After Wearing The Book, I Married A Disabled Tyrant (MTL) [COMPLETED]

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Mu Wanwan turned his fingers around the edge of the veil, his eyes brightened--

The appearance of the dwarfs is slightly different from that described in some novels. Their average height is about one meter, two or three, but not all dwarves are green-skinned and have ugly faces.

Mu Wanwan was in a row of male dwarfs, and saw a dwarf girl who was arguably very cute. Her skin was a bit rough, but her face was not ugly. She was very tall, and she could not guess her rank. .

The entrance fee for the bazaar and the dwarf race is indeed much more expensive than that of the elves. In the past, the first-level monks of the elves only needed two silver coins for the entry fee. When they reached the second level, they only doubled it. Four silver coins . Who knows, on the side of the human race, there are three for the first order, and six for the second order, and the third order will soar directly to a lower grade spirit stone.

Mu Wanwan was a little embarrassed. The last spare spirit stone on her body bribed the red leaves in the morning. She was a little embarrassed. "Can I use silver coins instead?" The young lady who received her received an eyebrow. , But still maintains his demeanor, "Yes, and, are you going to enter the stall? The stall will add extra money based on the items."

Mu Wanwan put the basket in front of him, "just some ordinary vegetables and first-order spirit plants."

The nun took a glance, and her face was obviously cold. "The entry fee is fifteen silver coins, and the things in the back basket have to be paid for one silver coin."

"Fifteen?" Mu Wanwan was a little unhappy. Although there is indeed a certain exchange rate for the exchange of spirit stones into coins, the conversion of the inferior spirit stones into silver coins is generally one to eleven and a little higher than one to twelve. Asking for such a high price is obviously killing her.

Or, to embarrass her.

"Fifteen." The nun rolled her eyes at her, obviously impatient.

"According to the ratio, I should only accept 13 silver coins." Mu Wanwan endured, trying to reason.

"Oh." The nun raised her eyebrows only. "If you don't want to, don't pester here, there are many people waiting in line behind."

Mu Wanwan listened to her, and understood it. The female Xiu estimated that she was really upset, and she was a little angry, but the situation was stronger than others. She had to go to see Uncle Zong, and she didn't continue to talk to her. Fifteen silver coins were handed to her.

"Oh." The nun took the money and waved the person behind to let her in. She heard her mocking as she walked away, "The third-tier monk wears so much soil and sells vegetables? Of individual repairs."

Mu Wan pinched the wooden sign he had just received, and his lips were cold---

She is indeed a loose repair, and I just didn't expect these people to judge in this way based on her appearance, would it be too much?

Mu Wanwan squeezed his sleeves, feeling a little unbeautiful. Miao, looking for the street and the information left by Uncle Zong, began to look for the shop opened by Uncle Zong and his friends.

There is also a lot of fun in the market where the human race and the dwarf race are open. Compared with the elven market, there are many more weapon shops. The owners of the weapon shop are mostly dwarves.

After passing through several weapon shops, Muwan found that these shops were also graded. Some dwarves dressed as blacksmiths were specialized in mortal business. Some shops were larger, and most of them were flying swords. Such things should be for monk service.