Chapter 255, Iron Pot and [Lame Old Dog]

Commit theft on territory guarded by the Thieves Guild. If that person is either stupid or deliberately provocative.

As for the fate, although Mr. Scott rarely heard of such things happening here, it still happened, and the fate of those people was a mystery.

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

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, and the 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 of Dorne Town, some troublesome things happened, mostly caused by rude and stupid bandits. And those bandits who hid in remote mountains and forests once they committed crimes, I heard that After angering the Thieves Guild, he quietly disappeared from the world.

After all, if you can take coins out of your pocket in broad daylight, you can naturally send a sharp and poisonous dagger into your soft belly in the dark.

Mr. Scott smiled, and he pointed upward, indicating to Knight Kiel to look up.

At this time, Kil looked up and noticed that in the bright underground streets, the top was not the usual simple rock channel top, but at intervals, there was a weird abstract face specially carved by someone.

It looks human but not human, twisted and grotesque yet artistically beautiful.

This face, which is several meters in size, is carefully carved on the top of the passage, facing a large section of street stalls below, and the black cloaks doing business.

Keir noticed that this weird carved facial pattern only had an eye the size of a door leaf placed in the center of the face, and when Keel 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 Keir curiously.

So they looked at each other up and down, and the two parties were in a stalemate for a moment. Finally, Kiel tugged at 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 they?"

Mr. Scott seemed to have anticipated Kil's reaction and question at this time. He said with a slight smile: "What else could it be, a magic mechanism? A mysterious monster? A sculpture of divine power? None, that's a house above the street. The secret observation post inside 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 top. As long as there are people coming to buy things below, they will lie on top to monitor the transactions below. To prevent theft, fraud, fights and other irregular behaviors. Even if you take the initiative to expose other people's disguises, you will be punished by the person in charge of order who is called by the person above."

Kil was speechless. He curled his lips. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an artificial 'camera'. He thought it was something strange.

However, relying on this simple and primitive method to maintain order at a low cost and maintain a sense of mystery, the Thieves Guild is quite good at it. If it hadn't been for Mr. Scott, a top executive of the Dorne Town Chamber of Commerce, to explain, Keir would have been fooled.

The huge, weird face at the top of the passage, as well as the moving one eye on the face, can easily be associated with mysterious things when you first come into contact with it.

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

Keir's words made Mr. Scott suddenly nervous: "What's weird! Please be careful what you say. That's the face of the God of Darkness, a great being that those people believe in. It's not weird. Be careful not to let others Let’s hear it.”

Kil thought silently: 'The God of Darkness? ’

What kind of god is this? He hadn't heard much about it. He had never seen this church or temple before.

Afraid that Knight Kiel would say something about the top of his head again, Mr. Scott pulled Kiel's black cloak to the stall next to the underground street and motioned to Kiel to take a look and choose to buy what he needed.

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

Although the stalls next to the underground streets are simple and straightforward, it is obvious that the illegal businessmen who set up the stalls are also running a good business. Each small stall even has its own unique name, but the name here is different from the traditional shop in Dorne Town above. It is more stylish and strange. There is no unique hanging sign here, but I took a small wooden board, wrote the name of the store and drew a simple pattern on it, and then found a supporting stick to prop it up behind the wooden stall.

As soon as Kiel and the others entered, the stall on the right was given a funny name, called [Lame Old Dog]. Kiel didn't see any dogs for sale at the stall, so it was probably the stall merchant who came up with this name. Used for self-deprecation.

Because when Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott approached the stall, he noticed that the stall merchant stood up to greet him. His movements were a little awkward, and he seemed to have problems with his legs and feet.

"Welcome you two, what do you want? I have purchased low-price items from bandits who have broken up. Although they are not in hot demand right now, you can still make a fortune by finding a way to get them elsewhere."

As soon as the stall merchant opened his mouth, his hoarse voice made people frown. It was unclear whether this person spoke hoarsely on purpose, or whether his voice had indeed become like this after drinking. The smell of wine also wafted over. It was estimated that when this person was sitting behind the stall, he secretly drank through the stall in front of him.

The main reason is that his covered face cannot be seen by people coming and going, so he has to hide and drink secretly.

Keir looked at the physical goods on his stall and found that this stall sold various iron pots. These iron pots come in different styles and sizes, and are not very big. They are suitable for four or five people, rather than the rice pots that can feed more than ten people in ordinary farmers' homes.

After a little analysis, you can see that these iron pots are not the ones used at home, but small camping pots used for camping in the wild when traveling.

Another feature of these small iron pots is that they have hanging hooks on the sides of the pot, allowing people to hang them to cook and eat.

If it is an iron pot for home use, the blacksmith will usually be asked to make an iron pot that can be placed on the stove according to the owner's own stove. Or, let your stove be built according to the size of the iron pot you already have.

