Shen Yanxiao’s attire was very mysterious; the little dwarf was denitely certain that he had not seen her
before.
He frequently came to this bazaar and was quite familiar with the dwarves that sold potions here. That
was why he was certain it was his rst time to see Shen Yanxiao who seemed to suddenly appear out of
thin air.
Shen Yanxiao thought for some time and said, “I am a pharmacist of the Momo Tribe.”
The Momo Tribe was a tiny community that lived near the borderline. Shen Yanxiao was completely
convinced that the other side would not nd out much.
“Momo Tribe? It seems like you live in such a distant place. No wonder you brought a lot of potion this
time.” The little dwarf was clearly aware of the big distance between this bazaar and where the Momo
Tribe was. For Shen Yanxiao to come and sell potions here, just how much money would she have to
spend after how many days on the road? Hence, it made sense that she was selling a lot; after all, would it
not be all useless if the prot were not that high?
“You should have stored those potions for a long time, right? You are not the only one in the Momo Tribe,
right?” The little dwarf was curious. The pharmacists of each tribe would give priority rst to their own
tribe. It was truly impossible to have so many leftovers.
Shen Yanxiao only looked at him, not saying a single word.
The little dwarf seemed to have realized that he had asked too many questions; he grabbed his head with
his hand, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“Sorry, I asked too many questions. I just thought you were really awesome. My… My name is Qiqi Luo, I
am a pharmacist of the Qiqi Tribe…” Qiqi Luo somewhat apologetically said.
“It’s nothing. I still have other things I want to buy, I’ll go rst.” Shen Yanxiao gave a light laugh. The dwarf
race’s family names were quite peculiar: they took their tribe’s name as their own family name[1].
“All right.” Qiqi Luo nodded.
Shen Yanxiao then left the vending post and went to look at other places.
It was already night time, so a lot of things on sale in the Bazaar were already sold out. A lot of dwarves
had already started to pack up their things, preparing to go home.
After reaching the end of the market, Shen Yanxiao found a deserted small vending post.
The small vending post was selling some metal household utensils, which appeared very shabby, to the
point that it did not even look a bit new. Selling these things was an old dwarf with a white beard. He was
lazily lying down on the ground with a pipe in his mouth. He seemed to show no concern that no one was
buying his things.
Shen Yanxiao originally had no intention of looking further, but then Xiu’s voice suddenly sounded.
‘That dwarf’s things might be useful for you.’
Shen Yanxiao immediately stopped her footsteps while in shock.
Useful for her?
Shen Yanxiao immediately went back and walked over there.
Shen Yanxiao’s arrival did not attract the attention of the white beard dwarf. As usual, he just took the
pipe out from his mouth, and his mouth that was hidden beneath the white beard started spitting out
balls of smoke.
Shen Yanxiao squatted down and looked closely at the not-so-heartfelt items in the old man’s vending
post.
There was a rusty small iron box, a bronze smelting furnace covered with dust, a seemingly unremarkable
chain bracelet, and a pile of pearls covered with dust scattered at the side.
Compared with the other dwarves’ goods for sale, this old man’s goods were very unpresentable.
Shen Yanxiao did not understand how these seemingly shabby and pointless things could be of any use to
her.
‘Which one?’ Shen Yanxiao asked Xiu.
“Everything.”
Xiu’s answer left Shen Yanxiao stunned.
Everything is useful?
Looking at those little glass pearls soaked in mud that seemed to be just little beads, Shen Yanxiao did not
understand how such playthings might be useful to her.
