Lame Jack's shop is located in a remote corner to the east of the prison and is very difficult to find. Moreover, for some unknown reason, most of the old cells in this area are empty, and no other black marketeers have settled in.
So in this way, Lame Jack's store is equivalent to monopolizing this small independent area.
However, these free external spaces do not have much use value for Lame Jack. It seems that based on some special awareness of anti-theft, the iron gate in front of Lame Jack's shop is actually tightly locked. Not only that,
In addition to the original old door locks, two additional large shiny brass locks were installed on the upper and lower ends of the iron door, making the entire shop look impregnable.
"This is it." Thomson said as he brought Moriarty and White to the closed cell door.
Inside the cell door, a hunchback wearing a gray-brown cloth robe sat blankly facing an empty cell wall. Except for a long wooden bench under him, there was only a solitary figure left in the cell.
The iron box was placed in the inner corner with utmost safety.
"Hi, Lame Jack, we have a guest." Thomson stepped forward and "called the door."
"Hey, it's you, Thomson." Hearing the shout, the hunchback in the cell slowly stood up and laughed lowly, which was quite harsh.
When the hunchback slowly turned around, Moriarty saw clearly that this "Lame Jack" was actually a thin old woman with dark spots on her face.
"I heard from Bill that you have some good-quality stuff here, so my guest wants to take a look." 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 sharp. Yes, I do have a lot of cute little things here. However, the prices are not cheap either." Lame Jack shook his shoulders and said sharply.
"Value for money is the best deal. Lame Jack, take it out and take a look." Moriarty said lightly.
"Hehe, good point. Let's take a look." Lame Jack smiled coldly, took out a small cloth bag from his arms, and then threw it directly to Moriarty through the gap in the iron bars.
"Snapped!"
White had quick eyesight and rushed forward to catch it, then weighed it in his hands before passing it to Moriarty. However, he still looked at the old woman and the locked cell door in front of her in surprise.
Moriarty took the cloth bag and opened it under the light of a torch, revealing four sets of dazzling diamond jewelry.
A pear-shaped diamond pendant the size of a thumb, a three-carat heart-shaped diamond ring, a pair of teardrop-shaped pink diamond earrings and an exceptionally beautifully set mermaid diamond brooch.
"What's the price?" Moriarty asked as he passed the diamond jewelry one by one and looked at it carefully, then wrapped them all back in the cloth bag and handed them back to the iron door.
"Five thousand kingdom gold coins for the pendant, four thousand for the diamond ring, three thousand for the earrings, and four thousand for the brooch." Lame Jack took the goods back, looked at Moriarty, and quoted the price.
"I'm not interested in pendants, diamond rings, and earrings; brooches are too expensive." Moriarty thought for a while and shook his head.
"Young man, if you plan to please girls, you have to spend some money. Otherwise, you might as well just go to the street and find a bitch to spend the night." Lame Jack looked at Moriarty with contempt and said sarcastically.
"The price of the brooch has nothing to do with my use." Facing the old woman's disdainful gaze, Moriarty was unmoved and said calmly: "I think eight hundred kingdom gold coins should be more appropriate.
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"Oh, are you crazy? Hey, old dog, isn't your guest awake, or is he still drunk? Eight hundred gold coins, is he going to rob my shop? Shit!" Moriarty heard.
After raising the price, Lame Jack immediately screamed as if someone was killing her.
But in fact, from four thousand to eight hundred, Moriarty's bargaining was indeed a bit too harsh. Even White and Thomson, who were standing next to him, were a little surprised and unsure about Moriarty's proposed such an outrageous offer.
What is the purpose of the price? Or does he intend to make this deal at all, just for fun?
For the next five minutes, the old woman cursed, sarcastically and screamed mercilessly at Moriarty. However, all she received was a cold stare from the guest.
"Say boy, what do you want?" It seemed that she was a little tired after yelling for a long time, or maybe it was Moriarty's calm gaze that made Lame Jack feel that his performance was completely useless, so the old woman suddenly stopped talking,
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked.
"Lame Jack, do you really think the price I mentioned is outrageous?" Moriarty asked with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
"Give me your reasons, or get out." The old woman shouted coldly, and then sat back 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 ghost place is for? Haha, the goods are not clean? Boy, go back and feed yourself!" Upon hearing Moriarty's words, Lame Jack immediately
He jumped up again, and only two black wooden sticks as thick as his arms were visible from the hem of his swaying cloth robe.
