Siegel smiled, as long as this man was greedy, he now had all the money of the Blood Mage, the Witch Priest, and Kaka. Without a trace of hesitation or hesitation, he stretched out two fingers and said, "If the goods are intact, two hundred platinum coins." Whether it's Waterdeep or Starry Kingdom, you can live a good life. ”

"If I hand someone over to you, can I get the money?"

"If you want this money, you have to go to the Old World with you and find the lord to get it. Siegel took a deep sip of his glass, and said, "Do you think I'm going to carry that much money with me?"

"Slippery head. The one-eyed old man said, "Then tell me what the man's name is and what he looks like, and I will take the job." ”

"He has a purple birthmark behind his left ear and is about one meter six tall young man. ”

"That's it, you're going to let me go around looking for someone with this?" One-Eye slapped the table, shaking the plates and cups on it. "Boy, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Of course I'm kidding you, Siegel thought to himself. If you don't use deception, how can you get the news from here? Although it is only a slave information, everything in the entire orc society is related to the slave business. From the slave trade, we can see the movement of the army, the change of power, the profit and loss of the store, and the number of goods. The denser the orcs, the denser the slaves, and the more news.

"When I bring people in, I naturally discern them. Siegel said: "If you look too specifically, aren't you worried that the seller will take the opportunity to raise the price and affect our profits?"

The old man smiled fakely, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "You are really a slippery head, and you are still guarding against me." Then he raised his glass and touched it with Siegel. "Good luck with our business. It's not a good job. ”

"As long as the money is good, there's nothing to complain about. Siegel toasted him. Until you are betrayed, you are safe for the time being.

When the morning light shone through the small railing window of the grocery store and into the cramped and cramped bedroom, Siegel got up early. Even if there were ravens hidden on the beams of the house as sentinels, he did not dare to sleep long. Opening the bedroom door and stepping down the creaky stairs, Siegel made his way to the front desk of the grocery store.

He is now known as South, the name of the ship he was born in. If you follow the naming method of nobles, Siegel's full name should be Siegel from Soth, the first person of the Squid family, the brave man of Mora's Peak, and the royal baron of the Star Kingdom. If he is able to break away from the trainee mage class and gain a more formal status in the Mage Federation, then it will also be added to his name. However, in the case of being surrounded by enemies, a pseudonym called Soth is sufficient.

The one-eyed orc is called Fezak, and is more commonly referred to as "Daddy One-Eyed", and is said to have lived in Makabuta for more than thirty years - a forged identity, naturally. He went to war, sold slaves, and was a pirate. Now the grocery store did not belong to him, but to General Ka'b, and Fezak was just a high-level steward. In the eyes of the orcs, it is already a great blessing to be able to make a pariah sit on a chair and earn money comfortably, much better than those orcs who are thrown into the arena or spend their lives in cramped cabins all day long.

However, Fezak was a spy in Waterdeep, and he was hoping for a stable base to cover up his work, so he took over the job at the grocery store. Usually he racks his brains to fight for more money and power for the "master", and he is completely a qualified shopkeeper. But privately, he took advantage of the convenience of receiving smugglers to pass information to Waterdeep. For more than ten years, he has been living a two-faced life. However, since he lost one eye ten years ago, and the eyesight of the other one is also declining, he has recently felt that his body is aging at an accelerated pace, and his energy is getting worse and worse, and he can no longer do this business. He asked to leave his current post several times, but the war launched by the orcs forced him to stay, and this delay was another half a year. Fortunately, the final task has been given, just waiting for the Faceless One to come.

The man who called himself Soth was never a faceless, and the one-eyed father was sure of that. He was certainly not a middleman in the purchase of prisoners of war, and certainly had another purpose. The only question is, which organization does he serve?

Fezak thought as he pushed open the door, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and walked in. When he saw "Soth", he squeezed his eyebrows at him, a disguised expression of pain, and threw him a small bag. "Look at it, Brother Soth, here is the identification I just found, and it cost five gold coins. I'm already spending money before I even start earning. ”

Siegel examined the bag carefully and found no signs of it being opened. This is the rule of the identity forgery industry, only the manufacturer and the user know the identity information, and the intermediate channel cannot open the bag. Generally, this opaque black cloth bag is sewn with a needle and thread, and then the opening is pressed with two copper plates, and then sealed with wax. Inside the bag will be parchment with identification information written on it, and maybe a knick-knack or two to prove it. Such a small bag sells for about 2 to 5 gold coins, and the more chaotic the place, the cheaper. Siegel knew the market, so he just threw three gold coins to Fezak, and said while putting away the bag: "When did you actually pay for it, didn't I give it to you? I spent 30 gold coins in three days, and it turned out to be only some useless news." I said I need three identities, how can I only have one?"

"Don't worry, this will take time. The old man bit the gold coin, only to feel that his teeth were loose and his mouth hurt terribly. However, he made a satisfied expression, put the gold coins in his pocket, and then shook his head and said, "Since you are up, let's go to the slave market and have a look." ”

"Going so early?" Siegel asked, tilting his head and pretending to be curious, "Going to the market is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, it's a stupid idea." ”

"The bait has been cast, it depends on when to bite the hook. It's no use for you to stay here, and the grocery store doesn't have any customers today, so you might as well go to the slave market. ”

"Understood. Siegel nodded and said, "Wait for me, I'll be right away." ”

Siegel returned to his room and opened the bag to check. Inside were two pieces of parchment, one with burning eyes and the other with an orc text written on it. Orcs use tattoos to determine their identity, they use war paints on themselves, and generals ask witch priests to cast enchantment spells on them. Orcs generally do not have war paints, but some elite orcs who are valued can use professional tattoos so that orcs don't easily execute these valuable orcs. Slaves of other races used branding to burn the identity mark of their master on their skin. Some of the orc's "allies", mostly pirates, mercenaries, and slavers, will be given allegiance tattoos, which can be used to give a certain orc general his protection. It was one such tattoo that Siegel bought, located on the right side of his neck, and his allegiance was to an orc female general named Obin. On top of the sheepskin, there is also a basic introduction to the identity, the name and relationship status of the orc female general. Siegel jotted them all down and put them back in the bag. He pulled out a vial from his body, which contained poison from witch sacrifices. After pouring the poison powder into his pocket and piercing it into the mouth of the bag, Siegel hid it under the bed.

