"Young Master Lasorick, please don't joke around. How would I, Kaman, dare to lie to you with a fake …" Kaman hurriedly replied with a fawning smile, his fat jiggling in fear.
Lin Li, on the other hand, was having second thoughts. After this period of interaction, he could tell that while Kaman did not have much influence, he had a high status in Doland City. After all, he had a monopoly on the mining business, and no one could guarantee that they would not have to deal with him for the rest of their lives. Under normal circumstances, no one would be willing to offend him. Lin Li really could not figure out who this Lasorick was to be able to scare Kaman to this extent. Looking at his pale face and fawning smile, even the leaders of the major forces in Jarrosus would not be this frightened, right?
Feeling puzzled, Lin Li quietly pulled over a staff member of the Exchange, and asked, "Do you know who that fatty is?"
In the past month, Lin Li had been to the Exchange a few times, and was always accompanied by Kaman, who was always at his beck and call. The group of workers could more or less guess what was going on. "He's Young Master Lasorick, the son of Castellan Anjay …" they answered respectfully when they heard the young mage's question. "He's Young Master Lasorick, the son of Castellan Andrew …"
"Oh …" Lin Li immediately understood. No wonder Kaman was like a mouse meeting a cat when he saw the fatty — he was the castellan's son. This was not Jarrosus, and Lin Li had long heard of Castellan Andrew's name. He was a truly powerful man, and compared to Castellan Isaac who had to submit to the Emerald Tower, the difference was like heaven and earth. It was no exaggeration to say that Andrew was the absolute ruler of Doland City!
Since Lasorick was Andrew's son, he could do whatever he wanted in Doland City. Even if Kaman had a bigger background, he would not dare to say anything to Lasorick, not to mention that he only controlled the mining business in Doland City.
"Misunderstanding?" When Lasorick walked out of the crowd, his beady eyes looked like they were about to spit fire. He stared at Kaman for a full minute before saying with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Alright, alright, it's a misunderstanding, isn't it? I'll show you what a real misunderstanding is today, you old pig … Smash this stupid trading house!"
The last sentence was said to the group of subordinates behind him.
As soon as Lasorick's voice fell, Kaman's fat face turned pale. Then, a group of fierce-looking burly men pounced on them and started smashing the things in the trading center. How could the terrified workers be a match for these fierce-looking burly men? In just a few moments, the trading center was smashed into smithereens.
"Young … Young Master Lasorick, there must be a misunderstanding … a misunderstanding … Can you … Can you let me explain …?"
"Get lost!"
"Young Master Lasorick, I swear this is really a misunderstanding, please let me explain …"
Kaman's voice was laced with tears as he watched the business he had painstakingly built up being destroyed.
"You want an explanation, right? Alright, I'll give you a chance to explain … "Lasorick only waved his hands leisurely after the trade center had been smashed into ruins, gesturing for his fierce-looking men to stop.
"Thank you, thank you, Young Master Lasorick …" Kaman could no longer be bothered to feel sorry for the trade center that had been smashed into ruins. He squeezed out a smile as he thanked Lasorick profusely. "Young Master Lasorick, I swear that the dagger I sold you last month was definitely the work of Master Garza. I got someone to appraise it, and there's really Master Garza's mark on it …"
"F * ck you last month, of course I recognize Master Garza's work. I'm talking about the scimitar I bought from you two days ago. F * ck, you old fat pig, how dare you lie to me and say that this broken scimitar is made of rainbow adamantine. I spent hundreds of thousands of gold coins to buy it, and when I got someone to take a look, it turned out to be a f * cking fake. Old fat pig, I think you're really tired of living, you even dare to lie to me …"
"The machete you bought from me a few days ago?" Kaman thought about it for a long time before he vaguely remembered that a scimitar had been sold in his weapon shop a few days ago, and that the blacksmith who had forged the scimitar was currently in his ore trading center. However, the one who had bought the scimitar was not Young Master Lasorick. Could there have been some misunderstanding?
