Mercenaries and Adventurers

The businessman at this stall stared at Kiel and the two with scorching eyes, thinking that the business must be open today.

But unexpectedly, Keel just glanced at the stall with many short knives and daggers on the wooden shelves, and called Mr. Scott to the next one.

"Hey, hey? Are all the things in my house good? My guest, why don't you come and take a look?"

The voice of the stall trader was rough, obviously not his original voice, but a deliberately pretended voice.

Keir shrugged: "Sorry, I don't have a shortage of these things for eating."

As soon as these words came out, the businessman who set up the stall sat down discouraged, complaining in a low voice about the **** robbers and the like. In recent days, many bandit gangs that robbed commercial roads have disbanded, so many small weapons that the bandits made or robbed themselves are all over the streets.

Normal shops on the ground above rarely sell such second-hand weapons and equipment that have done dirty work, so these things are digested and traded, in addition to being melted into iron materials, more good-looking ones are taken underground traded on the black market.

Kiel had led people to wipe out several bandit gangs' lairs in a row before, and these short weapons of short knives and daggers had already made one of his team.

He doesn't need it, and doesn't like it.

Although the short knives placed on the wooden shelves all look good, they are considered boutique. But what kind of weapons are prepared for the armed people under Kiel who don't have much combat effectiveness, in fact, they are not too different.

They only need basic weapons. What really lacks in combat effectiveness is actually the courage and skills in combat. With these things as a base, the quality of the weapon in hand can affect the combat effectiveness.

Walking past this stall, Keel and Mr. Scott continued to the next stall.

"I thought you needed these things urgently."

"How come? I have enough people and things under my hands, or even too much."

Keir shook his head and looked embarrassed: "I was attacked by a gang of bandits before. After defeating the bandits, there are as many weapons as there are bandits. These things are the last thing we need now."

The name of the next booth is [Sneeze]. The name is very strange, but compared with the products on the shelf, I think this name is more clever.

This stall sells seasonings.

The most conspicuous are several sacks of coarse salt, and fine salt in clay pots protected by twine.

Since the Kingdom of St. Halls itself produces salt, the price of salt in this inland country is not high, and the general public eats this yellowish coarse salt.

As for fine white salt that is the same color as snow, only the rich and noble can afford it.

Reflected in the price, the price difference between the two is twenty times.

The price of a catty of coarse salt is about five copper coins, while the price of fine salt is one hundred copper coins per catty. Considering that salt has to be eaten every day, every meal, even if the people can afford fine salt, they can't afford it.

For coarse salt, buy it in large pieces and smash it into pieces with a mallet or hammer, and then grind it into powder. If you don’t consider the bitterness in the salty taste, you can’t really tell the difference when you add it to meals.

Of course, this stall selling seasonings is not the only product of salt. It's just that as black goods purchased from bandits, what bandits rob more often is the salt caravans that transport and resell.

As for other seasonings, people generally only use fresh plant seasonings grown near the place of residence. The expensive dried southern seasonings are seldom robbed by bandits, so they are reflected in the underground black market. These precious things are carefully protected by small metal cages made of metal by the stall businessman on wooden shelves.

Thinking that the two of them are rich people, the stall businessman tried his best to recommend those 'cheap' expensive seasonings to Kiel, but he didn't know that Kiel only wanted to buy some coarse salt to go back.

Considering finding a safe place to settle down in the future, it is difficult to say when the next time I will buy coarse salt in large quantities is the necessity under the current situation, so Keel thinks that I should buy more coarse salt this time.

Especially these things in the underground black market are really cheap.

"Sir, sir, come and see this. The fragrant island pepper is rare and valuable in the local area. I won it with great difficulty from a gambler who doesn't know the goods. Such a small bag, as long as Ten gold coins for you! If it weren’t for the bad roads, I would have transported them to a big city to find someone to sell them! Guaranteed three times the profit, it’s just such a small bag, look, this opportunity is only available now some!"

After hearing the triple profit, Kiel's eyes, which were originally paying attention to the quality of coarse salt, were dragged by his ears to the innermost part of the booth, where he landed on a plate of granulated spices in a small metal cage by the merchant's hand.

I went over to have a look, and found that these things were a bit strange except for the color. They were purple and blue granular spices, but they smelled pretty good.

