Mercenaries and Adventurers

Without the help of others, Kiel simply put the unfolded multi-layer protective cloth on the wooden fake horse with his own hands.

Organize a little bit, let the wooden fake horse put on the 'new clothes' on its body.

Afterwards, an apprentice brought a blacksmith's hammer and a thick metal iron pick for adjusting the charcoal from the blacksmith's shop next to the stable. Under Mr. Scott's signal, the apprentice holding the blacksmith's hammer raised his hands high, yelled and threw it at the fake horse in front of him.

Boom!

A relatively dull sound sounded, and because Kiel was standing very close, he could see very clearly. When the hammer hit it all at once, there was a downward depression in the multi-layer protective cloth at the attacked place. But soon, as the hammer was bounced away by the anti-shock force, the sunken place quickly returned to its original state.

Keel stopped the apprentice's next actions, and he personally lifted the multi-layer protective cloth on the fake horse's back to check the damage of the wooden fake horse underneath.

Unexpectedly, where the blacksmith hammered heavily, the surface of the wood did not have any depressions.

Not at all.

"It's amazing! Craftsman of Kent, your thing is amazing."

Kiel sighed in admiration, then put down the multi-layer protective cloth in his hand, and waved his hand to signal the apprentice to continue.

This time, the apprentice grabbed the end of the thick iron stick with both hands, then took a deep breath, rushed forward heavily, and stabbed the tip of the thick iron stick in his hand towards the side abdomen of the fake horse.

Chi - creak.

The thick iron pick first pierced the surface of the multi-layer protective cloth, and then fell into the delay of other materials underneath. After a heavy blow, it only pierced into a small hole in the end.

When the apprentice pulled out the thick iron pick, Keel approached and took off his gloves, and inserted his little finger into the hole made by the thick iron pick.

Very shallow, and less damage on the inside than on the outside.

"Very good." Kiel praised with a smile on his face.

"Next, let's see how about the cutting protection against sharp weapons?"

After Keir finished speaking, Mr. Scott waved his hand, and immediately someone pulled out the dagger from his waist, trying to go up and cut the multi-layer protective cloth. But Keir reached out to stop it: "No, what can a dagger test? Use this."

He drew out the long sword at his waist to hunt, and held it upside down to the apprentice who was handed over to the test.

The apprentice was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to reach out to catch it, but Mr. Scott suddenly squeezed over with a smile, and said sharply: "In this case, let me try, Knight Keel, how about letting me try?"

Shrugging, Keir didn't care, and handed the hilt of the long sword to Mr. Scott.

He didn't make a move himself, mainly because he was afraid that his strength would be too great, and he wouldn't be able to represent the strength of ordinary people well. After all, if he were to hunt and slash a fake horse with a long sword, he estimated that even with the protection of this new type of multi-layer protective cloth, he would be able to cut the horse into a fatal gap with one sword.

It is equivalent to switching to a real horse, so that a sword can naturally kill a horse.

Mr. Scott has learned from last night's experience that he knows that Knight Kiel's portable sword is very heavy. Not only does he need to hold it with two hands—even though Knight Kiel has always used it with one hand—he also has to stand firm and use his strength to lift the sword. .

"Hey." He exerted enough strength to hold Knight Kiel's long sword in his hand, and stood it upright on his chest.

"Haha, everyone is watching!"

He shouted excitedly, raised the long sword weighing more than ten kilograms above his head, and then made a straight forward slash.

Looking at his footsteps when swinging the heavy chop, it is clear that Mr. Scott has obviously practiced the use of long sword weapons, and he is not a simple businessman without martial arts.

boom! Hiss—

The long sword slashed heavily, with the tip of the sword being the most powerful, tearing a small three-centimeter-long opening in the multi-layer protective cloth, and the sound after that was the sound of the sword blade tearing down the cloth on the surface of the multi-layer protective cloth.

Although it was just a moment, Mr. Scott was still out of breath, and he didn't know whether he was tired or too excited.

Keel stepped forward to check, and found that the place where the sword tip was cut had only broken the second layer of the multi-layer protective cloth, which was nothing more than a small injury for this thing with a total thickness of four or five layers.

And the subsequent blade cutting, even if it was hunted by Kiel's long sword, only tore off its surface layer.

It's not that the hunting is not powerful, it's simply that Mr. Scott is not strong enough.

Long sword hunting itself is not known for its sharpness, but the weight, tenacity, and sharpness combined with Kiel's strength at this time can have powerful power. Several elements are indispensable here, otherwise it will cause the current situation.

"Knight Kiel, your sword? It's not particularly sharp."

Seemingly hesitant and regretful, Mr. Scott's eyes were full of pity, and he lowered his head and looked repeatedly at being hunted by the long sword he was leaning on again.

Keir smiled, knowing what Mr. Scott meant, he took his long sword, and this time he used it himself. But this time, instead of aiming at the middle of the multi-layer protective cloth, Keel picked a corner, and it doesn’t matter if it is chopped, and the material loss will not be very high.

"See clearly, what it looks like when I use it."

