhadi had to admit that in terms of their tricks, ten acrobats on Athas tied together could not compare.

    After walking less than half an hour, the psion saw all the races on Athas.  Atas tribesmen wearing turbans, sinister eyes, and desert robes.  They always wear scimitars and daggers on their waists, and they always look around vigilantly even when discussing business.  There are also muscular Muurs, most of whom wear open sleeveless shirts, and their bulging muscles are enough to make any man envious.

    Although there are elves and dwarves in other worlds, the differences between the races on Athas and their close relatives can be seen at a casual glance.  They move in a hurry, always wearing hoods to cover their pointed ears and other more obvious features.Demonic elven characteristics.  In fact, Muhadi heard that the elves in Atas often refer to the elves in other worlds as "Jabi'a-anas", which means knife-eared untouchables.  Because they don't wear headscarves, and they are sissy and like to show off, which simply tarnishes the Athas Elf Tribe's fearless reputation.

    Halfling merchants and even mantis mercenaries can be seen in this world.  The psion couldn't help feeling that these adventurers seemed to be everywhere, as if they were growing directly from the floor of a bar or opium den.

    When some Athasians saw the Psion, they seemed to notice something and stopped to whisper.  Mohadi's psychic powers could detect the confusion in these people's hearts, but he had no intention of revealing his identity, at least not here.  Therefore, he never took off the kerchief covering his face.

    But the proportion of Atas people in this world is less than one-tenth of that of other people.  People from all three religions and nine schools of thought across the multiverse seem to be flocking here to find a place to stay, and its natives are everywhere.

    ? ? Observing carefully, Muhadi discovered that the aboriginal races in this world are similar to humans. Except for a few differences in body shape and skin color, they can almost be regarded as a subspecies of Athas humans.  The entire multiverse seems to have such a strange characteristic. The races produced in different worlds are almost identical and have no reproductive isolation. At first glance, this seems to be a blatant mockery of the theory of evolution. I don¡¯t know how the Druid of the Starh Spencer School explains it.  of these issues.

    The psion extended his thinking tentacles, found the most luxurious tent in the Bazar and walked in.  Its owner spared no expense in using silver thread to embroider complicated patterns and passages from scriptures on the tent. There were many strange flags flying on the tent, some of which belonged to famous business families on Athas, and some of which he did not recognize.

    The largest of the flags has a pure black background, with two lines of signatures written in flying dragons and phoenixes on it, and a machete lying horizontally below.  The flag itself was unknown to the Psion, but the signature on it was familiar to him - the signature on it was Corwin, the prince of Ram City.

    The two Muir guards guarding the gate parted their spears and allowed the psion to pass.

    The space inside the tent seems larger than the outside, but there are not many guests here. Instead, there are a few adventurers begging a pot-bellied businessman to buy the relics they just found in this world.

    A middle-aged man who looked like a deacon walked towards the psychic. He smelled like peaches, was wearing a sand silk robe and a painted vest, and wore straw sandals made of some kind of spice plant. He smelled delicious.  "Welcome, your honorable lord," he said with a strong Athas accent, and he did not seem to be from Atas.  "We have all kinds of goods for you to appreciate, the rarest and rarest relics, the most powerful and incredible miracles, collections with thousands of years of history You see, our merchants here sell all kinds of goods  .I have a feeling you¡¯ll find what you¡¯re looking for here.¡±

    Muhadi did not answer immediately. His eyes glanced at the merchants in the tent. It seemed that each of them dealt in a specific product.

    The smile on the face of the man who came forward to greet him did not diminish at all, but when he saw that the psion seemed unmoved and only looked at the merchants and customers here, he still muttered in his heart.  Look at our products, he thought to himself, don't look at those people, we only sell goods, not people.

    The psychic looked at this man and asked: "I have noticed the good merchants and their stalls here, but I am a little curious, what are you selling here? You don't wear the emblem of any of these stalls.  Chapter or mark.¡±

    Not even his excellent cultivation could conceal the shock in that man's heart.  "I am the agent of the Iron Fund for the most noble and wealthy lord Corvin, the Emir of A-Hiranika and A-Tijana, the Pasha of Grastan and Badilstan, and the Holy Star.  At the service of the prince of New Ram in Athas.¡±

    "Then what are your responsibilities?" the psychic asked again.

    "Well," the man paused, surprised at the other person's ignorance.  "I am responsible for supervising the transactions and confirming the money transactions. Your Excellency."

    "Since the Great Crusade, more and more loot has been plundered from the worlds, and more and more treasures have been unearthed. As a result, including the Holy Star Atas, there is not enough money." This person continued to explain.  .  "Originally, there was a shortage of metals on the Holy Star. For the great conquest, all the idols and metal coins in the newly occupied world were melted down to forge swords and magic ships, so no one could afford to buy anything. And now the artifacts are too  There are a lot of goods. Some goods are worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Tyr gold coins. You can't carry them around to do business. So I simply omitted the payment link. Everyone recorded it at the Chamber of Commerce under the name of Kerwin Pasha.  Just take the account The specific operation is very complicated, but to put it simply, I amAccountable.  Otherwise, there are so many currencies in various worlds, which are difficult to identify and carry, and it will be impossible to do business.  Sir, you must have been on the front line of the Holy War. You haven't returned to the Holy Star Atas for a long time, and you don't even know this.  "

    Muhadi thought about it and realized that it was indeed reasonable. He had not thought of this before, but he was negligent.

    "That's right," said the psion.  "So who here sells Kavana's oldest antique in the world? It doesn't matter what the price is." Muhadi already had a vague plan in mind.

    "Over there, that businesswoman Jahanna specializes in selling antiques, some of which can be traced back to the second or third era of this world." After the introduction, the man suddenly warned.  "But beware, she hates the Athas."

    Muhadi was a little surprised, "Why, doesn't she look like an Athas?"

    "Yes, and so is her father." The middle-aged man who acted as the bookkeeper came closer and said in a low voice. The smell of perfume on his body became strong and intoxicating.  "It is said that her father used to be the most famous doctor on Athasbut he was ordered by the most noble and powerful Lord Fatima - the Khan of Khans and the chief of the believers - to gouge out his eyes and let him  He can no longer see. He plucked out his tongue so that he could no longer speak. Cut off his fingers so that he could no longer write. And used the most powerful psychic and mage curses to destroy his consciousness so that he could no longer write.  His mind was read. He couldn't even utter a single word even if he used magic to restore his body or kill a ghost. Then Lord Fatima rewarded him with a fortune that was unparalleled in the country, and his daughter moved here and used  With that money he started a successful business and hated the Athas with a passion."

    "Then Fatima why did you treat her father like this and then reward him with a large sum of money?" the psychic asked.  "What is the purpose of doing this?"

    "It is said that he was the one who delivered the baby of the most noble and powerful Lord Fatima. The situation at that time was so extraordinary that other doctors were helpless. Even the court wizards and psykers didn't know what to do. So,  He saw what Master Fatima looked like at that time." The bookkeeper said this, even he was shocked.  He waved his hand quickly.  "These are all speculations, and no one knows the specific reasons."

    ¡°It does sound excessive.¡± After hearing this, Muhadi was silent for a moment, and then commented.  "But like you said, this is just speculation."
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