"How's it going?" Denver proudly stroked the velvet cushion with his hand badge and introduced, "This thing is a rare treasure. I didn't even sell it before a little nobleman offered me 20 pounds."
"If it were another person, I would definitely agree to this deal." The young man holding the cane shrugged, "This thing is not worth so much."
Hey, could it be that I met an expert?
After hearing what the other party said, Denver couldn't help but panic, but he still managed to stay calm and said:
"We can talk about it again. You seem to be a destined guy. Maybe you can find the true use of this treasure that has not yet been discovered. I won't accept so much from you."
"Maybe..." The young customer did not continue the conversation, but pointed to the small shiny iron piece beside him:
"What's the origin of this razor?"
razor?
Denver took a closer look and saw that this was the razor he had put next to him after trimming his hair. In order to maintain the image of "Captain Fantastic", Denver must trim his beard every day to look the part.
"Well..."
While he was hesitating, he was urgently searching in his mind for the anecdotes he had heard from the public.
"Oh - to tell you the truth, I originally planned to keep this thing myself. This is Blackadder's razor."
After thinking for a moment, Captain Denver once again began to make up nonsense stories.
"Blackadder?"
The originally calm face of the black-haired young man finally showed a strange and surprised look.
It looks like the opportunity has finally come. Naturally, Denver refused to let go of this sales opportunity and started telling stories with sputtering words:
"Haven't you heard of the recent anecdotes? On a dark and windy night, a dark knight riding a blood-red horse and wearing armor haunts the dark streets and alleys, punishing those who lurk in the dark night. of unjust people.”
"...The street performers in the tavern also composed a song for him, "The Dark Knight," and even the children selling newspapers on the street could hum it."
As he spoke, Denver hummed a few lines, but the popular ditty became distorted in his voice, so that the young customer in front of him had to interrupt him:
"This... I really didn't expect such a thing. Has anyone seen what this knight looks like?"
"Of course not, or... there are too many opinions about his identity. Some say he is a foreigner from the south, some say he is a descendant of "Yangyan" Hal, and some say he actually comes from The Silver Knight returned from hell. "
There is an even more horrifying statement. Under the black armor is actually a wriggling mass of flesh and blood. But Denver didn't say that. After all, a lump of flesh and blood didn't need a razor, and he wouldn't be able to sell anything.
"How did the Silver Knight go to hell? Isn't he a hero?" the young man asked doubtfully.
"Um...well, I just heard it from hearsay." Denver hesitated.
Guelt is naturally a model of knights. He abides by his oath and knightly code throughout his life. I am afraid that his only fault in this life is to be loyal to people like Richard II.
A noble knight paired with an unscrupulous monarch, it is difficult to have both loyalty and justice...
Of course, Wooden-Legged Denver would not dare to say this in front of others even if he died.
"In short, this razor is one of Blackadder's favorite treasures. It is forged from fine rare steel, blessed by the Maid of the Lake, and can cause fatal damage to evil creatures. In addition, it can It can be easily hidden in your sleeves, and can be used to cut twine when you are kidnapped. It is also very useful for shaving."
"Is it possible..." The young man's tone was a little tactful, "I mean, what if Blackadder doesn't need to shave?"
"Oh, don't believe those unfounded rumors. If Blackadder is a monster hiding in armor, how come he carries a razor with him? He must be a human, or at least an elf."
Wooden-legged Denver patted his captain's uniform and said confidently, as if he was really the "Captain Denver" who traveled around the world and had a lot of experience.
"What if Blackadder is a woman?"
"Hahahaha, you really know how to joke, brother!" Captain Denver laughed like thunder. "People say that Blackadder is at least two meters tall, has twelve pack abs, and his shoulders are wider than a wine table. If he It’s going to be a pussy, so who are people like us, pussies among pussies?”
"You're right." The young man laughed in agreement, "How much do you want for this razor?"
"Just think of it as a loss for me, 80 pounds." Denver gestured with both hands and forced a smile.
"1 shilling." The young man tugged on the brim of his hat and stretched out only one finger.
"Deal! It's yours. Let's make friends."
Wooden-Legged Denver readily agreed and thrust the razor into the opponent's palm without giving the opponent any room to refuse.
"..."
I saw the face of the young man in front of me turn red and turn white, and finally silently took out a shilling and put it in Denver's hand.
This razor was a second-hand item that he bought for 6 pence. He had already made double the price by selling it for 1 shilling. He hasn't sold anything all morning, so it's always a good thing to open first to add some luck. Denver tipped the small silver coin in his palm, enjoying his short victory.
Earning less is better than nothing—that’s the way things go in Denver with Wooden Legs.
"Do you want to buy anything else? Again, there are potions, swords, antiques, and secret treasures."
Denver thought that this unlucky young customer would turn around and leave in despair, but he didn't expect that he would actually stay in the store and wander around:
"Do you only have these items on the counter?"
Could it be that there is still money to be made? Denver, who had originally planned to sit back on the chair, suddenly became interested again.
He did still have a lot of unsellable inventory piled in the basement, but the situation there was so miserable that no one who went in would have the desire to buy anything. What's more, he still has employees living there.
"Of course there's more. I still have a lot in my treasure chest. I'll have someone bring it up for you right now."
After saying that, Denver stamped the wooden floor with his wooden leg and shouted loudly:
"Hey, big fat pig, move your fat ass and bring up the treasures in the treasure room!"
This "big fat pig" is his new guy who has been recruited for more than a month. He is not very smart and has a foreign accent, which makes him unable to sell goods at the front desk. Fortunately, this guy is very strong and can help him carry the goods to make up for his lack of mobility.
The most important thing is that Denver only needs to give him a salary of 5 shillings a week plus food and housing, which is only a quarter of that of a dock porter.
As for food and lodging, it doesn't cost much to live in the basement, and he can also look after the shop for him.
"Collectibles? What collections?" The big fat pig's voice came from the basement.
"It's just those big wooden boxes full of stuff! Just bring one up first, hurry up!" Denver cursed angrily.
This lazy fool stays in the basement all day long and refuses to come out to help when he has nothing to do. If his salary hadn't been so cheap, Denver would have asked him to pack up and get out.
Dong-dong-dong, heavy footsteps creaked on the wooden stairs.
