Mercenaries and Adventurers

Carry out theft on territory guarded by the Thieves Guild. If that person is not stupid, he is deliberately provocative.

As for the fate, although Mr. Scott seldom heard of such things happening here, but there are still, and the fate of those people is a mystery.

The person who committed the crime evaporated and disappeared out of thin air. This is the result that makes other people shudder when they think about it, because it can stimulate everyone's imagination very well, and rely on personal imagination of all the worst possibilities to remind others—don't make small moves in the underground black market.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the great reputation of the Thieves Guild are obviously not fake.

It is said that in the first few years after the Thieves Guild took over the black market affairs in Dorne Town, some troublesome things still happened, most of which were caused by rude and stupid bandits, and those bandits who would hide in remote mountains and forests once they committed crimes, I heard After annoying the Thieves Guild, he quietly disappeared from the world.

After all, to be able to draw coins out of your pocket in broad daylight is also possible to send a sharp, poisoned dagger into your soft belly in the dark.

Mr. Scott smiled, and pointed upwards, motioning for Knight Kiel to look up.

At this time, when Kiel looked up, he noticed that in the bright underground street, the top was not a common simple rock passage top, but at intervals, an abstract weird face was deliberately carved.

Human-like but not human, twisted and grotesque but artistically beautiful.

The face was several meters in size, and was carefully carved on the top of the passage, facing a large section of street stalls and black cloaks who were trading.

Keel noticed that in this strange carved facial pattern, there was only one door-sized eye placed in the center of the face, and when Kiel raised his head to look at that eye, there was a small spot in the center of the eye , blinked his eyelids suddenly, then rolled his eyes, and looked at Kiel curiously.

So they looked up and down, and the two sides were in a stalemate for a moment. In the end, Kiel pulled the corner of his mouth and looked away, while the other party seemed to be curious about him, and continued to stare at Kiel.

Keir asked Mr. Scott in a low voice: "What is that? Whose eyes are it?"

Mr. Scott seemed to have expected Keir's reaction and question at this time, and he said with a slight smile: "What else can it be, a magic mechanism? A mysterious monster? A divine power sculpture? Neither, that is the house above the street The secret observation and surveillance station in the city is used to monitor the behavior of everyone on the street."

"I know what you want to ask. In fact, there are people lying on the top. As long as there are people who come to buy things below, they will lie on the top and monitor the transactions below. Prevent theft, fraud, fights and other unruly behaviors. Even those who take the initiative to expose the disguise of other people will be punished by the management personnel responsible for order called by the people who saw it."

Keir was speechless, he curled his lips, he didn't expect it to be an artificial 'camera', he thought it was something strange.

However, relying on this simple and primitive method to maintain order at low cost and maintain a sense of mystery, the Thieves Guild is quite good at it. If it wasn't for the explanation of Mr. Scott, who is the joint backbone of the Dorne Town Chamber of Commerce, Keir would have been bluffed.

The huge weird face at the top of the passage, and the movable one-eye on the face, are really easy to be associated with mysterious things for the first time.

"By the way, that face? Why is it carved so weirdly?"

Keir's words made Mr. Scott suddenly nervous: "What's weird! Please speak carefully. It's the face of the God of Darkness, a great existence that those people believe in. It's not weird. Be careful not to let others I heard it."

Keir thought to himself: ‘God of Darkness? '

What kind of **** is this? He hasn't heard much about it, and he has never seen this church and temple before.

Fearing that Knight Kiel would say something about the top of his head again, Mr. Scott took Kiel's black cloak to the stall next to the underground street, and motioned for Kiel to have a look for himself and buy what he needed.

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Although he was still curious about the Thieves Guild and the God of Darkness, Keel knew what he was here for, so he collected his thoughts and concentrated on shopping.

