On another Sunday morning, the city of Calliu hosts a special market on this day of the week, where you take a horse-drawn carriage ride from the centre of Calliu to the southern town before the sun rises, and then hike some distance in the direction of the lower reaches of the river, which is known locally as Piero, after the surname of an arrogant knight. There are fewer residents, the buildings are sparse than in the city center, but the overall style is much more comfortable and wide, and because there are often freight carriages here, the roads are generally very wide, but the rough and dirty stone pavement may be a little awkward, and the dust raised in the sky will also make some people with sensitive breathing feel uncomfortable. In addition to not paying attention to the yellowish and blackened water, pay extra attention to the horse manure piled up on the pavement and spread over the vamps, no one likes to accidentally step into the stinking mud, but the local residents have long since adapted to the environment, and they are always willing to see the faces of the nobles after soiling their boots, which is one of the few entertainments here, but it is definitely not allowed to laugh out loud. The so-called special market is held in the "Piero" district, which is special because it only exists on Monday mornings, and there is a chance that wonderful goods from all over the world will appear here, and if you come late, you will miss the opportunity to feast your eyes. However, Cesare Huniard had come to the city early not to attend the fair, but to arrive at the Heiko Mechanics to pick up orders from Henry's grocery store, which was part of his job, and it was only on this day of the week that he could find a contact. The Heiko Workshop is not only the most iconic presence in the city of Piero, but also the most massive building in the entire city of Karlliu outside of the cathedral. The workshop is built next to the river, and the powered waterwheel is as majestic as a giant standing in the river, and the whole body of the workshop is almost made of pure metal, with a huge one-piece vaulted roof and an open gate that can accommodate two heavy rail trains at the same time, and endless black smoke is emitted from the surrounding pipes, like a huge and permanently burning boiler, and the sound of metal hitting can be heard across several streets, which may be the reason why there are fewer residents here. In addition to seeing workers and wagons coming and going, there were also a large number of child laborers, who were probably not yet in their teens, and the Orsini family hired these young children for a pitiful salary to speed up the city's productivity, wearing small uniforms, black like elves rolling in kerosene, twisting screws, fixing gears, cleaning grease stains, and doing whatever they could. On the plus side, it's better to work here than to go to the rich people's houses to clean their chimneys, and they'll always get stuck in them or fall off, and not all kids are as lucky as the students in the aristocratic colleges. "Cylindrical gears, bevel gears, helical gears...... There are also iron sheets, angles, planks, flint. Cesare stood beside the wagon in civilian clothes, as the workers loaded the goods onto the wagon, a boy who looked a little thin in contrast to a group of burly workers. At this time, Cesare carefully checked the goods on the carriage according to the list given by Henry, which after all, was related to whether this month's salary could be paid normally. When everything is ready, cover the wagons with a large cloth and tie them tightly. A man who looked old but physically sturdy wiped his hands full of olive oil, stepped out of the sparkling workshop and walked to the carriage, took out a bag of wrapped things from the pocket of his overalls, and stuffed it under the cloth. "What is this?" Cesare on the side was a little puzzled, this thing is not on the manifest of goods. The worker-like old man grinned. "The new gums, the new gadgets brought back by the pioneers of the south, Henry's old guy absolutely likes it." The old man's hair was all gray, but the muscles of his body were very strong, his skin was tanned, and his overalls were full of oil stains and smoke marks. "If I'm not mistaken, you're Cesare, the boy who works in Henry's shop, and Henry always mentions you before and says you're good, a piece of material." Hearing the other party's compliment, Cesare looked up and politely squeezed a smile on his face, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, looked at the goods tied to the car, and then looked at the old worker in front of him. "Excuse me, do you have more ink here to draw the circle?" Cesare wasn't hopeful, but now that you're here, you might as well give it a try. When the old worker heard this, he scratched his beard on his chin. "Do you want to draw a magic circle for the power machine, this thing is not like a gear iron sheet or something, and the magic circle ink is personally supervised by the church, and even the amount of our workshop is limited, don't be delusional, boy." Although it was expected, Cesare was inevitably a little disappointed, and finally struggled to ask, "So, have you ever heard of a magic circle drawn with squid juice?" Cesare remembered the circle ink inside the mechanical heart, the black, viscous, rotting liquid, which he really didn't know how to