The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 875

[Chapter 398 Jiu’er: Is this reasonable?]

“Player Super Justice()”

When Kafne and Salvatore were talking to Porphys in ghost form in the elven ruins outside.

Lin Yiyi and Jiu’er are going on an adventure that is neither tense nor exciting in a nightmare.

– Or call it tourism.

“Is this a food, drink and play simulator? I really love it.”

Lin Yiyi complained.

She was holding snacks from the roadside.

It was a kind of kebab similar to chicken, or duck, which had a stronger texture.

Each skewer is about the size of a palm, and there are about seven or eight pieces of meat—all with the skin on.

The skin was slightly charred and even slightly crispy.

The flesh is firm, juicy, with a strangely savory aroma…and a subtle earthy smell.

The device for barbecue is similar to the groove used for kebabs on the roadside, with many different muscles on it, and the stall owner is a middle-aged elf uncle.

Of course, it says “buy”, but it doesn’t actually cost money.

The two of them strolled around, and they came to a place similar to a food street – this is an octagonal square with four roads around it.

When we got here, the flow of people started to increase.

And Jiu’er just stood in front of the stall for a while, showing a little bit of “want to eat” thought, and was given five meat skewers by the enthusiastic stall owner uncle.

But he didn’t say the price, and he didn’t say anything about the money at all.

——He seemed to know the eldest lady played by Jiu’er and affectionately called her “Little Neferi”.

As Jiu’er’s bodyguard, Lin Yiyi was honored as “Miss Liuguang” by his estranged people.

And after Lin Yiyi got the things, she nervously glanced around and realized… It seems to be a consensus here that they don’t give money for things.

I don’t know if it’s the humanistic tradition of elves, or the special circumstances of this season… In short, the elves around don’t give money at all when they take away the snacks around them.

They’ll all be very friendly and compliment how good the stuff tastes, and then make an appointment to meet at some point next time.

Rather than saying that these people are vendors of food festivals, they are more like friends gathering and cooking for each other.

So Lin Yiyi also immediately praised the boss’s craftsmanship.

Sure enough, the boss looked very happy and talked a lot to the two of them.

Information such as their names was also asked at this time.

“…Do elves actually need no money?”

Jiu’er was a little unbelievable: “How did the Silver Sir’s trading concept come into being? Are those ‘Atherland silver coins’ all fake?”

“It’s not necessarily that you don’t need money at all. It’s probably just that the elves don’t need money inside.”

Lin Yiyi had read the historical posts written by Longjing Tea.

She probably understood the situation in front of her: “After all, at this time, the elves are still using spell energy… They can say that they can have whatever they want, and there will be no shortage of supplies.

“But neither centaurs nor Arthurians have access to spell energy technology.

“And the so-called [Atheran Silver Coins] are probably not used by elves…”

Before the elves came to the continent of Atherland, the native race of Atherland also had the concept of ‘currency’.

Although the currencies of different countries and different races are not unified.

Not to mention currency, even language is completely inconsistent with the concept of many things.

It was only after the elves entered Atherland that they brought unified speech, writing, and weights and measures.

The concept of gold and silver currency should also be unified at that time.

The elves of the age of empires are undoubtedly superior.

At the end of the Third Epoch, when the magic energy technology was developed to its limit, they didn’t even respect the gods very much.

And the elves and centaurs themselves are a minority in the entire Atherland continent.

Even at the peak of the population, elves and centaurs combined did not necessarily exceed one-tenth.

And almost all of these elves live in the imperial capital…the ones who live in the towns outside are quite rare.

Almost all of the upper classes, such as priests and high-ranking nobles, are elected by elves… Even half-elves with impure blood may not be able to enter the upper echelons of the empire.

In a sense, Arthurlan can indeed be said to be a colony of pure-blooded elves.

“However, although mantra can directly create items, it is not fabricated at will… A large number of items can only be exchanged with the same amount of mantra. Items that can be easily manufactured, such as food, should not be involved. When it comes to mantra energy… things like raw materials, they won’t be specially created unless it’s necessary.”

“… Is that why there are a large number of craftsmen among the elves?”

Jiu’er suddenly realized: “Because I can’t starve to death, but I don’t have access to high-level technology…”

“Simply put, it’s enough to eat.”

Lin Yiyi added: “That’s why there are so many cooks on the street, and that’s the same reason.”

When they were in Noah and underground, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com had seen a lot of “Empire Age” elf crafts.

Even in terms of their aesthetics, these handicrafts are extraordinarily delicate, elegant and gorgeous.

It was at that time that Jiu’er had some expectations for elves… I always felt that this should be an extraordinarily elegant race.

Although “it turns out that elves also eat meat and drink”, Jiu’er’s fantasy is a little shattered; but it seems to be true that elves are all handsome and beautiful.

The uncle who sells barbecue is also quite handsome.

In terms of temperament, it’s the type that feels like you can’t grab the headlines when you change your hairstyle…

“That uncle looks like he can sing rock and roll.”

Lin Yiyi sighed.

“I remember Sister Dove seems to know rock and roll.”

Jiu’er whispered, “She seemed to be playing the drums before.”

“Hey?!”

Lin Yiyi was immediately startled: “Is there such a thing? Does she have enough drums?”

“it is true.”

Jiu’er said affirmatively: “I saw Sister Dove when I was a child… She and my father are in the same band.”

“Shocked… Then shouldn’t you call Aunt Dove?”

Lin Yiyi hesitated for a while, thinking, “They didn’t start the live broadcast anyway,” so she asked softly, “How old is Dove? Give me the number… I promise not to tell anyone else.”

“I actually don’t know…”

Jiu’er muttered: “At least… at least thirty years old?”

“…But if you say she’s thirteen, I believe her.”

“That’s called a frozen-aged beautiful girl.”

“But they are at least frozen to seventeen or eighteen, not to the thirteenth or fourteenth…”

“Don’t let people be short!”

Jiu’er immediately became annoyed: “Damn, why am I so short in nightmares! Is this reasonable?!”