Kiel held the hilt of the sword with one hand, pressed his body down, separated his legs back and forth, and was three meters away from the wooden horse covered in protective cloth, but Kiel suddenly kicked his legs forward and took just over two steps, his body was as if With the long sword out of its sheath, the straight sword stabs out.

boom!

There was only one sound, and everyone present took a closer look, only to find that Kiel stabbed out with a sword, and most of the whole long sword was stabbed into the body of the fake horse at this time. The multi-layer protective cloth on the surface was as thick as a layer. Like the paper, the punctured crack is very consistent with the width of the blade of the long sword.

When Kiel drew out his long sword, there was only a thin gap in the multi-layer protective cloth that was pierced just now, which could not be clearly seen without paying attention. Obviously, most of the whole long sword pierced in just now.

Mr. Scott's eyes widened: "Is it used in this way? No, how can I not do it?"

"Hmph, watch it." As soon as Kiel finished speaking, he leaned against the fake horse's buttocks, swung his sword heavily at the edge of the multi-layer protective cloth, and there was a dense sound of cutting and tearing.

Different from the continuous sound of slashing and dragging before, the sound caused by Kiel's blow was dense and orderly, showing that the sound was different from the actual destruction.

Before Mr. Scott raised his sword and slashed heavily, he didn't break through the multi-layer protective cloth, and at most only caused about half of the damage. But this time Kiel was different, a neat fracture more than 20 centimeters long appeared on the edge of the multi-layered protective cloth.

It is as sharp and neat as the edge of paper cut by a knife. Through the fracture, the internal structure of the entire multi-layer protective cloth can be clearly seen.

Mr. Scott slapped his face and felt that he was really embarrassed by such a comparison.

In this regard, he had no choice but to yell: "Keir, this is your sword, it must listen to you to show its power!"

Keir shrugged, put his sword back into its sheath, touched the cut he cut himself, and kept saying, "Yes, it feels like it's not much worse than hard cowhide."

At the same time, he lifted it up and put it down with one hand, feeling the weight of the multi-layered protective cloth: "It's more than half lighter than the previous one, so it's a very successful protective material. It's this thickness, if the minimum can only be this If it is thick, it cannot be used as an armor material for humans like hard cowhide. Well, it is suitable for horses."

Hearing the knight's evaluation from Kiel, the Kent craftsman stroked his chest and saluted: "Indeed, as you said, this new material was designed with horses in mind. So, what do you think?"

Kiel waved his hand: "Then use it. It can basically meet the requirements of protection, and it can also be lighter. I have nothing to criticize."

Therefore, the horse armor for blood licking grass was determined.

Since the craftsmen have carefully measured the various dimensions of the blood licking grass, there is no need for the blood licking grass to wait here for the horse armor in the future. The craftsmen will come to the workshop to separate the various tasks of the armor, who is responsible for what, and who is responsible for what. As long as it is designed according to the plan and the size of the horse's body, it can be installed on the blood licking grass when the things are ready tomorrow.

"Okay, Knight Kiel, let's go, I'll take you to the agreed place to have a look."

Scott greeted, and asked Keir to temporarily put the blood licking grass in the stables of their chamber of commerce, and let Keir go with him.

"Is that it?"

Keel asked curiously, turning his head left and right at the same time, as if trying to find something unusual.

"That's it, haha, don't look around, that place can't be on the territory of our chamber of commerce."

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What they are talking about is the underground black market, where trade is prosperous, there will naturally be such a place. However, different underground black markets have very different functions. Like border checkpoints, the underground black market there is naturally dominated by smuggled goods that have evaded customs duties. And Dorn Town, a thriving trading area controlled and managed by the Chamber of Commerce, generally does not collect many taxes and fees, so it is natural not to buy and sell smuggled goods in the underground black market.

It's the black goods in the hands of the bandits, those blood-stained black goods.

A certain batch of goods belonged to a certain chamber of commerce the day before, but the day after that they were murdered and robbed by bandits on a remote business road, and then that batch of goods was sold by the bandits at a low price to black merchants they usually trust. The black merchant involved in this matter brought the stolen goods back to the private warehouse in Dorn Town in small batches, and then sold the small batches of black goods at normal or low prices in the underground black market without revealing their identities.

Who to sell to? Anyone can.

If bad luck, or say good? The chamber of commerce whose goods have been robbed can still buy back their lost goods at a low price here.

According to common sense, merchants hated the bandits who robbed caravans. Of course, they wished that all the bandits who caused them to lose their manpower, resources and wealth were all dead, and then they could get back their robbed goods.

But they can't do it.

They couldn't do this without considering that the Chamber of Commerce invited the lord's army to search the mountains and sieve the forest.

Everything is about cost, especially in chambers of commerce.

Trade on a commercial route has always been in a long-term confrontation between several forces, and a balanced state that everyone is relatively satisfied with has been reached.

Under today's conditions, is it possible that there are no bandits on the unmanned wild trade roads? Impossible, right? Therefore, in the case of bandits plundering trade routes, a kind of gray behavior that can benefit a small amount of bandits and return a large amount of resources to the Chamber of Commerce has been formally included in the dark side of Dorne Town after years of friction and confrontation. .

