HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 441 Night Market

It was still early before the night market opened, so they decided to stroll around to pass the time.

Heimdall couldn't understand famous paintings, and he didn't study ancient buildings. Classical music was a lullaby to his ears.

Victor knew several of his hobbies like the back of his hand, as well as the things he wasn't interested in.

Later, they visited the Chocolate Museum together.

Learn about the history of chocolate, and see the production process of chocolate candy, ordinary chocolate, hollow chocolate figures and chocolate bars. Under the instigation of Heimdall, Victor personally went into battle and experienced a handful of chocolate making.

Seeing that Heimdall was very happy, the staff in the museum suggested that he try it too. Heimdall politely refused. When they left, the staff introduced them to a restaurant near the Half Moon Brewery to try the famous local chocolate. meal.

The two had lunch in this restaurant, and it didn't feel as sweet and greasy as imagined. Heimdall felt that he had eaten a whole year's worth of chocolate.

Satisfied with food and drink, Heimdall decided to reciprocate, and insisted on visiting famous attractions such as the City Hall and the Church of Our Lady.

The City Hall of Bruges was built in [-] and is said to be one of the oldest city halls in the Low Countries. As the ruling center of Bruges, it has existed for more than [-] years.

Victor looked around with great interest, he could take a look at everything, and he could study a chair for a long time.

Unlike her boyfriend, who is an expert who looks at the door, Heimdall, a super amateur who is ignorant and ignorant, can't even see the excitement.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard Victor introduce that the building was more than 600 years old, and I couldn't help but "wow"; facing the magnificent Gothic hall on the second floor, I said "wow" again in my heart; when I saw the complete preservation When I saw the [-]th-century wooden painted vault, I was amazed at the exquisitely crafted and colorful vault, and said "wow" for the third time.

His visit to the city hall came to an end with the third sound.

After Heimdall went back, he recalled this visit and planned to figure out a different experience, but found that he couldn't remember anything except "wow" "wow" and "wow".

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The dinner was hosted by Leon's relatives, an authentic Western European meal, so delicate that it hurts.Knives and forks are used, napkins are hung on the chest, and dining etiquette is especially important. Everyone eats hard to avoid the urge to chat.There are quite a lot of dishes on the table, but each dish has very little material.

The quail was so tender and refreshing that it was gone in two bites, and Heimdall stared at the empty plate with tears streaming down his face.

After eating this meal, I felt a bit uncomfortable in my stomach, and even Leon looked disheveled.Victor is calm and composed. He has learned the so-called elegant Western European life from his grandmother since he was a child, and he is used to eating slowly with his throat closed.

Leon took them to bid farewell to their enthusiastic relatives in a hurry, turned left and right on the street for a long time, and finally turned into a dead end.

At the end of the dead alley sat a man who looked like a homeless man, wearing a fedora hat on his head, his body was tightly wrapped by a large cloak, and a large cloth bag was hanging on his chest, with the mouth of the bag open—it looked like a shallow cloth bag from the outside. , but you can't see the bottom at a glance, and you can't see what's inside.

The homeless man leaned against the khaki-colored brick wall, dozing off little by little.

The black cast iron sconces on the wall are dimly lit, and the silhouettes of the cumbersome convex decorations on the building are vaguely reflected.There is a newly knotted spider web on the U-shaped lamp stand connecting the lamp and the wall. The wall beside the lamp stand is painted with various colors of paint, and the colorful paint is splashed all over the wall, so-called street art.

The three walked into a dead end, and a series of vague ravings came out of the homeless man's mouth.

Leon hesitated for a moment, threw a silver Sickle into the cloth bag, and continued to walk in.When Heimdall and Victor were about to follow up, the homeless man with his head drooping suddenly said clearly, "One Sickle per person."

Heimdall touched his nose and was about to take out the money when Victor had already dropped two silver Sickles.

The tramp was no more.

At the bottom of the dead end, they saw the door key leading to the night market and broke a large hole in the suitcase.

The three of them were taken to a brand new location by the Portkey, and Leon couldn't tell where it was, anyway, it was said to be very hidden.The number of door keys corresponding to each location is extremely limited, and the wizards who are responsible for guarding the door keys have no rules to follow, and they are all clairvoyant and quick-witted.

Even so, Heimdall still believed that the background of this night market was strong, and if he dared to arrange the portkeys so blatantly, if he hadn't "communicated" in advance, the local Ministry of Magic would never ignore it.

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The building in front of them was old and brown. They raised their eyes and glanced around. The windows were nailed to death by wooden boards, and the outer walls were covered with graffiti.

The double doors of the building have been sealed with chains and padlocks, and the glass inlaid on the door is full of cracks, and the loose glass is precarious in the gusts of wind.