describe except for the squid ink. Squid juice? The old worker laughed a few times. I really haven't heard of it, I thought it was outrageous enough to draw a circle with swan blood and bat urine, but squid juice? You're a kid. His words completely discouraged Cesare, and if he had not even heard of the largest workshop in Karlliu, it was unlikely that even the richest bazaar would be fruitful, and the topic would be over. But as if he had not had time to make small talk for too long, the old worker did not stop talking, smacked his tongue and continued to ask Cesare: "Seriously, how is the old fellow?" Are you okay? "Mr. Henry? God willing, he is in good health. Cesare responded politely. "Yes, Lord willing, but if he gets any fatter, he's really going to see God." As he spoke, the old worker suddenly reached out and grabbed his nose and blew his nose violently, while Cesare smiled and took a few steps back to avoid the liquid splashing on his clothes. Estimating the time in his heart, he interrupted the old worker's tendency to continue talking: "I'm sorry sir, but the time is almost up, I may have to rush back." "Ah, go back, go back." The old worker shook off the hand that had just blown his nose and patted the carriage again. "Remember that don't talk nonsense about my purchase, Henry should have told you that these parts are normally not allowed to be sold." After saying that, the old worker twisted his neck and looked around, then reached out and patted Cesare on the shoulder before turning to leave, this time Cesare could not dodge, and could only helplessly take out his handkerchief and gently dip the viscous liquid on his shoulder. At this moment, two petite figures appeared on the road in the distance, walking towards Cesare. Sandino and Closia seemed to have just finished their trip to the market, holding large and small brown paper bags in their hands, which at first glance were not something that the inhabitants of the neighborhood could afford to consume. However, Klosia, who was walking ahead, did not look happy, and the reason was obvious. Her white dress had turned gray in just one morning, the unevenly distributed mud spots looked like the clothes of a peasant woman who had just come out of the field, and her long, pale blonde hair was stained by the dust here, and when the wind blew, it turned into a mess. Sandino, who walked behind, was no better, he seemed to have fallen, he limped when he walked, his body and face were covered with unwashed sludge, Sandino's embarrassment and frustration were hidden behind the stain, as for the composition of those black mud still needs to be verified, I hope there will be no strange smell on the way back, Cesare is a little sorry that he missed the best part. When the two approached, Cesare crossed his shoulders and looked at the two with gray faces as if waiting for the other to say something, while Closia and Sandino both turned their faces sideways like children who had done something wrong, and finally Closia took the initiative to speak: "Okay... Brother is right...... I really didn't like this place as much as I expected, and it wasn't suitable for dresses......" Cesare nodded, as if he had expected this, calmly took out a clean handkerchief, walked quickly in front of Closia, gently wiped the dust off his sister's face, and smiled helplessly with a little doting, and Closia gradually raised her head and smiled, even the dust on her body could not hide the sweetness of the girl's smile. Then Cesare looked at Sandino, who was covered in mud, and the other party coughed awkwardly: "It's okay, you don't have to wipe it for me, just wait for me to come by myself." "You're overthinking, I've never thought that much." Cesare said coldly. Sandino, who was desperate to change the subject, forced a smile: "Haha... You're so humorous... But at least we did buy a lot of interesting stuff! Sandino placed what he had bought with Closia on the front seat of the carriage, and took out a yellow fruit in the shape of a crescent moon from one of the bags. "Cesare, you have never seen anything like this, it is said that it was brought from the south overnight by a clipper." Sandino then took the fruit and tried to take a bite of it, but couldn't get his mouth shut. "Uh... Closia, how did the stall owner say this is eaten? "It seems to be... Just bite it. Closia said with a wink. Sandino, who got the answer, couldn't wait to take a big bite of the belt meat at one end of the fruit, and his expression gradually changed from the initial pride of showing Cesare his newfound pride to a difficult face, and each bite made the boy's expression more distorted, and finally he couldn't help but spit it out. "Vomit...... It's like chewing an old rag from last year, can this thing really be eaten!? Cesare, who had witnessed the whole process, shrugged his shoulders. I'm sure bananas aren't eaten that way. "Oh yes! Banana, that's the name, huh? You know that, too? Ignoring Sandino's performance, Cesare untied his horse's leash and went straight to the front seat of the carriage, reaching out and gently pulling Closia up. Seeing that the dear unlucky Sandino had another bad day, Cesare sighed, hesitated for a moment, and then extended his arm to his good brother. "Do you want to come up? My lord-to-be, you can continue to share your findings on the way back.”

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