Although the stalls next to the underground street are simple and straightforward, it is obvious that the black merchants who set up the stalls are also operating well. Each small stall even has its own unique name, but the name here is different from the traditional shop in Dorn Town above, it is more stylish and weird, and there is no unique hanging signboard here, but Take a small wooden board, write the name of the shop and draw a simple pattern on it, and find a support stick to support it behind the wooden booth.

As soon as Keel and the others came in, the stall on the right hand had a funny name called [Lame Old Dog]. Kiel didn't see any dogs for sale at the stall, so it is estimated that the name was given by the stall merchant. Take it for self-deprecation.

Because when Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott approached the booth, he noticed that the booth merchant who got up to greet him had some inconvenience in his movements, and seemed to have problems with his legs and feet.

"Welcome, both of you. What do you want? I'm here to buy low-priced items from the disbanded bandits. Although they are not in short supply now, I can still make a fortune by finding ways to get them elsewhere."

As soon as the stall trader opened his mouth, his hoarse voice made people frown, and he didn't know whether the man spoke with a hoarse voice on purpose, or whether his voice was really like this after drinking. A smell of alcohol also wafted over. It is estimated that when this guy was sitting at the back of the booth just now, he used the booth in front of him to drink secretly.

The main thing is that people who come and go can't see the covered face, so this is why I have to hide and drink secretly.

Keel looked at the physical goods on display at his booth and found that the booth sold various iron pots. These iron pots come in different shapes and sizes, but they are not very big. They are suitable for four or five people to eat, not the rice pots that can be used for more than ten people in ordinary farmers' homes.

After a little analysis, it can be seen that these iron pots are not the kind used at home, but small camping pots used for camping in the wild when traveling.

Another feature of this kind of small iron pot is that they have hooks that can be hung on the side of the pot, so that people can hang them to cook and eat.

If it is an iron pot for personal use at home, the blacksmith will generally ask the blacksmith to make an iron pot that can be put on it for cooking according to his own stove. Or, let the size of your own stove be built according to the iron pot you already have.

And if you think about it, how did these seemingly ordinary camping iron pots come about?

Behind every pot, does it represent a violent robbery process inside?

Smacking his lips, Keel was a little bit embarrassed, but he thought about it, this thing is not for him anyway, so he doesn't need to care about it.

"How did you sell it?"

Keel asked.

The stall merchant pointed to the wooden sign next to the iron pot on the shelf, with the price marked on it.

An ordinary camping iron pot only costs 30 copper coins. The price of the same thing on the market is more than 50 copper coins.

Considering that iron pots are all made of iron, and the weight is not light, even if it is melted into iron materials for money, it is estimated that there will not be much difference. Obviously, this price is very cost-effective.

Keir glanced at Mr. Scott, and then said to the stall merchant: "Of course I saw it, but I don't just buy one, if I buy more than one, what is the price?"

The other party's eyes lit up and he immediately continued: "It's easy to say, easy to say, the price discount is different for different quantities. So, how many do you want? Give me the number, and I can do the math."

Now in Kiel’s team, many people are still queuing up to cook and eat at meal times. The cooking pots are not enough. Although they are barely enough, if more pots are used for cooking, the time consumed after camping every day Shorter.

And after settling down, the current size of the team will obviously further disperse the living. Over time, people who are familiar with each village will eventually gather together and act, and become scattered living in each household.

With this in mind, Keir stretched out his hand to compare the numbers, and said softly, "Fifteen, what's the price?"

Fifteen pots, this amount is not small. The stall merchant rubbed his nose in the hood, and said excitedly: "The price of fifteen pots should be four hundred and fifty copper coins. Well, how about I save fifty copper coins for you? It's cheap, isn't that interesting?"

"Four hundred copper coins? Less! Less!"

"I can't lower it any more. If I lower it again, I'll lose money." The wine-smelling stall businessman waved his hand and refused, but Kiel shrugged: "The broken pot I received from the bandits probably has a lot of blood in it." , I use it for cooking, it's bad luck and makes people uncomfortable, it's not easy to sell, right?"