The building guard waiting at the door was dressed very similarly to the colleague in the dead end, with a dirty woolen hat and a robe hanging on his body like a bed sheet, with his chest folded and his head bowed, his facial features could not be seen clearly.

Perhaps this is their uniform business attire.

Leon threw the door key into the cloth bag at the feet of the building guard, even the cloth bags were of the same style.

Under the guidance of the building guard, the three walked around to the back door behind the building.As they stood on the steps waiting for the back door to open, the weeds that flourished between the steps reached Heimdall's ankles.

When he entered the door, Heimdall took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, it was eleven sixteen.

Heimdall thought that there was a hidden cave behind the door, but when he stepped through the door full of passion, he was surprised to find that the scene here was similar to the outside, and everything was completely dark.

It was nearly midnight, and no light could be expected from the outside.

Heimdall expressed concern about the poor lighting facilities here.

Leon stopped him from taking out his wand, "Just wait until your eyes get used to it, the venue does not provide lighting." Then he carefully reminded, "Don't use the magic of lighting here."

Heimdall retracted his wand silently, he had already seen it clearly during this time.

This underground trade fair for potion raw materials is very grand. Although there is no public lighting in the venue, which greatly affects the vision, but looking around, a booth is a world. In order to attract business and attract attention, the stall owners set up their booths It is so colorful and colorful that when you look around, you can't see the end at a glance.

After a while, the eyes gradually adapted to the light here. Heimdall was surprised to find that there were a lot of people, chattering voices came and went, and the languages ​​of various countries and the lights of different colors complemented each other.

"I didn't expect to see something good all at once." Leon and Heimdall muttered and walked quickly to a booth.

Heimdall and Victor exchanged glances and followed.

This stall mainly sells plant-based raw materials. At first glance, the stall owner is a gray-haired old man.The lighting resources of each booth are limited, and the lighting is generally aimed at the items, so the faces of the stall owners flicker in the dark, all of them are like ghosts.

He didn't care that three customers came to the empty stall at once, and he just lowered his head and pinched the shredded tobacco in the tobacco pot vigorously.

Heimdall stared blankly at the bunches of dried herbs hanging in the air and tied with hemp rope.How do these herbs move around?It turned out that it wasn't my dizziness, let alone automaticity without wind.

What the stall owner uses to hang the medicinal materials is not a long hemp rope, but a Quite elf with sharp ears and sharp teeth, and red and black back wings.A group of Quite elves are holding dried medicinal materials, hovering over the stalls for display, or flying back and forth with wings spread.

The glass beads placed on the booth gave off a hazy white light, but unfortunately there was not enough light to fully illuminate the entire booth.

The bright colors on the elf's back wings flickered in the soft white light.

Heimdall was looking at it vigorously, forgetting that no matter what species it was, the personality of a creature like an elf was ever-changing and bad.

An elf grabbed the medicinal material and slammed it at his face, and the dried medicinal herb swiped across his face like a brush. Heimdall was caught off guard and was stunned by the brush.

The elf uttered a high-pitched squawk, sounding extraordinarily pleased with himself.

The stall owner, who seemed indifferent to whether the business was good or bad, made his voice for the first time. He coughed hard.

The elf, who was still dancing, seemed to have heard a cat meowing, and plunged into the darkness, never to appear again.

Heimdall wiped his face dumbfounded. Although the elf didn't shake it hard, the smell of medicine was really unflattering.The medicinal material was too sudden when it hit the face, a handful was eaten into the mouth, making the mouth full of strange taste.

Heimdall pouted his mouth lightly, but it didn't work, and he poked his mouth hard again, his mouth was numb, but the strange smell remained.

"I have sugar here." Victor's voice sounded beside him, and the voice was a bit unusual.

Heimdall didn't pay attention, and raised his face, intending to answer that he also had candy, but Master Krum took advantage of the dark and windy night, grabbed his chin and lowered his head to kiss his mouth.

Heimdall didn't expect him to be so unrestrained, and directly delivered the candy to his mouth with his tongue in public.

Victor didn't leave in a hurry after delivering the candy, he sang loudly in his mouth, sweeping the river and sea, which made the root of Heimdall's tongue ache, so the master reluctantly let him go.

Victor helped him cut his hair, and Heimdall smoothed the wrinkles on his skirt. When everything was ready, they found Leon staring at them with his arms folded. They didn't know how long they had been waiting. The stall owner was smoking and laughing Hehe looked at them.

Heimdall smiled uncomfortably, "Are you watching?"

Leon nodded without changing his face.

Victor took the opportunity to suggest that the soldiers should split up in two steps and assemble at the gate an hour later.

Leon didn't object, it can be said that it was right in his arms, just like Master Krum felt that Master Blueleg had ruined the rare world of two people, and Master Blueleg did not want to be disturbed by these two guys who are always arrogant The mood of visiting the night market.