He had always had the feeling that Fezak was watching him. Unable to use magic, Siegel had no good way to search the room for hidden peepholes. He had been guarding against Fezak's attack on him, so he let the raven hide on the beams of the house all day, and did not eat or drink, and remained motionless like a sculpture, except for those black eyes that kept staring vigilantly around him. Siegel glanced at the demon pet again before leaving the door, there was no need for language and nerve connection, the two were already connected. Raven Baron nodded, acknowledging his mission.

Fezak could not be trusted, and Siegel knew from the beginning that he had to find time to get rid of the old man. As the largest shipbuilding port for orcs, Makabuda is always on high alert, often with patrolling sergeants walking through the streets, casually grabbing a human or orc for questioning. Even more dangerous than the patrols are the witch rituals, who, under the protection of the sergeants, cast blessings on orcs in their path, while secretly casting spells that enhance their ability to detect enchantments. They will listen to the orc inhabitants and discern the underlying message. Siegel had already seen several escaped slaves under their instructions being pulled out of the hidden tunnels and displayed in the streets. Blood from the tumbling skulls stained the ground, and the witch priesthood rewarded the informants for providing information. In a few days, Fezak will also be one of the informants, Siegel thought to himself.

However, he still has to go all the way to the slave market with Daddy One-Eyed, pretending to be close. Both men were talking with masks on, but Siegel could see that Fezak's affection for the spirits of Waterdeep was genuine, so he fell in love with it, stopping in front of a wine merchant's vendor and asking, "What good wine do you have here?"

Seeing that they were two humans, the orc stall owner did not want to receive them, and ignored Siegel's words. Siegel wasn't annoyed, bent down to sniff it well, then shook his head and walked away. He said to Fezak: "The liquor here smells abusive to the nose, tortures the tongue when drunk, and hurts the stomach when swallowed. ”

"The liquor you brought is very good. ”

"Hah!" Siegel smiled, "Of course." The best grain makes the best wine. After passing through the new forest to the south, the rice harvest there is abundant, but it is unpalatable to death, and the wine produced is not to be drunk. But north of the Sheepfold Mountains, there is not enough food to eat. Only Waterdeep is right in the middle, so there is good wine. Thanks to this war, the price of good wine has risen again. How long do you think the good market will last?"

"I don't know anything about war. Fezak replied alarmingly. "Why don't you bring more of them, what's the use of just one box??"

Siegel shook his head and replied, "It's good to be captive now, and the wine business will be talked about later." Although there is a lot of money to be made from alcohol these days, it is difficult to bring in macabha from the sea. One box is almost the limit, and no matter how much it is, it can't be hidden. You also know that the ships of the orcs are essentially pirates. ”

True, this statement is true, and every smuggler knows it. Fezak then asked, "It's not that there is no way, you can find a merchant ship, hire a half-orc to drive the ship, and then find an orc general to buy a pass, can't it be transported in?"

He's testing me, Siegel thought to himself. "It's not like I haven't thought about this solution, it's just that orcs can't enter Waterdeep, and I don't want to sail to the Old World. Iron Elephant Island is the only human port in the Old World where orcs are allowed to dock, but it doesn't produce good wine, only shoddy salt. ”

Fezak frowned, and continued to probe: "It can be used as a port of transition, but it is only a matter of loading and unloading. ”

"The Grady family on Iron Elephant Island are all poor and crazy salt demons, especially McKitt Grady, who eats pickles all day long, has a bad brain, but a very smart nose. Sometimes I think they're no different from orcs, the only difference is that they've learned to frame them, and some of them have salt to preserve their bodies. Siegel hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Did a general who wanted a good liquor find it on your head?"

"So what, what if not?" said Fezak with a smile, "In Makabuta, do you still want to disobey the orders of the orcs?"

"The orcs won't notice a little smuggler like me, unless someone deliberately harms me. A case of wine is a talisman, and a boatload of wine is a lifeline. Siegel pointed to Fezak's neck and said, "Where did you get your scars?"

Ka'b's little cub was strangled, because he didn't give him fifty gold coins. "Do you know the lame Sir Gagallen, who thought I slept with his wife, and hung me up. ”

"And how did you survive?"

"He shouldn't have hung me up with his own hands. Fezak said, "The rope was so problematic that I could barely reach the ground with my feet. I shook for a long time and suffered a neck injury, but I broke free. ”

Siegel shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, you must be fooling me." ”

Fezak stared at Siegel with his remaining eyes, then squinted and smiled: "Why are you telling the truth? For three days, I have not found a slave with a birthmark on my ears, and I feel more and more that I cannot earn my partner's money." ”

"Have faith, old man. Siegel put his hand on his shoulder: "As long as he is alive, he will be able to find it." You help me safely, let's earn the money together!"