Chapter 599


    The “Markel” of the barbarians.


    Christina felt thatpared to the virgin forest and the deste ins where she had been before,


    such a simple trading market in front of her could arguably be called bustling.


    The “market” of the barbarians should be equivalent to the power center of the ind.


    It never urred to her that barbarians knew how to set up stalls and do businesses.


    It was simr with the county fairs. The barbarians did not have fixed stalls. Instead, they simply


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    upied some small ces using goods, animals, fur, and so on, and directly shouted at passers-by.


    Some barbarians even violently pulled passers-by over and forced them to buy their goods.


    As far as Christina could see, there were fierce-looking barbarians who kept moring. Instead of


    selling goods, they looked more like they were ready to fight against each other at any time.


    This seally astonished her.


    At the same time, this scene made Christina more sure that the barbarians on this ind must have


    been civilized to some extent.


    In other words, Christina was more likely to meet modern people with whom she couldmunicate at


    the market.


    Her heart was beating fast as she was looking around, searching for her modern friends.


    However, Christina’s appearance stood out among these savages. She was much smaller than them,


    and her skin was fair. Also, her facial features and physique were quite different from that of the


    barbarians. So as she passed by, many barbarians around her would look at her curiously, and some


    stronger ones would even roar at


    her.


    She had no idea of what these barbarians are roaring at. She just felt horrified.


    The feeling that she was being stared at by countless wild animals made her scalp numb. So she


    decided to obediently follow the “Master” barbarian. She immediately lowered her head and did not


    dare to look around, so as to be paid less attention,


    Christina noticed that gold should be extremely scarce on this ind, which was reserved for a few


    barbarians.


    Many barbarians chose to barter for goods when making a deal. For example, an adult buffalo could be


    bartered for an iron pot


    Prey was the least valuable here. Her master intended to barter a male elk and two small yellow cattle


    for a small box of matches,


    Christina watched while he was making the deal. The man who sold the matches didn’t seem very


    happy, for he thought that a male elk plus two small yellow cattle were not worth a box of matches.


    He then pointed to Christina, who stood on the back, suggesting that he would be willing to sell it only if


    she was also part of the deal.


    The “master” was a hot-tempered guy. He shouted at the match seller as if he was bargaining.


    In the end, the match seller drove them away with a fierce face.


    Modern people might interpret his behavior this way, “If you can’t afford it, just piss off.”


    Though Christina had no idea of whether barbarians had any sense of self-esteem, she noticed that


    her “Master”, unhappy as he was, dared not say a word. He just dragged her and the animals away in


    the end.


    Christina knew very well that to be safe, she could not get involved in any activities of these barbarians.


    Even if they killed each other, it was none of her business.


    But it seemed that her brain was wired wrong. She somehow stepped forward and patted the Master’s


    thick arm. Then she took out two ck stones from her pocket and forcefully collided them many times.


    Some sparks burst out and soon ignited a haystack on the side of the road. Thick smoke and mes


    came out.


    The barbarian could not believe his eyes.


    e even squatted down to feel the fire on the hay with his hands. His thick fingers got burned.


    His face was bearded and his eyes were ck and sharp. He red at Christina and then looked at the


    two small ck stones in her hands. Deeply frightened by the re, Christina immediately threw the


    flint to him.


    This meant that there was no need to buy the match because the flint could make a fire.


    The Master picked up the two flints and looked Christina up and down. Finally, he carefully put them


    into an animal-leather bag around his waist.


    The fact that he treasured those two stones so much amused Christina, and made her proud at the


    same time. Unlike these barbarians, she was a high-intelligent creature. She picked those two flints up


    when she passed by the rock belt of the ins.


    She found that the scattered giant rocks in the ins were very dense, She didn’t know what kind of


    stones they were. She was simply bored and took a stone to smash it carelessly and then saw a small


    spark.


    Since those are all natural flints, why bother buying those broken matches? Not to mention having to


    be looked down upon by that match seller?


    The “master” examined Christina carefully. Not knowing what was on his mind, she only hoped that he


    wouldn’t


    hurt her. In fact, she had a sharp little stone in her pocket that could be used to break the hemp rope


    around her waist and find a chance to escape.


    The wild man continued to take her around the market. Finally, he bartered the elk, two small yellow


    cattle, plus a fox for a small kettle, which could hold 500ml.


    Christina did not say anything. She only felt that the kettle was at most 20 dors, but it was worth a


    hundred times more here.


    When a thing was scarece, it became precious.


    What was strange was that this man already had arge metal kettle tied to his waist. It was a dark


    green military kettle of good quality. He must have bartered a lot of prey for that. Why bother bartering


    for another one? What a waste.


    Most of the goods sold at this market were daily necessities. Lighters, matches, etc. were among the


    most popr. Kettles, iron pots, andrge iron bowls were also avable.


    In fact, these are very ordinary daily necessities, and the workmanship was rtively rough. But most


    of them were’made of metal, thus were more durable. All of these were scarce on this ind.


    Christina found something really interesting. There was a stall that sold Swiss Army Knives. They were


    15 centimeter-long and were very sharp.


    She stood in front of the stall and would not leave, with her eyes fixed dead at the only three Swiss


    Army Knives that remained.


    She really wanted one.


    Such kind of knife was just of the right length for her to carry around. She could use it as a weapon, or


    to cut branches, slice fruits, or even cut open the animals.


    Christina was still tied by a hemp rope around her waist and pulled forward by the barbarian. But


    suddenly, the rope tightened. He turned to look at her and pulled harder. Christina stood still in front of


    the stall and refused to move a step.


    She looked a little like a child who refused to leave unless she got the toys she wanted.


    The barbarian walked back to Christina. He first looked at her, then at the Swiss Army Knives on the


    stall.


    It seemed that he was not interested in these knives. Christina immediately gestured and pointed


    excitedly at one of the Swiss Army Knives. “Buy it, buy it, buy it!”


    She shouted, fearing that he could not understand, and even boldly reached out to pat the animal-skin


    bag around his waist that contained gold.


    The knife seller mumbled something. His tone and eyes clearly told them to leave.


    Probably he was suggesting that the knives were too expensive for them to afford, so they should not


    stand in his way


    “… What? These barbarians should be so snobbish.” Christina quickly understood what he meant and


    felt depressed


    After all, Swiss Army Knives were rarely seen. What a pity!


    She didn’t know whom she would be sold to in a while. She had to be ready to escape at all times. It


    was impossible to convince the man in front of her into buying the knife.


    However, to Christina’s surprise, the Master finally took out a thumb-sized piece of gold and bought a


    Swiss Army Knife.


    She really didn’t expect her “master” to be so rich.


    And he generously gave her the knife without hesitation.


    Christina took it but felt quite uneasy. At this moment, several strong barbarians carrying spears and


    weapons rushed over and surrounded them.


    At the same time, there was an old and rough voice behind, constantly repeating a word, “Samba.”


    Christina was frozen with fear. Although she got the Swiss Army Knife as she wished, she could never


    defend herself against these barbarians surrounding her using her knife.


    After a while, a well-dressed barbarian appeared. She looked very old, like a n elder. Her head,


    ears, and neck were decorated with golden jewelry and a few colorful feathers.


    The elder called out to the “master” beside Christina,” Samba!”


    It was then that Christina finally understood that this was his name.