"The merchants must have warehouses to store goods." Uriel analyzed. "Since they are here to discuss the trivial matter of indulgences, they must also be opening a market in Holly Town."
"Only if they really only have one thing," Sauron pointed out.
"I'm sure they're not the same as the mysterious buyer," he told the ring. "Use my magic."
Needless to say, it is certainly not divine magic, and Gaia's domain does not include fate or precognition. He used the power of the Nameless One in the early morning to make the journey so smooth. Uriel, York and Joey had adventured in the mountains, forests and snowy peaks, but this was the first time in the city. He wasn't even sure he could get a warning from the guards, let alone find any reliable source. He only asked these questions from the old mercenary after he suffered a loss. The owner of the Monkey Bar is greedy, but he is not stingy in giving advice to his juniors. He loves nothing more than to boast about his experience. In the end, that was all he could talk about.
As for the mysterious buyers... Uriel could probably guess their identities. Bloomnot's vampire Gardner is still locked in the dungeon. After interrogation, the Sheriff's Department learned that the source of the tobacco was indeed Eastman, but they could not intervene on the ground for the time being.
"I can go to the vampire camp." He suddenly thought, "I can always find clues about those two businessmen."
"The Vampire Domain is within the vassal territory of the Oath Keepers Alliance." The ring poured cold water on it. "As for being in Eastman, I haven't seen much activity with these guys."
"That's strange. Shouldn't you know all about Eastman's various mysterious forces?"
"How could such a small character be remembered by the wise Mr. Gessen?" 』The ring is still so confident about the fact that he can't help. "They are also the sworn enemies of the Glorious Council and probably disappeared from Eastman fifteen years ago."
I knew you were unreliable. Uriel rolled his eyes mentally. "If we wait a little longer, we'll go find trouble with them."
"Who do you know again?"
"A silversmith. Of course, he is also a mysterious creature." He doesn't know me yet. But there is no need to tell Sauron this.
"Silversmith?" ” Ring suddenly became alert.
The dawn gradually faded, and more customers came to the store. The old mercenary ordered the waiter to entertain them, leaving only two women. "Come back tonight!" he said without question. "Otherwise, my nephew will send you all to the dungeon." The prostitutes left through the back door, some carrying the jewelry or coins they earned. A singer sat on an empty barrel and began to strum the strings. When he sang a strange song, the crows on the rafters flapped their wings and flew away.
There were so many adventurers fighting over the dirty round tables and benches that seemed to have emerged from the ground. The lamps and candles were blown out, every window was opened, the noise was carried into the street, a cool breeze and the sound of bells came into the house. Uriel waited for the outcome of the argument at the table across from him. A drunkard in a red turban argued with a tall, thin man in leather armor, pushing each other. Of course it was easy for the latter to deal with a drunk guy. However, when he was about to sit down proudly, the old mercenary asked him to wait aside. "Are you blind?" he shouted, "There is someone here!" He pulled out an inconspicuous wooden sign behind the cup and slapped it on the table. As expected, his poor nephew was brought out again.
Sauron sneered at him: "It's time for this old man to retire." If his nephew heard this, he would be terribly annoyed.』
"So his nephew doesn't come often." Uriel said, "His nephew is the squad leader of the patrol knights. As a result, there are fewer people to manage security near the bar. No wonder people are willing to come here."
After a long while, Zhihuan held back a sentence. "I finally understand the benefits of Yotsuye Castle"
I also understand the downsides of rules everywhere. Uriel thought exactly the opposite. Before entering Holly Town, he never thought that there was such a side to the life of an adventurer. Even though he had been there once in a dream, and the encounter was hardly smooth, he still found every corner here to be very interesting. "There is no such place in Brumnot," he said softly. "There may be one in the outer world, but I have never seen it. I have to say, I like it here."
Ring did not answer. As Mr. Eze said, Uriel belonged to a life of adventure. But when he didn't know that he had such an opportunity, he kept the longing in his heart. No one knows the path under his feet better than him now.
A man in a fur hat led the sheep across the yard outside the pub, tying the animals under the same hayloft as Uriel's horse. Uriel shook the cup to melt the frost inside. He put on a cloak but did not cover his head and face, pretending to be mysterious. Old mercenaries would estimate whether a stranger was worth blackmailing, but not this man.
"He's here." The apprentice looked at the man sitting at the table reserved by the old mercenary. A few people tried to see the joke, but they were quickly disappointed. The old mercenary poured him a glass of mead. This table was reserved by him.
"Chana." The adventurer with green stripes around his eyes raised his glass to him. "you are still alive."
