Chapter 2: The Broker's Name is a Ghoul (Part I)
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"If a foreigner enters the city for a copper, the nobles are exempt from paying it, and the believers of Allah are exempt from paying it."
At the three arched gates side by side, several soldiers of the Land of Sand hung their scimitars at their waists and shouted to the merchants entering the city. Allah is a deity of faith among the people of the Land of Sand, and its followers are mainly distributed in the Capricorn and Scorpio domains.
As a big city in the land of sand, Crescent City has a large trade, a dense crowd of people, and many caravans in and out. Merchants came from all over the world, of all races, dressed in various costumes, and led teams of mules and camels laden with goods. The caravan guards rode horses, hung swords and spears, and distributed around the procession.
Gordon glanced at the guards a few times, these people were similar to the soldiers guarding the door, but they were strong and strong, and they knew a little simple moves, and they didn't have the slightest source power in their bodies. He threw a copper coin into the money jar and walked through the city gates.
The gravel streets are full of traffic and people. Local men wear large white robes with white scarves around their heads and black hoops on their foreheads, and the corners of their robes are embroidered with a running sand fox or emblems representing other tribes.
On both sides of the road, green date palm trees are planted. Behind is the residential area of the common people, and the dense stone and brick houses are spread along the upward terrain to the end of the sight.
Gordon walked very slowly, walking from the city's wide, bright main thoroughfare into the dark, narrow alleys, back and forth, checking for anyone to follow him, while memorizing the terrain: where the dead ends, which corners could be hidden, and how many entrances and exits the buildings lined up.
Along the way, Gordon's outstanding appearance attracted the attention of several local girls, and secretly sent Autumn \u6
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Passing through a cluster of low-slung houses, Gordon turned around a few more times to make sure there was no "tail" behind him, and walked to the square market in the center of the city. It was almost dusk, and the sprawling columns of the square were bathed in a burgundy sunset, casting soft silhouettes.
Before he could enter the market, Gordon heard a cacophony rolling in. Along the way, there are cars and horses, rubbing shoulders, and there are many shops, and there are many dazzling colors. There are also small stalls around the market, which are lined up one after another, and there are all kinds of them. Some little girls carry bamboo baskets and speak in a delicate voice, shouting and selling dates, raisins and figs.
"Venerable young master, do you want me to do any work?" "Noble young master, let me help you carry the suitcase, only thirty coppers." A few porters stepped forward to ask Gordon for business.
"Allah bless you, sir. I'm literate and I can do a lot for you! A little boy squeezed over and tilted his head to Gordon. He was about ten years old, with a yellow face and thin muscles, bright eyes, and a yellow white towel around his waist.
Gordon glanced at the little boy unexpectedly and caught a glimpse of several deep brown scars on the back of his neck. Most of the civilians are illiterate, and the other party may have been born rich and noble, but now the family is in ruins. "I need a guide and servant, a hundred copper coins a day, and I hire them for a month." Gordon waved off the porter, and it was easier for children to control zhì in comparison.
"Then you'll have the right person. I'm familiar with one of the qiē here: the most fun bars, the prettiest slave girls, and I know exactly which hole a mouse gets into. The little boy looked at Gordon hopefully, "Sir, is there really a hundred coppers a day?" ”
"I can pay the commission for ten days upfront, but you have to prove that the price is worth it." Gordon pulled ten shiny silver coins out of his pocket. Since the Great Council unified the currency in all domains, copper, silver, and gold coins have been exchanged in a hundred-based system.
The little boy rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what do you want to know?" ”
"I'm looking for some special businessmen." Gordon picked up the suitcase, "I have a few items that are inconvenient to disclose, and I need to trade secretly with those merchants. ”
The little boy said smartly: "You want to find a black marketeer?" He hesitated, motioned for Gordon to follow him, and quickly swerved behind a towering porch. That's too dangerous, sir. You're a foreigner, and it's easy to lose. He looked around and whispered.
Gordon said: "In other words, you have a way?" ”
"You still don't get it? Black marketeers will bully you into being a foreigner and force you to buy your goods for very little price. Sometimes, they would ...... "The little boy made a knife gesture."
"Thank you, I'll be careful, now tell me my name and address."
"But sir...... Well, I see, may Allah bless you from the devil. The little boy looked at Gordon with a whimsical look, "In the third row of the north gate of the market, count the seventh spice shop to the left. There is also the last medicinal herb shop in the second row of the east gate, and the jewelry store diagonally opposite the door, all three of which accept black goods. Sir, will I take you over now? ”
"Wait for tomorrow." Gordon handed the boy ten silver coins, "Is there a goldsmith's shop in the city that the Great Council has opened?" ”
The little boy bit the coin with his teeth and made sure it was genuine: "Yes, sir, it's very close." If you want to go, you have to hurry, the door will close immediately. ”
"Lead the way." Gordon casually asked, "What's your name?" ”
The little boy hesitated: "Sinbad, sir." What shall I call you? ”
"Ghouls." Gordon smiled.
The Goldsmith's House is located on the west side of the Market Square, separated by only a lawn. The goldsmith's shop is boxy and luxurious, which is very different from the architectural style of the dome of the country of sand. The steel gates are inlaid with the coat of arms of the Great Council: a mighty dragon leaping through the flames of fire holds an olive branch as a symbol of peace.
Towards closing, there were no customers in the hall of the goldsmith's house. At both ends of the counter, four guards in dark green uniforms stood solemnly. With a grim expression, a sword on his back, all of them were black lead level cultivators.
"I need to rent a highest-level VIP safe." Gordon said to the employees who greeted him, and Sinbad waited outside the door.
"No problem, dear sir, please follow me." The employee's eyes lit up, and he respectfully invited Gordon up to the second floor, where he was personally entertained by the branch manager of the goldsmiths' house.
The earliest form of the goldsmith shop was when the aristocracy handed over their money to honest and reliable goldsmiths for safekeeping and earning interest. Later, the Great Council developed it into a large-scale goldsmiths' house, establishing branches in various regions and countries. People can store their coins in the zài goldsmiths' house, or they can borrow money from the goldsmiths as collateral for their property, or they can store their precious treasures in the zài goldsmiths' safes to prevent them from being lost.
"The size of the safe should be large, and the anonymous roulette password should be used." Gordon glanced around, and in front of the door of the alloy vault, four gray tin level warriors stood side by side. This is just a deterrent, 3,000 years ago, the most powerful bandit group in history, the "Phantom Brigade", robbed the goldsmiths' business, only to be tracked down and captured one by one. The four diamond-level masters and nine gold-level masters of the whole group were skinned and deboned in public, sentenced to death, and implemented the most cruel ancient criminal law - the extermination of the nine clans. Since then, no one has dared to offend the majesty of the Great Council.
"Sir, the annual rent of the safe you want is three hundred gold coins, plus the service fee, you will need to pay a total of three hundred and ten gold coins. Excuse me, how many years do you plan to rent? The branch manager asked.
"Book for a year first." Gordon happily paid the money, completed the relevant formalities, and was accompanied by the branch president into the vault.
Half an hour later, he walked out of the goldsmith's shop with his half-emptied suitcase. The treasures and weapons related to cultivation were all stored in the safe, and all that was left was some jewelry of the Sand Cave Clan.
The safe was equipped with a password wheel, and the password was set by him, so that anyone could enter and open the safe and take something or leave something behind.
This is also the contact information he negotiated with his father three years ago.