When he arrived at Sur City, it began to rain.
Update so fast. The rain was not heavy, thin and dense. Rain powder fell one after another, blurring the outline of things. Thus, in Allen's eyes, Sur City became mottled pieces of gray. From afar, one could see the defensive wall of the city. In Allen's eyes, the height of this defensive wall was seriously insufficient. Even an ordinary soldier could "touch" the wall with a single jump, let alone a warrior like Allen who could jump six to seven meters with all his might.
Sur City was rarely attacked, otherwise Baron York would have raised the defensive wall long ago.
There were a few defensive tools on the wall, which looked like heavy crossbows. It was very primitive and limited in power, and its decorative function was far greater than its actual use.
There were a few sentry towers in Sur City. They were made of stone, but there were no soldiers in them. The lax defense of the city surprised Allen. The buildings in the city were low. Apart from a few buildings such as the bell tower, the church, and the City Lord's Mansion, most of the houses, workshops, and shops were bungalows. In the misty rain, only the outline of a few towers could be vaguely seen.
After paying a silver coin, Allen and the others were able to enter the city.
Walking through the city gate, there was a square. The square was covered with mud and mud, and it was washed away by the rain into mud. On the mud-covered square, an army of a hundred or so people had just disbanded. Judging from the weapons in their hands, there were about twenty gunners in this army, and the rest were infantry. The officer reprimanded them loudly and inadvertently looked at Allen.
Allen smiled brightly.
The officer was stunned, and when he regained his senses, Allen and the others had already entered the city.
It would be more appropriate to say that it was some messy alleys instead of an urban area. The winding and narrow alley was lined with dilapidated black bungalows on both sides. As it was almost evening, the chimneys of every household were emitting gray smoke. As the gray smoke rose, the choking smell of charcoal floated in the air.
In the corridor outside some houses, two or three children in hemp clothes and trousers looked at Allen and the others curiously. There were even a few daring children who ran forward and shouted "Tang Tang" with their hands outstretched. Then Jim would wave them away like flies with the only hand he could move, even lighting a flame at the tip of his finger.
The sudden flames made the children scream and run away, but they looked at them even more curiously.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier.
"Let's take a break here and eat something. I'll call that fat pig Sean over. Oh, he's the biggest cotton merchant in Sur City. Of the ten workshops in the city, five or six belong to him. "
Jim pushed open the wooden door of a bar and bowed. [Cotton Candy Mianhuatang has almost all the books that you want to read. It's much more stable than the average website and updates faster. It's all text and there are no advertisements.] There weren't many people in the bar. After all, it wasn't the time to drink and seek pleasure. Meals were provided during meal time, so Jim was very familiar with this place. As soon as he entered, he called out to the bar counter, "Old Roark, bring us five dinners."
Then he asked Allen, "Young Master, do you drink? Their ale isn't bad. "
"Try it." Allen said succinctly.
He found a corner and sat down with William and the others. There were five of them, and apart from Jim, all of them were unfamiliar faces. Some of the guests in the bar cast various gazes, but when they saw Welik's ferocious Angry Beast Armor and the short blade in Belmore's hand, they tactfully withdrew their gazes.
As long as it was a normal person, they would know that provoking adventurers was not a good thing. These people were not gentlemen. They could fight over a woman, and they could even kill someone over an unfriendly gaze. Even though they didn't know that Allen and the others weren't adventurers.
Allen swept his gaze across the bar.
The bar was a typical civil structure. The walls were made of stone bricks, but the supporting frame of the building was made of wood. The lampstand hanging from above was filled with candles. They were the main lighting of the bar, but there were two electric lights near the bar. Obviously, the planet had already begun to use electricity, but everything was in the initial stages.
At this time, the guests gradually began to talk about an attack last night. From their words, Allen could tell that it was Baku and the others. Allen winked at Jim, and the magician left knowingly and generously invited the men who were talking the most enthusiastically to drink a bottle of ale.
Before dinner was delivered, a few women dressed as demons walked into the bar. Their clothes were exposed, but their appearances were ordinary. They seemed to be regulars here and chose a table near Allen and the others to sit down. Two of them took out a long and thin pipe from their cheap handbags, stuffed some tobacco into it, and started smoking. A woman in a black dress winked at Allen and the others and made suggestive gestures.
Jim came back and said, "Those people are in prison. I heard they're going to be sent to the mines to work as coolies in a few days. They probably won't be able to come back."
He glanced at the women again, swallowed his saliva, and said, "These are the prostitutes in Sur City. For only one silver coin, they can provide you with satisfactory service."
However, Allen and the others were not interested, and Jim only shrugged and remained silent.