They parted ways at the first fork, left and right.

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After looking at more than a dozen booths of raw materials for plant-based potions, and witnessing one after another war between buyers and sellers without gunpowder, Heimdall felt that this night alone was worth it.

"This area is probably all plants." Victor naturally remembered why they came here, and stretched his neck to look around. "Shall we go there to see?" The finger pointed to the other side of the night market.

"Why don't we ask?" Heimdall looked around and found the stall with the most customers to ask for directions.

The stall owner was serving a big business. Although he was impatient, he always came to the door. He patiently showed Heimdall the way, and Heimdall thanked him again and again with a smile on his face.

After running back, he took Victor's hand and said, "He said to get closer there."

Victor stretched his arms around his shoulders, and a group of burly men ran past where he was standing just now. If Victor hadn't been quick and quick, he would have been trampled under by these burly men right now.

The eyesight of the night market is limited, and every time you walk to a fork in the road, you will feel inexplicably at a loss.

Among them, Heimdall asked twice more, looking for places with a lot of people to get together.

Victor felt strange about this, why is it so uncomfortable to keep looking for the idle stall next to it?

"I'm afraid that those idlers will deliberately point us to the wrong direction and make us take a detour. Instead of spending money to buy things in exchange for the right direction, it's better to find the boss who has a prosperous business. Cheap."

Every time he saw Heimdall's earnest and persuasive appearance, Victor felt very happy. He laughed and said nothing during the whole process, and occasionally uttered a word or two to connect the past and the future, making the chatter longer. Master Krum loves Stu Lu Song's room chief is chattering, this is one of the master's pleasures.

When the master's fun was fully satisfied, they found the animal raw material area.

As soon as he met this area, Heimdall was attracted by the display of shelves in one of the stalls, and he walked forward curiously.

This is a floor bracket, the main part is a huge hand skeleton, the bony hand is held up with the palm up, and the wrist is inserted into the octagonal brass-colored metal seat like a straight flagpole from the wrist to the end of the elbow.

The entire bracket was about two meters high from the raised fingertips to the metal base, and Heimdall looked up at it at a 45-degree angle.

Heimdall couldn't help guessing that such a large skeleton probably got it from the troll.

Bone held a glass bottle with a round belly and narrow neck in his hand, which was half filled with fluorescent green liquid.The liquid is boiling, and the bursting bubbles on the surface of the liquid will raise strands of green powder from time to time. The powder passes through the slender neck of the bottle, gushes out from the mouth of the bottle, and turns into green fireworks in the air. This arrangement attracts the attention of stall owners. A lot of traffic.

The venue was not well lit, so the stall owners had to use their imaginations, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, all for the slogan: "Don't miss it when you pass by!"

If the customers don't pass by the booth, why don't you miss it.

The passenger flow in the area of ​​animal raw materials is far lower than that of plants. According to Victor, who has experience in the raw material market, most of the plant raw materials are cheap in unit price, and there is no limit to the transaction volume. It is easy to form a market, and the plant raw materials are easier save.The unit price of animal raw materials is high. Generally, buyers who need to purchase will shop around and wait and see for a long time.

In the area of ​​animal raw materials, there are always more people watching than buying.

So the dazed Heimdall found a stall at random, and tentatively asked about the dragon's blood. There was an overwhelming response, and all the stall owners around were scrambling to come over, as if he was a moving Jin Gallon.

Heimdall's real interrogator was unhappy, and got into a scolding ball with those uninvited stall owners.

Heimdall stood stunned by the side, and Victor took the opportunity to find the dragon's blood samples on the booth, and took the small bottle and swung it back and forth under the deliberately dim light, looking at the liquid inside.

At this time, someone patted Heimdall on the shoulder. Heimdall turned around and saw a very familiar face.

The man grinned at him and said something that Heimdall didn't understand.

The man frowned in embarrassment, and repeated it in not-so-standard English.

Heimdall shook his head, "I'm not a stall owner, I'm just passing by."

After the man understood it, he smiled brightly again to express his apology.Heimdalton felt dizzy for a while, so he blinked hard.

Victor on the side had already darkened his face, squinting at the idiot who kept laughing.

Didn't expect to meet this guy here.

At the same time, Heimdall has put his hands into his pockets, hesitating whether to take the opportunity to ask for an autograph. In case someone is making a private visit in a micro-service to understand the people's sentiments, wouldn't he be destroying his work by rushing to reveal his identity? what...

The elders of the Strulu Song room were tangled.

Comrade Room Chief was dazzled by the sudden appearance of an idol. The person in front of him was at best a beauty pageant champion, not the diligent and loving French Minister of Magic.