Even if these spices are not used to make luxurious food, they are very effective if they are just smelled and refreshed.

But Mr. Scott next to him just followed him for a glance, and then secretly grabbed Keel, who was about to move.

He whispered, "Don't be fooled by this man."

"What? Is there a problem?"

Keir was a little puzzled. This thing looks like spice, smells like spice, its name is spice, and the price is what spice should be, isn't it?

In this regard, Mr. Scott sneered, and explained to Keir in a low voice: "The island pepper produced in coastal countries is not purple with blue in color, it is pure purple in color, and the blue is damp and moldy. It's just that Because the spice itself has a strong smell, if you don’t look at the color, you can’t smell the musty smell after mold. When the spices can smell musty, then they are all ruined.”

It's good that Keir heard the explanation from Mr. Scott, who is in charge of the Chamber of Commerce, otherwise he would really be cheated by the black-hearted businessmen at this stall.

Three times the profit, the other party gave a perfect reason for not taking this profit return, if you don't pay attention, you will really be cheated.

With a cold snort, Kiel no longer looked at the expensive spices, but pointed to the yellowed coarse salt in the burlap bag at the front of the booth: "I want five sacks of coarse salt, what's the price?"

Seeing that Keel, the black cloak, would not buy his spices, the stall trader gave the meddling Mr. Scott a hard look, and then replied in an inattentive voice: "Are you counting by weight, or By the bag?"

"Why is it calculated by weight? How is it calculated by bag?"

Keel asked.

"According to the weight, let's carry the sack containing coarse salt, weigh it on the weight scale provided by the underground black market, and calculate the money. Skip the weight of the sack itself, and the heavy coarse salt will be paid according to the price written on the sign. Give as much money as you want."

"As for the bag, I will say a price for one bag, and you will say a price, and finally agree on a price that both parties are satisfied with. However, the price of a bag will be taken away directly."

The black cloaked businessman sat down on the wooden chair next to the booth, crossed his legs and explained to Keel.

The former is a little more troublesome, but fortunately there will be no mistakes. The latter is much simpler and has the opportunity to buy cheaper things at a lower price.

However, the sources of goods in the underground black market are not very formal. According to Kiel, the goods here are much cheaper than the goods in the shops above. It is not impossible to negotiate the price of coarse salt, at least Keir knew that Mr. Scott beside him must have this ability.

But he has a lot of things to do today, and he doesn't have the leisure time to bargain with this dishonest stall merchant in this place that looks like an underground mausoleum.

Can't do it.

"In this case, let's calculate by weight. How much does your bag weigh?" Keel asked, pointing to the sack containing coarse salt.

The only eye the businessman showed rolled his eyes, and then he said indifferently: "A bag of eighty kilograms. How many bags do you want?" (As before, the weight units in the story are all familiar modern units.)

Eighty kilograms is a lot. If a young man goes to work in the fields, he will not be able to eat a catty of salt in a month. It is about the amount needed for two people to work. Such a bag of coarse salt is enough to feed nearly 400 people for a month. Of course, this is the case when all four hundred people work daily and need to supplement salt.

Considering the situation on Keir's side, based on the salt situation in the next year, he needs at least twenty bags of salt. Of course, it is not necessary to use so much in practice, because many people in the team do not participate in heavy physical labor, and there is not so much work for them to do. Many people just walk every day and then rest.

Keir doesn't need to think so far for those refugees.

Therefore, only thinking about half a year, Keir said: "Then I want ten bags of coarse salt, and you weigh it for me."

The stall merchant had nothing to do. After confirming that Kiel was willing to buy, he reached out and called the people from the underground black market, and asked him to carry ten bags of coarse salt to a heavy scale not far away for weighing.

Not far away, there is a heavy scale at the 'junction' ahead, which is also provided by the Thieves Guild to the underground black market.

When Mr. Scott was weighing coarse salt, he told Keir that the black market used the scales of their respective merchants, so many contradictions and problems arose. When the scales at the black market stalls were inaccurate, some people who had suffered a loss came forward. And if the buyer's own scale is inaccurate, it is easy to cause conflicts.