Soon the food was served. Looking at the bread, soup, and steak that was so small that it could be swallowed in one bite, Welik complained, "Isn't there anything better?"
"Yes, but you have to go to the City Lord's Mansion," the waiter said humorously.
Jim said, "It hasn't been easy for the people in the city these two years. Baron York has raised taxes, and ordinary people have tightened their belts to barely survive."
"Looks like this baron has a bad habit of collecting money." Edward smiled.
"I heard the baron's small warehouse is filled with gold coins," Jim whispered.
Allen coughed softly and said, "Eat."
After dinner, Jim left the bar. Half an hour later, he returned with a fat man wearing a gold chain as thick as a pinky finger around his neck. The necklace was crudely made, but it was heavy. If the chain was pure gold, it would be worth enough to make the people in the bar jealous.
The fat man sat down opposite Allen and the others and slapped the table with his big palm. "Which one of you is the boss? If it weren't for this lousy thing, I wouldn't have come out of my house in the rain. Since you want to talk about business, let's talk about it now. I don't like it? Boom!
Jim smiled and introduced, "This is Mr. Sean. If Young Master wants to do business, just cooperate with him."
Sean took out a piece of cloth from his pocket. It was a sample of the cloth that Jim had brought. In fact, it was a corner cut from Allen and the others' original clothes, but it was this thing that aroused Sean's interest. The fat man pinched the cloth and said, "Tell me, how did you produce textiles of this density?"
Allen leaned forward and smiled, "This is the 'worsted' spinning technology developed by our family. Does Mr. Sean think there is a market for it?"
"If there's no profit to be made, do you think I'll sit here? So, are you the boss this guy is talking about? "
"My name is Allen."
"You're so young."
Allen nodded and said, "Yes, it's because I'm young that I dare to take risks. Otherwise, I wouldn't be sitting here."
"Very good, I want this kind of technology. I wonder how Young Master Allen is going to cooperate with me? "Sean said straightforwardly.
"It's very simple. I'll provide the technology and produce the necessary machines. Of course, because we came from afar, it's impossible to bring the machines with us. We only have technicians, so we need to buy textile machines and even make our own parts to assemble them. "
Sean said, "That's not a problem. There are no smelters in Sur City, but I know some good craftsmen. As long as you have the drawings, they can make them. "
"Then, of course, Mr. Sean will provide the workers and the venue. After that, we will split the profits 50-50." Allen spread out his palm and waved it.
Sean laughed, "That won't do, young master. You see, I'm in charge of the workers' sites, and the parts you need for your machines have also fallen on my head, but I only take 50% of the profits in the end. That's a little too little. "
"Alright, you're six and I'm four."
"No, I can only give you 30%!"
Allen laughed and said to Jim, "There should be other workshops in Sur City that are willing to cooperate, right?"
Jim nodded and said, "Of course, young master."
Sean said in a deep voice, "But none of them are bigger than me."
"Then let them join forces." Allen said indifferently, "There's a saying in our world. As long as there was a double profit, no businessman would refuse such a deal. If there were three times the profit, all businessmen would be willing to risk their lives for it. And the technology I provide is enough for your textiles to enter the upper class and be praised by the noble ladies. This kind of profit is more than three times. Mr. Sean can't do it. I think there are plenty of people who are willing to cooperate with me. "
Sean narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Allen. His gaze shifted to William and the others. Edward lowered his head and thought about something. William moved his armor. The dagger in Belmore's hand would always disappear for a moment and then reappear like a magic trick. Sean saw all of this and finally returned to Allen. He laughed, "Make friends, Young Master Allen, I will make friends with you. However, I need more fabric samples or even ready-made clothes in order to carry out the cooperation smoothly. Because the integration of the workshop and the requisition of the site require the approval of the baron, I need to show him something that is enough to impress him. "
"No problem. We'll bring a ready-made garment next time."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
Sean called for ale and poured it for Allen and the others. "I wish us a smooth cooperation."
After a few drinks with him, Allen said without a trace, "Mr. Sean, there's one more small thing I need to trouble you with."
"What is it?"
"We had a few coolie slaves when we came, but they ran away two days ago. They are likely to come to Sur City. I wonder if you can pay attention to them. As the master, I need to punish them severely before I can give the other slaves a warning. "As he spoke, Allen described Baku's appearance.
Baku's scars were very obvious, and Sean said, "So it's them."
Allen pretended to be surprised. "Mr. Sean has seen them."
Sean nodded. "Last night, your slaves broke in and taught the city guards a lesson before throwing them into prison. I heard they were going to be taken to the mine to work as coolies."
"That won't do." Allen said.
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