I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

Chapter 86 Night Tour

In fact, according to normal safety rules, the most important thing to do now is to get some rest and leave all the problems to a more rational version of yourself tomorrow morning.

Mia was leaning against the window, her high red ponytail swaying gently in the sea breeze. Grace stood a little behind her, and although she didn't speak directly like Mia, her gaze was also on the swaying lights outside, and she clearly had a more undisguised curiosity than during the day.

Joseph was about to say something like "take a break today" but then swallowed it back down.

Forget it, come here.

"Let's go out and take a look," Joseph said.

This was just an off-campus practice trip, and we were only going around the area near the main pontoon bridge. Nothing serious should happen.

Of course, if something really happens, it only means that the location of Yachao Bay was designed with malice towards him from the map design, and has little to do with whether his mentor was cautious or not.

The three left the floating house again and walked down the wooden corridor to the main floating bridge.

Yachao Bay at night is completely different from the daytime. The stalls selling ship nails and buoys during the day, which barely had a semblance of normal trade, now transform under the cover of night, with the stall owners bringing out things that are more and more shady than the last.

A merchant stood on a wooden crate, holding up a crab that could spin in place on its own. He excitedly introduced it to the onlookers, saying it was an old magical pet salvaged from a shipwreck.

"Although it can only spin around now, once it's fixed, it can help guard people's homes!"

Joseph looked at the crab that was spinning so hard it was almost making him dizzy, and thought it was hard to say whether it could be fixed or not, but it seemed more suitable for polishing someone's floor right now.

A short stall owner next to me was selling moisture-proof flints, patting his chest and guaranteeing that these things could still be lit even if soaked in seawater for two or three days.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dockworker threw a flint into a bucket of water to try it out, but not a single spark came out for a long time.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and soon started fighting over a disagreement. A crowd of people gathered around them, and some even began betting on who would fall into the water first.

Joseph quietly led the two students a little further away.

In Yachao Bay, the authenticity of the goods hasn't been determined yet, but the temperaments of the merchants and customers are certainly very real.

Several other stalls displayed all sorts of strange materials, such as the transparent fins of salt-scaled beasts, the hard shells of tide beetles, the teeth of gray fish that are said to prevent seasickness, and even a small bottle of blue liquid called siren tears.

Joseph glanced at the small bottle and thought that if the siren knew that her tears were being sold in such bottles for ten gold coins each, she might cry out even more of her stock on the spot.

Mia's eyes lit up, and she wanted to stop at almost every stall along the way.

At first, Grace was unsure where to look, as everything here was different from the world she was familiar with.

A child carrying grilled fish cakes ran past her, almost bumping into her cloak, shouting, "Excuse me! Excuse me! They're fresh out of the oven! They'll burn you!" Grace paused slightly and instinctively stepped aside.

The next moment, a piece of grilled fish cake wrapped in coarse paper was handed to her.

"Try it," Joseph said.

Grace looked up and saw that the man was holding two more pieces. Mia had already taken one, taken a bite, and her eyes lit up.

Grace stared at the baked fish cake. In the palace, this would likely never have been served to her. A little oil clung to the edges of the rough paper, and the aroma of fish and spices filled her nostrils.

But as the gentleman looked at her, the main pontoon bridge was filled with the clamor of voices, and in the distance, the bard was still stubbornly singing his songs of the captain, the siren, the prince, and the fish cake widow.

Grace reached out and took it, then carefully took a bite.

The fish was piping hot, the skin was slightly charred, and there was a strange herb flavor inside. It was completely different from the exquisite, art-like desserts usually served in the palace, but it wasn't bad. It also had a strange freshness that was hard to describe.

Mia leaned closer and asked, "How is it?"

Grace said softly, "Not bad."

Mia burst out laughing: "I think so too!"

Afterwards, Joseph, with the serious attitude of a project leader, led the two students to observe several typical local foods in Yachao Bay.

At least that's how he defines it.

After all, eating can be considered a folk custom observation, and buying things can be considered a local economic survey. As long as the person writing the report is bold enough, there is no activity in the world that cannot be included in the project record.

They first bought a type of pancake made with seaweed and shredded clam meat. Mia took a bite, thought about it seriously, and said, "It's a bit salty."

Joseph took a bite too. How to put it, it tasted like someone had ground up a stone from the beach, then thought it would be impolite to eat it directly, so they reluctantly kneaded it back into food.

Grace took a small bite very seriously, and then said very tactfully, "The taste is very characteristic of Yachao Bay."

Joseph felt that this sentence could be translated as "I never want to eat this again in my life."

Then they tried a drink that was supposedly made with salted fruit and iced water. Mia took a sip and her face immediately scrunched up: "How strange!"

Joseph tasted it and thought it tasted like fruit, sea salt, and rotten herbs fighting each other in a cup.

Grace, however, took another sip and said unexpectedly, "I think it's alright."

Mia stared at her in shock: "Really?"

Grace nodded slightly. Mia looked at the drink, then at Grace, as if she had suddenly discovered that the princess possessed an unknown talent for unusual tastes.

Further on, a dwarf vendor was selling portable hot fish soup. The thing was in a small copper pot; with a gentle twist of the bottom mechanism, the pot would automatically emit steam, slowly heating the fish soup inside.

When Mia saw it, she almost pressed her eyes against it.

"How does this mechanism get warm inside? Are there small runes underneath? No, there wasn't any magical fluctuation just now. Is that a spring? Or are there heating stones in the interlayer?"

The dwarf stall owner immediately perked up and began introducing his goods with an expression that said, "Finally, someone who knows their stuff has come along."

Joseph originally only wanted to buy fish soup, but seeing Mia's expression as if she was about to tear down the stall, he learned that the pot only cost 50 silver coins, so he simply bought two empty copper pots instead.

"Take them back and look at them at your leisure," Joseph said. He could just ask for 2 more gold coins later anyway. Mia hugged the two bronze jars, so happy that she walked with a lighter step.

She had gone to the market with her father before, but she mostly followed behind him, helping to move things or watching him talk to others about the cost of materials.

Her father was very good. He would buy her hot bread and, when she was secretly looking at small parts, he would pretend to buy an extra one.

But coming out with my husband feels a little different.