Chapter 33: Successful transaction

When the eyes of several people lit up, a space of nearly four hundred square meters appeared in front of them. The space is surrounded by torches, not dark, no houses, and some are stalls, selling everything, food, weapons, slaves...

Around the entrance there are a group of gangsters standing at random, these people with their arms exposed, showing a variety of tattoos, everywhere revealing how we are bad people. These people are the people who look at the market in this black market. They are similar to bodyguards. If there is anything, they will be solved by them.

Locke swept past. Except for two or three eyes, the man with a slightly raised shoulder armor surprised him. Everything else looked to him as cannon fodder.

"The two guys have the strength of third-class soldiers." Hans whispered, everyone saw it, and didn't say much.

"A black market is pretty good," Kane said carelessly. This guy was recently stimulated by Hans' promotion to the squad leader and the second-class soldiers. He has been training hard, and now he has almost the strength of the second-class soldiers. Is also eligible.

Gulas didn't speak, but just showed interest to the gang, fearing itchy hands.

After getting along recently, Kirby knew what the group was like, and quickly took the lead to the center of the black market. Generally, the biggest sellers in the black market were there, and only the Silverdler who could eat them without any trouble.

The group of gangsters stayed here all day, in addition to eating and waiting to die, they naturally developed a skill to look at people. The look of prey by Gulas and Hans and others made this group of people very uncomfortable, not they took the lead. The two were pulling, and the group was afraid they might have gone up to find fault.

The two little leaders are also smart people. At a glance, they know that these people are not easy to provoke. They can survive in the war, and they are also good people. Which one is stupid and quickly restrains his men. "Who troubles Lao Tzu, I let him see the moon tonight." One of the little leaders with a scar on his face said fiercely to his men.

When Locke and others walked into the center of the black market, they found that there was a single room in the space underneath, a small room of only 30 square meters, which seemed extremely crowded after Locke and others entered.

"Are there any requests from the guests?" When a few people were still walking around the small house, a somber dry voice came, and an old man in his sixties or seventies sat behind the only counter in the room.

The house is very strange, there is no goods, some are just shelves and paper strips, and each shelf has a paper strip with a list of goods written on it. At a glance, there are twenty or thirty racks, it seems that this house is indeed not small, but most of them are types of food and a few daily necessities, and there are only a few types of weapons, such as daggers and daggers, and armor is even more No one.

Kirby is certainly handy in dealing with such things, "Old man, this time you brought a big business, it depends on whether you can eat or not." After all, he gave Hans and Gulas a wink. The two took the money bag from their waist and threw it heavily on the counter. Several people had negotiated before, and Kirby came forward to trade, and several people played the role of entourage.

At first, the old man disagreed with Kirby's words, showing a contemptuous look, but paying more attention to Locke and others, but then he was awakened by the sound of the two money bags, and he could certainly hear it after living for decades. This is the voice of money, and it seems that it is not a coin.

The old man stretched out his shrivelled palm and peeled away the money bag, and the silver dazzling Dele Yao took his eyes. He took out a few of them and could not wait to test the true and false with his teeth. Charlotte’s ratio of silver to other metals is 6:3, plus 10% of impurities, while Forstan’s silver-dler metal ratio is 5:5, but the victory is less in impurities, so it is harder, insider It is easy to distinguish between true and false.

"I don't know how many of you are thinking..." After verifying the true and false, the old man started to look at the transaction content with Zheng Seluoke and others.

"We want silver coins, all replaced with silver coins, if it is gold coins, it will be higher." Kirby said his request, silver coins are of course Charlotte's currency, and Silverdale's status in Forstan, as civilians The most accessible currency.

"Gold coins, hey, old man, I'm not so capable." The old man laughed strangely, like 100 silver dele, although officially equal to 1 gold dele, but no one is willing to change, and Charlotte is the same. The actual ratio of gold coins to silver coins is about 1:12 or even higher.

If this old man has channels to get gold coins, these silver dlers are estimated to be able to exchange 2000 silver coins, that is, 20 gold coins, that is, 18 gold coins, and Locke also decided to trade. This is a profitable transaction. Gold coins are different from silver coins. Its depreciation is limited. Yes, if the 18 gold coins are collected by the logistics department, there will be no 2,000 silver dellers, and Locke will not let go. This time, he will earn 1600 silver dellers in a round. Nothing is faster than this.

"No gold coins, silver coins are okay." The old man smiled and clapped his hands. The servant in a black robe walked in from outside the door. After hearing the old man's orders, Fu Er walked out.

In a short while, a larger bag was sent in by four big men. It seemed that these people were all raised by this shop in the black market. After the four guards put down their bags, they went out to guard the door and did not walk away.

Kirby stepped forward and opened the bag, which was full of silver coins.

The transaction was successfully completed, and Locke did not stay too much in Warrior City, and hurriedly returned to the camp. Originally, Gulas, Hans and others were worried about eating black, but they did not expect it to be a false alarm. There was no disturbing them along the way.

A total of nearly 2,000 silver coins were exchanged this time. The money was put directly in the logistics office and was too eye-catching. Locke took out the 700 silver coins and asked Hans to find someone to bring Uncle Joshak. The 700 silver coins were lent to Joshak. His 200 silver Delane value is nearly doubled, and it can't be better for human relations.

The rest of the money will be shot one after another in the following days. Locke does not have much ambition. He used to survive, but now he lives better. This money is just the first step. He strives to earn his life and his family's pension money after the war, and then buy a manor under the baron to enjoy. This is Locke's dream. These more than 1,000 silver coins let him leave My dream is one step closer.

In the evening, the troops stayed beside a wood.

"An Ying Zhai Zhai!"

Locke was riding a horse at this time, with a dead branch in his mouth, looking at the woods not far away.

To be honest, Locke is still very curious about demonized creatures and Warcraft. He wonders whether there will be demonized creatures in this wood.

"We are now in the southwest of the Bering Mountains. This forest should belong to the Bering Mountains." Uncle Joshak rode up to Locke sometime, "I know you want to find a demonized creature to improve strength, but I still want to persuade You are still practicing honestly. Waiting for the total amount of your grudge, you are considering other things.

"Got it, uncle." Locke nodded.

Joshak did not know that Master Sauron gave Locke Red Sea Flower, and Locke was not a big mouth. Of course, he would not preach everywhere. This month of hard work and the addition of two Red Sea Flower consumption, Locke’s temper was close to that of Uncle Joshak. Two thirds.

Of course, only Locke knew about this matter.

"The Bering Mountains are only a part of the Morpheus Forest. The afternoon after tomorrow, we should be in the city of Bimore in the northwest of the Bering Mountains." Joshak said on his horse.

"This time the corps assembled, there was another tough fight." Locke said with a horse in his legs.

"It's almost winter. The war will be dragged on for another year, and the iron soldiers can't hold it anymore." Uncle Joshak is getting older and understands a lot, and already feels that the kingdom is almost empty.

"We hurriedly marched this time, saying that we might not be the first brigade to arrive at the headquarters of the regiment." Rock waved his whip and rode inside the barracks.

"Maybe, I know that your kid is rich, and when you reach the headquarters of the regiment, you can find a way, but there are many good things there!" Uncle Joshak smiled and followed him to the camp.

It was late autumn, and the red clouds in the sky were still hanging by the clouds, but they did not emit the heat they deserved. The cold wind blew through, and the yellow branches fell with the wind.