Chapter 1059

However, once those words were spoken, Lin Cheng's interest in heading to the night market was no longer as lacking as before. Although he didn't think his luck was particularly good, he was a blacksmith who possessed a System—couldn't he just touch an item to know exactly what it was?

After expressing his thanks, he took out a gold coin and handed it to the server. Instantly, the server nearly popped his eyeballs out. If Lin Cheng had any requests, he would rush to fulfill them at once. Although the server worked at the largest restaurant in Wucheng, Wucheng was ultimately just a small city, with limited mercenary and merchant traffic. Most penny-pinching travelers stayed at inns, so guests who could afford to stay at a restaurant were already few, and those who spent lavishly were even rarer.

A casual tip started at one gold coin—if he could serve this big shot well, wouldn't the tips just keep flowing?

The server was hoping inwardly, wanting to curry more favor with Master Lin Cheng, but at this moment, Master Lin Cheng had already taken Miss Qianhui and left the restaurant, heading toward the night market street.

Just arriving at the night market, the bustling atmosphere came rushing in like a wave of heat.

Compared to the various stalls during the day, there were even more snack stalls at night—barbecued meat, fruits, fruit juice, pastries, everything imaginable. The stall owners were putting in extra effort to solicit the many passing customers, practically shouting their throats raw, as long as enough customers came.

Nighttime activities were also more plentiful than during the day. Some acrobatic performers began staging their specialties at fixed venues—breathing fire, look, chest-smashing boulders, jumping through fire hoops, retrieving coins from oil vats, and so on.

To martial artists these might not be anything remarkable, but in the eyes of ordinary common folk, they were extraordinary feats worth marveling at. It was all just to make a living—even mercenary martial artists would sometimes stop to watch the performances, and if the show was good, toss in a few coins as reward.

Lin Cheng had assumed Qianhui wouldn't be drawn in by these simple acrobatic acts, but facts proved that a woman's curiosity was nothing small. Even for Qianhui, things she could easily do herself could still make her watch with undisguised delight.

When the performance ended, the delighted Qianhui tossed a handful of gold coins forward. The performer who received them was stunned at first, looking around to find out which generous patron had been so lavish—if possible, he wanted to give the other party a private performance.

But Lin Cheng had already pulled Qianhui away, lecturing her along the way.

"Tossing one or two gold coins is fine, but tossing a whole handful is a bit over the top."

Although they weren't short on gold coins, being too flashy would attract unnecessary trouble—for instance, thieves who got greedy and wanted to gamble on a big score.

"Fine." The lectured Qianhui's mood dipped slightly, but Lin Cheng was right—they really should keep a lower profile.

Afterward, when Lin Cheng bought Qianhui some candy, the delighted Qianhui immediately forgot her earlier unhappiness, grabbed Lin Cheng's hand, and happily walked forward.

After that, even when watching acrobatic performances, Qianhui kept a much lower profile—even if she enjoyed a show, she only tossed a single gold coin as reward. Along the way, the food in Lin Cheng's and Qianhui's hands kept piling up. The fancy dishes back at the restaurant had been bland to begin with, far inferior to the refined craftsmanship these small stall vendors had honed over the years—simple to make, but winning on flavor.

After browsing the entire night market, Qianhui's enthusiasm had largely worn itself out.

Lin Cheng had also been suppressing his own interest for quite a while. Now, he could take Qianhui straight to that not-so-long treasure-hunting street.

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Most who came to the treasure-hunting street were mercenaries confident in their luck, with some spare cash on hand—after all, who would dare come treasure-hunting without a bit of money? To say nothing of those with only a few silver coins daring to come treasure-hunting—they'd probably be chased off by the mercenary stall-keepers here.

The stall-keepers were almost all mercenaries, sitting calmly and at ease cross-legged behind their stalls. Displayed before them were all manner of strange stones, vessels, broken swords, herbs, and the like.