Channa took off his hat. "You'd better treat me as dead." He smiled bitterly, "I don't have the money to pay you back now."
"Dead people can write off accounts." The other party did not agree.
"Anyway, I have no money." Chana asked the old mercenary for credit again. Surprisingly, the boss relented reluctantly. It seems that the friendship between them is deeper than the wine in the glass. "The price of materials has increased recently."
"Someone is buying magic materials?" asked the man with white scales on his fingers. He sat not far from Uriel.
"Maybe there's something wrong with the supply of goods." Chana shook his head, "There's no business anyway." He drank the wine in a few gulps and put his hat back on. He has a long face, with gray hair, and a ring of hair flattened by a hat brim that is close to his scalp. The mead lifted his spirits, but his expression under the shadow remained gloomy. He rubbed his hands together to even out the heat before going outside.
"Why are you going?" the old mercenary asked.
"Isn't this obvious? Of course I'm going to sell the sheep." Chana answered without looking back. His shoes were stained with mud and he rubbed them against the wooden posts. No one asked where he was going, and more adventurers poured into the house. The table is no longer reserved, thus triggering a new round of competition.
Uriel left quietly without touching a drop of the wine in the glass. He stopped Channa outside the stables. "Business." He asked Chana to stop.
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"A silversmith cannot conjure silver out of thin air." The man in the leather hat looked at him suspiciously. "If you want me to start work, you have to bring the materials yourself, kid. Remember to ask about the situation outside before going out. It's not easy to be an adventurer."
"I've heard this once," Uriel said.
"The old mercenary is verbose again, right?" Chana chuckled. He didn't know that what Uriel said was actually what he saw in a dream, and that he said these words himself.
"Can you handle the dagger? I just need to inlay the blade with silver." Uriel asked. Dealing with the vampire's mysterious minerals is basic knowledge, Joey had told him. The apprentice is very interested in these things, and even if the instructor just wants to pour the knowledge into his head and adopts a forced teaching method, he can still remember most of them.
"Dealing with vampires, right?"
"It seems I'm not the first."
"That's right, but none of them can bring their own mithril, and my warehouse has long been empty." Chana made no secret, "So if you want me to work, the current price is not low. Maybe it is better than those two stupid ones." Prices for eggs are even higher. People are waiting for material prices to come down."
This is a no-brainer. The cost is close to or even higher than the profit, and no fool will come to the door. Uriel thought to himself that even if they knew that Holly Town was not the only vampire involved in Sovero's tobacco business, they wouldn't be able to find them one by one. In addition to being a mysterious person who deals with vampires. But most of these people do it for professional reasons, not to change hands of their goods.
The apprentice is different. He made up his mind to bring back the children who were sold away, so let alone the blood merchants selling tobacco, even if he met a random guy with bat wings on the road, he would ask about it. If it can be solved through communication, there will be no need for a knife. However, encountering combat is to be expected. "I have the materials—" Silversmith Chana's eyes lit up, and the apprentice felt pain in his fingers. He persisted and finished his sentence: "...but time is very tight."
The other party agreed wholeheartedly and asked Uriel if he could sell him some magic materials.
He felt his fingers hurt even more, but he forced himself not to laugh. Uriel's mithril comes from Brumnot. This metal is widely used and is a popular ritual material. But even if the tower is not short of mysterious minerals, Uriel will not carry any mithril with him...but Sauron seems to have some in reserve. Right now the ring was annoyed that Uriel wanted to take advantage of its warehouse.
When it was in the White Tower, it was afraid of the Earl of Red Valley because of the hidden mithril. Although this guy had lied before, the secret was exposed in Uriel's dream. The apprentice could imagine that Sauron was puzzled by the revelation of his secret. No matter what it wants to do, it can't be discovered. It will only become angry.
The strength of the ring grew stronger and stronger, making him want to cut off his finger. "I don't have much reserves." Uriel accepted it as soon as possible, otherwise Mr. Gessen would really fall out.
"How did you know?" After Chana left, Sauron asked.
You told me. After Uriel found the vampires in the dream, his attacks were unable to harm them, and the ice blade was corroded by the blood fire catalyzed by Sovero. And Sauron of the Ring, as always, made sarcastic remarks during the battle, showed him the mithril he had reserved, and ridiculed him for being hot-headed and rushed to the door.
"I guessed it." Uriel teased. "Now you don't have to worry about being eaten by Earl Ellanor. No need to thank me." Suddenly, his fingers were pinched again. It seemed that it would take a while for the ring's anger to be extinguished, but no matter what, its vicious mouth finally learned its lesson.
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