He raised his chin. Although it was not obvious that he was wearing a hood, it was obvious that Keel was implying that these iron pots were harder to sell than other things.

"Another fifty copper coins, three silver and fifty copper coins, I'll buy it now. After selling these today, you can go home and pack it up, go to the tavern to relax, it's better than drinking secretly here. how?"

It seemed that the young man Kiel had told him about drinking secretly. This man hesitated for a moment, considering whether to give up this business that only earned more than two silver coins and continue to spend the day here doing nothing, or just do it. With this business, use the money you earn to go to the tavern to relax.

For a dedicated businessman, of course the former is the choice. Although the former will lose a deal that is about to be concluded, the iron pot will not be broken anyway. According to the practice of not taking advantage of the transaction, it is a loss. Of course, it is to keep the product to earn the next person's money.

But don't underestimate the appeal of a hard drink to an alcoholic.

It's all business anyway, it's just the difference between earning more and earning less. And secretly drinking in the underground black market, compared with bragging in a tavern, drinking and eating meat, is there any choice for an alcoholic.

"Deal, cash, trade now, three silver and fifty copper!"

The stall businessman punched his fist in his hand and directly concluded the deal.

So Kiel fumbled in the purse and took out four silver coins of the kingdom.

"Here! Do you want me to give you some change?"

The stall merchant cursed angrily, then counted out fifty copper coins one by one in his purse, and placed five stacks of copper coins on the wooden stall. And Kiel also jingled the four silver coins, and handed them one by one to the other party's outstretched hand.

"How should I transport the iron pots I bought?"

Keir asked Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott simply raised his right hand and waved towards the eyes in the center of the strange face above.

Soon, after that eye retracted for a moment, a black cloak decorated with patterns came from the front passage.

As soon as this person came, he asked about the content of the transaction amidst the compliments of the merchants who set up the stall, and then he didn't know how to contact him, so two black cloaks carrying wooden boxes came. Someone came to help pack the iron pot that Keel bought into the wooden container that just fit.

While they were busy, Keel asked Mr. Scott in a low voice: "What is the origin of this man dressed differently?"

Mr. Scott explained: "It's an underground black market boy who helps deliver goods. Don't look at being complimented, but he has nothing to do with it. Later, he will ask you where to help deliver the goods. Are you sending the goods? Send it to the open space where your people are? Or send it to me first, and I will arrange people to send it to you?"

Keir didn't care about the operating rules of the underground black market, and replied directly: "Just send it to me."

"But it's easy for people to guess your identity?"

Keir shrugged: "I don't really care. If UU reads the book www.uukanshu.com, you will know it. Or is that organization afraid to contact me?"

"How come, there is nothing they dare not do."

Sure enough, as Mr. Scott said, after putting the iron pot bought by Keele into the box, he walked up to Kiel with a black cloak with a unique decorative pattern on his body, and asked in a young voice: "Where is this?" Mr. Wei, where do you send the goods you buy to the town? Or other places? We don’t charge for door-to-door delivery within the town. But to other places outside the town, we calculate the price according to the distance and weight.”

Kiel leaned into the other party's ear and whispered, "Send it to the newly built southern open space outside the town, and hand it over to the refugee team there. Is this outside the town? What's the price?"

Keir clearly felt that after he said the place, the young black cloak froze for a moment.

The man was stunned for a while, as if he was judging something, and then responded: "If it's there, because, uh, because it's close enough to the town, we won't charge you this time."

After all, the man said in a slightly louder voice: "Please rest assured to give us the things, we will deliver the things you bought in the black market to the place you specify. Please continue to look around, there are many kinds of things here , cheap, but please don't ask where they all come from."

"Farewell."

After finishing speaking, the black cloak decorated with unique patterns hurried away.

Keir chuckled, waved at the alcoholic stall merchant who was about to close the stall, and walked to the next stall with Mr. Scott.

At the next booth, the stall merchants are already gearing up, ready to receive Keel and the other two.