These transactions are often accompanied by fights and bloodshed, which also leads to chaos in the black market. Merchants who set up stalls and buy things have to bring thugs and self-defense guys.

Soon, after carrying it back and forth with a trolley and weighing it several times, the people in the underground black market gave a fair and accurate weight. Of course, this does not include the weight and money of the sack, but those who choose to buy in this way will not care A few sacks were used as money for coarse salt.

After paying the money, it will be the same as before. The members of the Thieves Guild will arrange to send the ten bags of coarse salt to the place designated by Kiel.

"You said, if someone uses this method of concealing his identity to buy a lot of cheap and useless things, and pile up the door of a certain hostile store, so that the other party cannot open the store. How should such a thing be counted?"

Keir was whimsical, remembering in his previous life, pretending to be someone else to order food to prank people. So he put the question to Mr. Scott.

Mr. Scott was quite speechless. Last night he thought Knight Kiel was a very powerful and capable young knight, but after looking at it today, he is a young man with such boring thoughts.

"So, if someone really did this, then this guy who used that organization to tease other people and make trouble for the hostile store. I can guarantee that he will be found dead in a dirty alley in a few days .”

"died?"

"It can be dead or not. Some things cannot be touched in a joking way, such as the dignity of large organizations."

Kiel nodded, and the two continued on their way.

Afterwards, they called [Want to eat eggs? ] at the booth, bought a batch of layer hens with cages, and of course roosters as breeders.

The poultry of the fleeing people had been eaten and robbed long ago on the road. Even though they did not forget to bring the poultry of each family when they fled from their respective hometowns, they still failed to keep the poultry including the poultry in the various twists and turns along the way. All kinds of domesticated animals.

Some people didn't even keep their family dogs, and if they were any closer, they should lose their children.

Fortunately, even the bandits would not go to **** the children of the refugees, because for the bandits, children are noisy and troublesome, and it is far better to grab some peasant women they fancy.

Of course, since there are poultry sellers in the underground black market, there are also stalls that sell livestock.

It's just that there is a rule not to allow big animals to enter here, so as not to let the big animals who can't see the outside world and feel anxious and nervous mess up the underground black market.

So the Thieves Guild used a method to replace the inspection of livestock on the spot.

To put it simply, they check on behalf of customers who buy things on the underground black market, and then they issue an authentic and reliable document marking the specific condition of the animal.

They marked the good places and the bad places, so that the purchasers can directly understand the real situation of the animals displayed on the wooden signs through text.

I have to say that it is ironic that the Thieves Guild can provide a real and reliable fair place for merchants who are afraid of them.

However, the black market spontaneously organized by the merchants had been very chaotic before the Thieves Guild took over. It even required special corpse collectors to deal with the corpses that died from fighting in the black market every day.

At least that's what Mr. Scott told Keel. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

From what he saw with his own eyes, Keir felt that Mr. Scott was not lying.

A kind of order, at least a public order recognized by everyone, no matter who maintains it, this kind of place really needs a kind of order in order to function normally.

And it is a very ironic thing that the Thieves Guild, which the merchants are reluctant to mention, arranges to maintain the order here.

After buying laying hens and breeders, Keel went to the livestock booth and displayed the wooden signs of the animals, giving him a very 'punk' experience. He looked at the words and pictures on the signs and spent money to buy them. There are several pack horses that can't be seen.

This experience, I have to say, is really weird. Especially for Kiel, it's so weird.

There is a feeling of buying cars and motorcycles through online stores in offline brick-and-mortar stores. Moreover, there is no physical display in the offline physical store. The businessman at the booth confidently pointed to the wooden sign with a picture of a horse, asking Kiel to buy boldly, and patted his chest to ensure what the sign looked like. The actual animal in hand was what it looks like.

It's so punk that Keel doesn't know how to spit it out.

From then until noon, Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott spent money on various purchases in the underground black market in the shape of "Feng". Of course, they are all things that people will use every day, and the price is not expensive.

With the previous example of 'Sea Island Pepper', Keir no longer dared to spend money on some small and expensive products that the stall merchants claimed to be able to make a lot of money by monopolizing them.

On the contrary, Mr. Scott bought several paintings that were sold at a low price, as well as a silver kettle, and his voice showed that he had taken advantage of it.

Keel was very upset.