Chapter 6 Transaction
After getting off the carriage, Karl put on the Humboldt hat with stiff curls and grosgrain ribbon, and straightened his clothes.
Different from his formal attire in the morning, his attire at this time was more casual.
“Sir.”
The driver helped lift the clock wrapped in black cloth:
"Your stuff."
"Thank you."
Karl thanked him politely, stretched out his arm to pick up the clock, and walked towards the lively market.
‘What a strength! ’
Looking at Karl’s leaving figure, the coachman looked surprised.
It took him a lot of effort to lift the things out of the car just now. He estimated that the weight should be several dozen kilograms less.
It's so heavy, but the other party can act so relaxed. Could it be that the other party is a knight's attendant?
Or...
A noble knight?
But such a person should have his own carriage.
…………
Buddy Goods Co., Ltd.
Karl has heard of this place a long time ago, but today is the first time he comes here. However, his father is a frequent visitor here.
When many decent people in the city are living a tight life, they often take some things that are not needed temporarily and exchange them for crowns or gold pounds, and then buy them back when they have more money, as a temporary relief.
Similar to a 'pawn shop'.
But most of them are dead money that cannot be redeemed, so there are a lot of second-hand items here.
The various second-hand rings, necklaces, watches and other jewelry sold in the store account for about 75% of the total products.
There are also some works of art and luxury goods.
That’s why many people call this place the ‘middle-class treasure warehouse’, and when they have extra money, they come here to buy something.
"People call me Old Nick. I have worked in Buddy's Store for more than thirty years and I have never looked past him."
The Nick in front of him has a white beard, a bald head, cloudy eyes, and wrinkles on his face. He looks unattractive. No wonder people question his level.
Looking up at Karl, Nick grinned:
“First time here?”
If it’s not the first time here, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t recognize himself.
“Yeah.”
Karl nodded, put the clock on the table, removed the black cloth on it, and stretched out his hand to indicate to the other party to taste it:
"How much do you think we can pay for it?"
"Oh!" Seeing the clock , Old Nick subconsciously sat up straight, and his expression became serious:
“Good stuff.”
“The outer layer is all gold!”
The clock in front of you is nearly half a meter high, shaped like a minaret, and beautifully shaped. It is made of gold, wood, and porcelain.
Just gold and wood, porcelain is rare, and even fewer are used in clocks, and the combination is natural, making it an extremely rare work of art.
Old Nick took out a magnifying glass and looked at the clock carefully for a long time before looking up at Karl:
"How much do you plan to sell it for?"
"Ask Me?" Karl sat across from him with a calm expression to cover up the tension in his heart and asked:
"Shouldn't it be up to you to tell how much?"
"Yes."
Old Nick nodded:
"It's customary, but I'm afraid I'll say it out loud. The price will disappoint you."
Karl frowned: "Tell me."
He didn't believe how cheap it could be.
Old Nick stretched out a finger and spoke slowly:
“Ten gold coins!”
“There are not many works of art worth one hundred pounds. This desk clock is of excellent craftsmanship and is a large piece, which is very rare, but some parts inside are broken, so I can only pay this price."
"Huh..." Karl was speechless:
"Old Nick, are you kidding me? Ten gold coins are not enough to buy the gold used on this clock."
The clock is not only coated with a layer of gold paint on the surface, but some parts inside are made entirely of gold. Forged.
Ten gold coins?
What a big joke!
"Yes." Old Nick did not deny this. He just turned the clock over, put down the hidden back plate, pointed to the painting on it and said:
"What do you think this is?"
"This..." Karl simply looked at the clock, not understanding the carvings inside, and did not even notice the back plate.
At this time, he looked intently and frowned subconsciously:
“Sacrifice to the gods?”
"That's right."
Old Nick grinned and said:
"What is engraved on it is a scene or ritual of mortals worshiping gods, indicating that this item is a sacred artifact."< br>
“The key is...”
“The sacrifice is to the evil god!”
"Moon Goddess, Moon Goddess, I have lived for so many years and I have never heard of this god."
There are gods in this world who have the authority of the moon, but no god is called the Moon Goddess alone.
Sacrificing sacrifices to evil gods is a serious sin. Once discovered by the church, even if it is just a small part, whether you can save your life is a matter of two questions.
Not to mention offering sacrifices to evil gods, even if they are righteous gods, as long as they are not the Lord of the Morning, there will be a lot of trouble in this country.
What's more, hiding the paintings and carvings dedicated to the gods in such a hidden place would not be abnormal if there is nothing fishy about it.
Looking at Karl, who was looking increasingly gloomy, Old Nick smiled and said:
"Report it to the church, or sell this thing to me for ten gold coins. You can choose for yourself."
>Karl's eyes narrowed.
No wonder!
No wonder the other party will offer ten gold coins, this is blackmailing yourself!
"Old Nick."
Puckered his lips, Karl said slowly:
"Forgot to introduce, I am a noble, and this thing is a trophy my grandfather got from the battlefield. , I don’t know that its background is normal.”
“Noble?”
Old Nick was stunned, he really didn’t expect it.
At the moment when he was stunned, Karl suddenly stretched out his hand, made a fist with five fingers and smashed it towards the back of the clock.
"Peng!"
The metal back plate was twisted and deformed by the smashing. Although it was not broken, the paintings and carvings on it became blurred, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a ritual to worship the gods.
“I know that Buddy Goods Store is not afraid of being a noble, but if you want to bully me, it’s not that easy.”
“Now!”
Karl leaned forward and looked directly at the other person:
"How much?"
"..." Looking at Karl, Old Nick's cloudy eyes flashed, and he suddenly grinned:< br>
“Don’t be angry, let’s have a good talk.”
The result of a good talk is fifty gold coins.
When Carl walked out of Buddy's Store, he realized that a layer of cold sweat had formed on his back.
At this time, I was blown by the wind and couldn't help but tighten my clothes.
‘I never thought that bringing things from another world to sell would cause such trouble? ’
After touching the few small items left in his pocket, Karl shook his head slightly and gave up the plan of selling for the time being.
Go back and check it carefully. Anyway, you have enough money.
Just as he stopped the carriage and was about to leave the market, a loud noise came from behind.
"The latest news! The latest news!"
"The Archduke Cambyses died of illness during the conquest of Coburg, and the conquest army is suspected to be replaced by the Archduke of Saxony..."
"Big news..."
Duke Cambyses is dead?
Karl was shocked.
The Grand Duke was only in his fifties and was a famous legendary knight. He was as strong as a tiger and could not be cut with a sword. How could he suddenly die of illness?
The key is that the Grand Duke of Saxony who succeeded Cambyses once served as the lord of Signo. If true, would he conscript the people in the city? noble?
‘That’s all, it’s useless to think about it now. '
'Stick up your spirits and win the baronage first. According to Cologne, the Day of the Burning Moon is coming soon, and the Black City will also have a safe period once a month, and it will take another month to pass by then. trip. ’
(End of this chapter)