Lame Jack's shop is located in a remote corner of the prison to the east, and it is very difficult to find. And, for some reason, most of the old cells in this area are empty, and there are no other black market merchants in them. So in this way, Lame Jack's shop is equivalent to monopolizing this independent small area.

However, this spare space is of little use to Lame Jack. It seems that based on some special sense of anti-theft, the iron gate in front of the lame jack's shop is tightly locked. Not only that, in addition to the original old door locks, the upper and lower ends of the iron door are even equipped with two shiny brass locks, making the whole shop look like an illusion of solidity.

"Here it is." Thomson led Moriarty and White to the closed cell door and said.

Inside the cell door, a hunchback in a tawny cloth robe sat facing an empty prison wall. Except for a long wooden bench beneath him, there was only a lone tin box in the cell, which was safely placed in a dead corner of the back.

"Hi Lame Jack, there's a guest." Thomson stepped forward to "call the door".

"Hey, it's you, Thomson." Hearing the shouting, the hunchback in the cell slowly stood up, laughing lowly, and the laughter was quite harsh.

And when the hunchback slowly turned around completely, Moriarty saw that this "lame jack" turned out to be a thin old woman with dark spots on her face.

"Listen to Bill, you have some good stuff here, so my guests want to see it." Thomson didn't seem to want to waste time with the other party and went straight to the point.

"Bill? That bastard's nose is always so smart. Yes, I do have a lot of cute little things here. However, the prices are not cheap. Lame Jack shook his shoulders and shrieked.

"Value for money is the best deal. Lame Jack, take it out and take a look. Moriarty said lightly.

"Hey, that's a good point. Then take a look. Lame Jack sneered, took a small cloth bag from his bosom, and threw it directly through the gap in the iron bars to Moriarty.

"Smack!"

White was quick-eyed and rushed forward to catch it, and then swept it in his hand before handing it to Moriarty, but still staring in amazement at the old woman and the locked cell door in front of her.

Moriarty took the cloth bag and opened it by the light of the torch beside him, only to see that there were four sets of diamond ornaments that exuded dazzling brilliance.

A thumb-sized pear-shaped diamond pendant, a three-carat diamond heart ring, a pair of teardrop-shaped pink diamond earrings, and a mermaid diamond brooch set with exceptional beauty.

"What's the price?" Moriarty looked at the diamond jewelry one by one, then wrapped them all back in the cloth bag and handed them back to the iron door, and asked.

"Five thousand kingdom gold coins for pendants, four thousand five diamond rings, three thousand earrings, and four thousand brooches." Lame Jack took the goods, glanced at Moriarty, and quoted.

"Pendants, diamond rings, earrings, I'm not interested; Brooches are too expensive. Moriarty thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Young man, if you want to please a girl, you have to invest a little. Otherwise, you might as well go straight to the street and find a bitch to spend the night. Lame Jack looked at Moriarty with contempt and sneered.

"The price of the brooch has nothing to do with what I use it for." Facing the old woman's disdainful gaze, Moriarty was unmoved, and said calmly: "I think that eight hundred kingdom gold coins should be more appropriate. ”

"Oh, are you crazy? Hey, old dog, didn't your guests wake up, or did they still drink too much? Eight hundred gold coins, is he going to rob my shop? Shit! Hearing Moriarty's price increase, Lame Jack immediately screamed as if someone was killing her. …,

But in fact, from four thousand to eight hundred, Moriarty's bargaining is indeed a bit too harsh. Even White and Thomson, who were standing beside him, were a little surprised, wondering what Moriarty's intention was in proposing such an outrageous price. Or was he just going to make the deal and was just playing?

For the next five minutes, the old woman mercilessly cursed, sarcastic, and screamed at Moriarty. However, in exchange for the cold eyes of the guests.

"I said, boy, what the hell are you going to do?" It seemed that she was a little tired from the long scolding, or maybe it was Moriarty's calm gaze that made Lame Jack feel that her performance was completely useless, so the old woman suddenly stopped, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly asked.

"Lame Jack, do you really think the price I'm talking about is outrageous?" The corners of Moriati's mouth curled slightly, and he asked rhetorically.

"Give me your reasons, or get out." The old woman drank coldly, and then sat back down on the wooden stool.

"Your goods are not clean." Moriarty said.

"Haha, listen, what kind of bullshit reason is this. What do you think this kind of hell place is for? Ha, the goods are not clean? Boy, go back to feeding! As soon as Moriarty heard Moriarty's words, Lame Jack jumped up again, and only two arm-thick black wooden sticks appeared in the hem of the swinging robe.