The merchants allowed the bandits to have a channel to sell the looted goods, so that the goods and materials that would have been left in the bandit's lair could be reused. And through the underground black market in Dorne Town, many chambers of commerce can also recover the resources they lost on the trade route.

Of course, the biggest losses among them are of course those small caravans and small chambers of commerce that are not properly armed.

The big chamber of commerce in Dorne Town not only has less losses on the trade route, but also can squeeze the goods resources of small and medium-sized chambers of commerce at low prices through the underground black market they indirectly manage.

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At this time, Keir followed Mr. Scott through his Chamber of Commerce building, and then roughly came to a building connected to the back door area of ​​the Burning Furnace Chamber of Commerce. The building is surrounded by tall trees for shade, and under the trees, there seem to be many vine flower stands specially designed to shield the view. Therefore, when Keel and Mr. Scott came to the building from the outside, they did not people can see.

"What's here? It's so mysterious."

Kiel looked around, and the heavily blocked building next to the back door seemed to have a strange function. There was a carriage here. face cloth.

If it was on the street outside, if he encountered such an ordinary carriage and the driver who covered his face, Kiel would not even look at it again. But such a combination appears here, it is very strange.

The carriage was not only ordinary, but it was barely able to accommodate four people. There were no common wooden opening and closing windows. From the outside, it was impossible to see whether there were people sitting inside, but how many people were sitting inside. At the same time, the people inside seemed unable to see outside the carriage.

Facing Keir's question, Mr. Scott explained: "This is a tool for people from our chamber of commerce to go to the underground black market. You know, identity, it's not appropriate for me to go there with my identity."

Keir understands that Mr. Scott is one of the main managers of the Chamber of Commerce in Dorne Town, and the underground black market does not sound like something created by the Chamber of Commerce. It is naturally inappropriate for them to go.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Scott took out two from a row of large black cloaks hanging on the wall in the room. One was a good size, and he put it on himself, while the other was taller, and he gave it to Keel.

This thing is very wide, and at the same time, there is no sign of identity on the black cloak. After wearing the wide hood of the cloak on the head, the hood with the face covering can only expose the part of the eyes, and the rest is covered. under the black cloak.

The bottom of the cloak is also longer than normal cloaks, and the hem can even touch the ground to cover the user's feet.

As for the hands of the cloak, there is a covered opening, which is convenient for both hands to pay money or take things from the inside of the cloak. Only one pair of hands is exposed, and the rest can be covered under the black cloak.

To facilitate the rings and unique tattoos on some people's hands, there are also some pairs of large brown linen gloves on a small table in this room.

Although Keir didn't have a ring or a tattoo on his hand, he saw that Mr. Scott, who wore a lot of precious stone rings, was wearing a pair of gloves, so he also wore a pair.

"So, everyone covers themselves?"

"Ahem, yes, not only people who want to buy something, but also people who sell things. It's best not to know who sold those goods, and who bought them. Ahem, it's all Things that spread out will kill people."

Mr. Scott coughed deliberately as he spoke, making his voice deeper and thicker. People who are familiar with him can naturally recognize him, but they don’t talk much. Most people can’t recognize the original owner of this voice One of the senior stewards of the Dorne Town Chamber of Commerce.

"Your voice has changed, oh yes, it's normal."

Keir reacted, and then he asked, "Do I need to change my voice on purpose?"

"You don't need it, anyway, not many people know you."

The two quickly packed up, opened the door of the carriage, and sat in.

The interior of the carriage was quite dark, because there was no opening, and the light from outside could not enter at all. And the air is more stuffy. Of course, there are only Keel and the others here, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com is fine for a short time.

Mr. Scott seemed to be very familiar with this place, he felt in the dark and didn't know what to pull, and then a small sunroof was opened between the two pairs facing the middle top of the seat.

At this time, a little light from the outside shines into the interior of the carriage from this small skylight.

Not much, but enough to allow the person sitting in the chair to see around.

There was basically nothing in the car, except for a small bell and a lanyard on the back of the seat on the driver's side.

Seeing Keel staring at the two things, Mr. Scott explained: "When we are ready, we will pull the lanyard. The driver outside will take us to a certain entrance of the underground black market. Of course, the carriage will be free in the town first. Turn around and go again."

"As for the other one, after arriving at the place, the driver pulls a lanyard on his side, and our bell will ring to tell the passengers that the place has arrived."

Kiel asked suspiciously: "But when I put on this black cloak before, the coachman was also watching us in the room. He is from your chamber of commerce, right? I don't care, I'm just curious about how you usually run this business. The whole thing."

Mr. Scott stretched out his hand from the front opening of the cloak and waved it: "It's not someone from our chamber of commerce, but a third party, the person arranged by the underground black market management force. That's why this place is arranged at the back door, away from other buildings of the chamber of commerce. "

As he spoke, Mr. Scott stretched out his hand and pulled the lanyard beside Keir.

His tone was a little dull: "As for safety, don't worry about it. The coachman, those coachmen. They can't talk."

"Why?"

"Well, they had their tongues cut out and they couldn't read."

Keel narrowed his eyes when he heard this.