Heimarian Odyssey Chapter 33: Successful transaction
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When their eyes lit up, a space of nearly 400 square meters appeared in front of them. The space is surrounded by torches, it is not dark, there are no houses, some are stalls, and they sell everything, food, weapons, slaves...
There is a group of gangsters standing casually around the entrance. These people have their arms exposed and display various tattoos, revealing that we are bad people everywhere. These people are the people watching the black market, similar to bodyguards. If anything happens, they are the ones who will solve it.
Locke swept over, except for two or three people with divine eyes and slight shoulders that made him notice, everything else seemed to him to be 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 in a mere black market is not bad." Kane said carelessly. Recently, this guy has been stimulated by Hans's promotion as a captain and a second-class soldier. He has been training hard. Now he has almost the strength of a second-class soldier. This big talk is also qualified.
Gulas did not speak, but showed an expression of interest in the gangsters, fearing that his hands were itchy.
After getting along with each other recently, Kerby knows what this group of people is, and quickly took the lead to the center of the black market. Generally, the biggest sellers on the black market are there, and only those who can eat their silver dele, and will not in trouble.
The group of gangsters stayed here all day. In addition to eating and waiting for death, they naturally also developed the ability to look at people. The look of Gulas, Hans and others watching their prey makes this group very unhappy, no The two of them took the lead, and this group of people might have gone up to find fault long ago.
The two little bosses are also savvy people. At first glance, they know that these people are not easy to provoke, who can survive the war and are still good people, which is stupid, and quickly restrains his men. "Who is causing trouble for Lao Tzu, I won't let him see the moon tonight." One of the little leaders with a scar on his face said to his hand viciously.
When Locke and the others walked into the center of the black market, they found that there was actually the only room in the space below, a small room measuring only 30 square meters, which was extremely crowded after Locke's people entered.
"Do you have any requests from the guests?" A gloomy and dry voice came from the Rockets while they were still walking around the small room. An old man in his 60s and 70s sat behind the only counter in the room and asked .
This house is very strange. There are no goods. There are only shelves and paper strips. On each shelf, there is a paper strip with the list of goods written on it. At a glance, there are 20 or 30 shelves. It seems that this house is indeed not small, but most of them are food types and a few daily necessities. There are only a few weapons, such as daggers and daggers, and armor. No one.
Kerby is of course very good at dealing with this kind of thing, "Old guy, this time I brought you big business, it depends on whether you can eat or not." After all, I told Hans and Gullas. With a wink, the two of them took out the purse from their back waist and threw them heavily on the counter. A few people discussed it before, and Kerby came forward to trade, and a few people played the role of entourage.
At first, the old man was dissatisfied with Kerby’s words, showing a contemptuous look, but paid more attention to Rock’s people, but then he was awakened by the loud sound of the two purses. Of course he had lived for decades. I can hear that this is the sound of money, it doesn't seem to be a coin yet.
The old man stretched out his shriveled palm and peeled off the purse. The silvery Delek inside caught his eyes. He took out a few of them and couldn't wait to test the authenticity with his teeth. Charlo’s coin silver and other metals have a ratio of 6:3, plus 10% of impurities, while Faustin’s silver Deller has a metal ratio of 5:5, but it is better than there are few impurities, so it is harder, and the insider It is easy to distinguish true from false.
"I don't know how many people want to..." After verifying the authenticity, the old man began to look at Seluoke and others, and began to inquire about the transaction.
"We want silver coins, all of which are replaced by silver coins. If they are gold coins, it will be even higher." Kirby stated his request. Of course, silver coins are Charlott's currency, which is the same as Silver Deller's status in Faustin. , Is the most high-end currency that civilians can touch.
"Gold coins, hehe, old man, I don’t have that great skill." The old man laughed strangely, as if 100 silver delle is officially equivalent to 1 jindler, but no one wants to change it, Charles Luo is the same, the actual ratio of gold coins to silver coins is around 1:12, or even higher.
If the old man has a channel to get gold coins, these Silver Dellers estimate that they can be exchanged for 2000 silver coins, which is 20 gold coins, which is 18 gold coins. Locke also decided to trade. This is a lucrative business. Gold coins are different from silver coins. The depreciation is limited. If the 18 gold coins are collected by the logistics department, Locke will not let go if there is no 2,000 silver dele. This time a net profit of 1,600 silver dele, there is no faster money than this.
"There are no gold coins, silver coins are fine." The old man smiled, and clapped his hands. A waiter in a black robe walked in from the door, listening to the old man's instructions and then walked out.
Not long after, a larger bag was brought in by the guard of 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 go away.
Keby stepped forward and peeled the opening of the bag, which was full of silver coins.
The transaction was successfully completed. The Rocks did not stay too much in Wallier City and hurriedly returned to the camp. Originally, they brought Gulas, Hans and others to worry about being black, but they did not expect it to be a false surprise. One time, there was no eye-opening interrupting them along the way.
A total of nearly 2,000 silver coins were exchanged this time. The money was directly placed in the logistics office. It was too eye-catching. Locke took out 700 silver coins among them and asked Hans to find someone to bring them to Uncle York. The 700 silver coins were Pyoxia. The 200 silver Delernen lent him was nearly twice as valuable as it could be used to repay favors.
The rest of the money will be released in the next days. Locke has no big ambitions. He used to survive, but now he lives better. This money is only the first step. He strives to earn all his life’s pension money for himself and his family after the war, and then buy a manor under the leadership of the baron to enjoy the blessings. This is Locke’s dream. These more than 1,000 silver coins will make him leave. One step closer to my dream.
In the evening, the troops stayed beside a wood.
"Set up camp!" The yelling of the patrol clerks came, and the soldiers began to integrate orderly.
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 monsters. He is wondering if there will be demonized creatures in this forest.
"We are now in the southwest of the Bering Mountains. This forest should belong to the Bering Mountains." Uncle Yoshak rode up to Locke at some time, "I know you want to find demonized creatures to increase their strength, but I I still want to persuade you that you are still practicing honestly, and when your total amount of grudge rises, you are considering other things.
"I see, uncle."" Locke nodded.
Yorshak didn’t know that Master Sauron gave Locke the Red Sea Flower, and Locke is not a big mouth, of course, he will not publicize it everywhere. This month’s diligent practice plus two Red Sea Flower consumption, Locke’s vindictiveness is close to that of Yosha Two-thirds of Uncle Ke.
Of course, only Locke knew about this.
"The Bering Mountains are only part of the Morphy Forest. The day after tomorrow should be the city of Bemore, located in the northwest of the Bering Mountains." Yorkiak said to himself, riding a horse.
"This time the corps is assembled, there is another tough fight." Locke followed up with a horse between his legs and said.
"Winter is about to enter. The war will drag on for another year, and the soldiers will not be able to hold it." Uncle Yorkiak is getting older and knows a lot. He has a foreboding that the kingdom is almost empty. .
"Let's march in a hurry this time. Maybe it will be the first brigade to reach the Corps headquarters." Locke waved his whip and rode into the barracks.
"Perhaps, I know your kid has made a fortune. When you get to the Corps headquarters, you find a way. There are a lot of good things there!" Uncle Yorkiak laughed, and then rode into the camp.
It's late autumn, and the red clouds on the horizon are still hanging by the clouds, but there is no heat that should be emitted. The cold wind blows, and the yellow branches fall with the wind.