"The other three sets of jewelry are fine, and the brooch is particularly unclean." Moriarty glanced at Lame Jack's legs and added further.

"What the hell do you mean?" The deep wrinkles around the corners of the old woman's eyes suddenly trembled slightly, but her voice was still harsh.

"I don't think we have to play pantomime between us. What does that mermaid represent? I know it, and so do you. So, apart from me, there should be no other jewelry merchant in the kingdom who would be interested in this brooch. As for the barbarians of Krulord, or the goblin merchants of Bracada, they will probably not come to you to buy any brooches. Moriarty said as he stared at the lame jack in the cell.

"I didn't expect you to know this? So, you're also a nobleman, aren't you? For the first time, the old woman put away her snarkyness and nervousness, and asked in a normal tone.

"You can understand it this way." Moriarty smiled politely.

"A thousand gold coins. It can't be any less, otherwise, I'd rather this brooch rot in my hand. After staring at Moriarty for a long time, Lame Jack suddenly sighed softly and said in a deep voice.

"Deal." Moriarty did not hesitate and made a deal directly with the old woman.

After paying Cassilias' promissory note worth 1,000 kingdom gold coins, Moriarty managed to accept the mermaid diamond brooch and then turned around and left Lame Jack's shop. The old woman turned again, facing the wall, and began to sit down again.

"I said, Moty, how the hell did you convince that crazy old lady? It only took 1,000 gold coins to take down the brooch that originally cost 4,000? After walking some distance, White finally couldn't help himself and asked Moriati. And Thomson, who led the way in front, was also curious.

"Actually, it's very simple, this mermaid brooch is stolen, and its original owner should be the Duke of Lorraine." Moriarty smiled faintly and said softly.

"Duke of Lorraine? The famous Lord of the Storm Sea? White was startled and exclaimed.

"Yes." Moriarty nodded: "The Duke of Lorraine's family has controlled the kingdom's only outlet to the sea for generations, and has monopolized nearly half of Erathia's foreign maritime trade. The mermaid shape of that brooch is obviously taken from the famous mermaid coat of arms of the Lorraine family. ”

"No wonder!" Hearing this, White and Thomson suddenly realized: "If it is really the property stolen by the Lorraine family, then even if it is bought by people in the kingdom, they will never dare to take it out and wear it." Similarly, if it were to be sold again, no one would dare to accept such a hot black product. And once this brooch is recognized, I am afraid that it will immediately cause great trouble. ”…,

"Exactly." Moriarty nodded.

In fact, if it is just an ordinary low-level nobleman of the kingdom or a large merchant who is not specialized in gold and silver jewelry trading, he may not immediately recognize the origin of the mermaid diamond brooch. But because Moriarty had just read Lord Herring's latest book on heraldry a little more than a month ago, he was able to identify it directly.

"So what are you going to do with it now that you've bought it? Is it for Miss Martil? But isn't that enough—" Whyte asked again.

"I did intend to give it as a gift. However, the subject is not Matiel. Moriarty shook his head, but said no more.

So, White didn't ask any more.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, after passing through several dark forks and dark corners, Moriarty and the others came to the "arsenal" of the black knife, which was almost the deepest part of the prison.

The shop pù was formed by the merger of five cells side by side, and is quite spacious. There are also a large number of torch baskets around the shop, so the light here is significantly better than the rest of the Ford Night Market.

Standing outside the shop and looking inward, I saw that the long row of prison walls were covered with all kinds of weapons and shields, including daggers, short swords, long swords, knights' swords, knights' spears, one-handed battle axes, two-handed double-edged axes, short bows, longbows, heavy crossbows, round shields, large round shields, iris shields, tower shields, and so on. On the ground in front of the wall, there are seven or eight sets of leather armor, hard leather armor, scale armor, chain mail, etc., and even a complete set of steel full-body armor, which is the standard equipment of knights and is very valuable.

"My fork! It's almost time to catch up with the Legion here. White looked at the black knife shop pù in the qiē, took a long breath, and subconsciously scolded fiercely.

"Legion, I'm fork! That's also the goods that Lao Tzu offered. ”

Before White's words fell, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the three of them. At the same time, a large bald head more than two meters tall and wearing a blacksmith's suit strode towards Moriarty

It's been a week, the update is all done, and I can finally take a little rest.

In the new week, I wish all book friends a smooth work.