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

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

Kiel smacked his lips, feeling a little disgusted, but then he thought about it, this thing was not for him anyway, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

"How to sell it?"

Kil 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 thirty copper coins. The price of the same thing on the market is usually upwards of fifty copper coins.

Considering that iron pots are made of iron and are not light in weight, even if they are melted into iron and exchanged for money, the difference is probably not much. 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 several together, how will the price be calculated?"

The other party's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "It's easy to say, easy to say. Different quantities will have different price discounts. So, how many do you want? Give me a number so I can do the math."

Now in Kiel's team, many people are still queuing up to cook at meal time. The pots for cooking are still quite lacking. Although they are barely enough, with more pots for cooking, the time consumed after setting up camp every day will be Shorter.

And after settling down, the current team size will obviously further spread out and live. Over time, people who are familiar with each other in each village will eventually gather together to live in separate households.

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

Fifteen pots, this is not a small amount. The stall merchant stretched out his hand in his hood to rub his uncovered nose, and said excitedly: "The price of fifteen pots should be four hundred and fifty copper coins. Well, how about I save you fifty copper coins? It's already the price." It’s cheap, isn’t that interesting?”

"Four hundred copper coins? Less! Less!"

"It can't be lowered. If it is lowered, I will lose money." The stall merchant, who was full of alcohol, waved his hands to refuse, but Keir shrugged: "The broken pot collected from the bandits probably has a lot of blood in it. , I use it for cooking, this is unlucky and makes people uncomfortable, isn’t it hard to sell the stuff?”

He raised his chin. Although it was not obvious with the hood, it was clear that Keir was signaling that these iron pots were less likely to be sold than other things.

"Another discount of fifty copper coins, three silver and fifty coppers, I will buy it now. After selling these today, you might as well go home to clean up and relax in the tavern. It is better than secretly drinking here. how?"

It seemed that the young man Kiel had told him about secretly drinking. The man hesitated for a moment and considered whether to give up this business that only made more than two silver coins and continue to spend the day doing nothing here, or to just do it. From this business, use the money you earn to go to the pub to have fun.

For a dedicated businessman, of course he would choose the former. Although the former will lose a deal that is about to be concluded, the iron pot is not bad anyway. According to the convention that if you don't take a big advantage in the transaction, you will lose money. Of course, you can keep the goods to make money for the next person.

But don’t ignore the appeal of a good drink to an alcoholic.

It’s all business anyway, the difference is just making more or less. Compared with drinking secretly in the underground black market and bragging about your skills in a pub, drinking and eating meat, for an alcoholic, there is no choice.

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

The stall merchant smashed his fist into his hand and sealed the deal.

So Kil groped in his purse and took out four kingdom silver coins.

"This! You want me to give you change, right?"

The stall merchant cursed angrily, then counted fifty copper coins one by one from his purse, and placed the copper coins in five piles on the wooden stall. And Keir also jingled four silver coins one by one into the opponent's outstretched hand.

"How should we transport these iron pots we bought?"

Keel asked Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott simply raised his right hand and waved towards the eye in the center of the weird face above.

Soon, after the eye retracted for a short time, a black cloak with patterned decoration came from the front passage.

As soon as this person arrived, he asked about the contents of the transaction amidst the compliments of the stall merchant. Then, without knowing how to contact him, two black cloaks carrying wooden cargo boxes came. Someone came to help put the iron pot that Kiel bought into the wooden container that just fit it.

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

Mr. Scott explained: "He is just an underground black market boy who helps deliver goods. Although he looks like he is being complimented, he actually has nothing to do with it. Later he will ask you where you want to help deliver the goods. Do you want to get the goods? Send it to the open space where your people are? Or send it to me first and let me arrange for them to be sent 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 someone to guess your identity?"

Keir shrugged: "I don't care much. Just know it if you know it. Or is that organization afraid to contact me?"

"How is that possible? There is nothing they dare not do."

Sure enough, as Mr. Scott said, after putting the iron pot that Kiel bought into the box, he walked up to Kiel in a black cloak with a unique pattern and asked in a young voice: "What's this?" Sir, where should the goods you buy be sent to the town? Or to other places? We will deliver them to your doorstep within the town for free. But to other places outside the town, we will charge based on distance and weight."

Keir 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 group of refugees there. This is outside the town, right? How to calculate the price?"

Kil clearly felt that after he told the location, the young-voiced man in black cloak was stunned for a moment.

The man was stunned for a moment, 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 that, the man said in a slightly louder voice: "Please feel free to leave your things to us, and we will deliver the things you bought on the black market to the place you designated. Please continue to look around, there are many kinds of things here , the prices are cheap, but please don’t ask where they come from.”

"Farewell."

After saying that, the black cloak with unique patterns on his body left in a hurry.

Kil chuckled, waved to the drunken stall merchant who was about to close his stall, and walked to the next stall with Mr. Scott.

At the next stall, the stall merchant was already gearing up to receive the two of them.