"It's just the other three sets of jewelry, and that brooch is particularly dirty." Moriarty looked at Lame Jack's legs and further added.
"What on earth do you mean?" The deep groove-like wrinkles around the corners of the old woman's eyes suddenly trembled slightly, but her words were still harsh.
"I think there is no need to play riddles between us. What does that mermaid represent? I know it, and so do you. So, except for me, there should be no other jewelry merchants in the kingdom who would be interested in this brooch. As for Grams
The barbarians of Rulod or the goblin merchants of Brakada will probably not come to you to buy any brooches." Moriarty looked at Lame Jack in the cell with bright eyes and said.
"I didn't expect you to know this? So, you are also a noble?" For the first time, the old woman put away her acrimony and nervousness and asked in a normal tone.
"You can understand it this way." Moriarty smiled politely.
"One thousand gold coins. It cannot be any less than this number, otherwise, I would rather this brooch rot in my hand." After looking at Moriarty for a long time, Lame Jack suddenly sighed softly and said in a deep voice.
"Deal." Moriarty made a deal with the old woman without hesitation.
After paying the other party a promissory note of Cassilius with a face value of one thousand kingdom gold coins, Moriarty successfully accepted the mermaid diamond brooch, then turned and left Lame Jack's shop. The old woman turned around again,
Facing the cell wall, he began to sit still.
"I'm talking about Morty, how did you convince that crazy old lady? You actually used only one thousand gold coins to win the brooch that was originally priced at four thousand?" After walking a certain distance, White finally couldn't help it.
, asked Moriarty. Thomson, who was leading the way, also looked curious.
"Actually, it's very simple. This mermaid brooch is stolen goods, and its original owner should be the Duke of Lorraine." Moriarty smiled lightly and said softly.
"The Duke of Lorraine? The famous Lord of the Storm Sea?" White was suddenly startled and whispered.
"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 50% of Erathia's external ocean trade. And the mermaid shape of the brooch is obviously
Taken from the famous mermaid crest of the Lorraine family."
"No wonder!" After hearing this, White and Thomson suddenly realized: "If it is really the stolen property of the Lorraine family, then even if it is bought by someone within the kingdom, they will never dare to wear it. Likewise.
, if it were to be sold again, no one would dare to accept such hot black goods. And once this brooch is recognized, I am afraid it will immediately cause huge trouble."
"That's right." Moriarty nodded.
In fact, if you are just an ordinary low-level noble of the kingdom or a big businessman who is not specialized in gold and silver jewelry trading, you may not immediately recognize the origin of the mermaid diamond brooch. But because Moriarty just paid homage to Lord Helin more than a month ago.
The latest published book on noble heraldry, so it can be directly identified.
"So now that you have bought it, what are you going to do with it? Do you want to give it to Miss Mathile? But then..." Suddenly, White asked again.
"I did intend to use it as a gift. However, the recipient is not Mathil." Moriarty shook his head, but said no more.
Therefore, White stopped asking any more questions.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, after passing several dark forks and dark corners, Moriarty and the other three arrived at Black Knife's "Arsenal," which was almost at the deepest point of the prison.
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This shop is composed of five side-by-side cells that were opened and merged. It is quite spacious. There are numerous torch baskets arranged around the shop, so the lighting here is obviously better than other places in the Ford Night Market.
Standing outside the shop and looking inside, I saw a long row of walls covered with various weapons and shields, including daggers, short swords, long swords, knight swords, knight spears, one-handed battle axes, and two-handed double-edged axes.
Short bows, long bows, heavy crossbows, bucklers, large bucklers, kite-shaped shields, tower shields, etc. On the ground in front of the wall, there are seven or eight sets of leather armors and hard leather armors of different styles displayed at intervals.
Scale armor, chain armor, etc., and even a complete set of steel full-body armor, which is the standard equipment of knights and is very valuable.
"Holy shit! We're almost catching up with the Legion here." White looked at everything in the Black Knife shop, took a long breath, and subconsciously cursed fiercely.
"Legion, I'll fork you! That's what I supplied too."
Before White finished speaking, a powerful voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the three of them. At the same time, a bald man over two meters tall, wearing a blacksmith's uniform, strode towards Moriarty.
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It's been a week, the updates are all completed, and I can finally take a break.
In the new week, I wish all book friends good luck in their work.