Just as Kaman was puzzled, Lasorick said smugly, "Don't even think about it, you'll never be able to figure it out with that fat pig brain of yours. To tell you the truth, I was busy and couldn't make it that day, so I asked Ralf to buy it for me. I didn't expect you to be so daring, seeing that I didn't come personally, you actually took out a fake to entertain me!"
"You asked Ralf to buy it?" Kaman's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Castellan Andrew's influence was unimaginable. Ralf was the most outstanding young warrior in Doland in recent years. He had reached level-15 before the age of 30, and was seen as the most promising young warrior after Carlo to reach the Legendary-realm in Doland. To think that even he had fallen for Castellan Andrew's trap, and seemed to be loyal to him. Otherwise, he would not have been so willing to run errands for Lasorick …
If this had happened in the past, it would have been big news that would have shocked the whole of Doland. Unfortunately, Kaman was not in the mood to care about it now. He was more concerned about how to explain this matter and how to pacify Lasorick's anger. Otherwise, what awaited him would not have been fun …
"But Young Master Lasorick, the machete that Mr Ralf bought was really made of rainbow adamantine …" Kaman was absolutely confident about this, because he had bought the rainbow adamantine from an Adventurer. Kaman remembered clearly that he had sent the rainbow adamantine to Black Clouds Town in the middle of the night, and that young mage had given him four magical weapons to sell in his weapon shop.
"To hell with the rainbow adamantine, old pig. You're not going to give in until you're faced with the grim reality. Do you know that I had Master Garza appraise it after I bought that darn machete of yours? Even Master Garza said that this rubbish machete was not made of rainbow adamantine!"
"Ah …" Kaman's expression froze. He naturally knew what kind of person Master Garza was. This middle-aged man in his forties was the President of Doland's Blacksmith Guild, and the most authoritative blacksmith in the whole of Doland. His appraisal was practically the final word!
But subconsciously, Kaman did not believe that the young mage would lie to him.
Of course, this was not because Kaman thought that the young mage was honest, but because he felt that there was no need for him to do so. Why would a person who could create millions of gold coins in an instant use other magical metals to pass off rainbow adamantine?
Besides, with the powerful attributes of the four pieces of magical equipment, even if they were forged with fine iron, there was absolutely no need to worry about the quality of the equipment. Why would they go through the trouble of making a big detour and making a rainbow adamantine?
"Young … Young Master Lasorick …" Kaman swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and asked carefully, "Could … Could Master Garza have seen wrongly …"
Kaman knew that he had done something stupid the moment he said that. At this moment, he really wanted to slap himself. What an idiot! Master Garza was the most authoritative blacksmith in Doland, and he was deeply trusted by the castellan, Andrew. If he suspected that Garza had seen wrongly, wouldn't he be doubting the castellan's judgment?
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to take back his words.
"F * ck you!" Indeed, Kaman's words were like poking a hornet's nest. Lasorick, who had just calmed down a little, flew into a rage upon hearing that. He took a step forward and grabbed Lasorick's collar like a beast about to devour him. "Old fat pig, I think you're tired of living. If I suspect that Master Garza has seen wrongly, why don't you suspect that your mother gave birth to you wrongly? Damn it, who do you think you are? You're just a money-making dog, how dare you suspect Master Garza … "
"Lasorick, let go of Boss Kaman first, I have something to ask him …" Just as Kaman thought that he was going to die, a voice rang out from the crowd.
"Master Garza, you're the Castellan's VIP. If you have anything you want to know, just ask this old fat pig. There's no need to be so courteous with him, he's born to be a punching bag — he deserves a beating!" Lasorick said fiercely, and kicked Kaman in the stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp.
"Alright, Lasorick, let me talk to Boss Kaman …"
"This … alright." Lasorick thought for a moment, and let go of Kaman.
"Boss Kaman, may I ask from whom did you buy this machete?"
"I … I bought it from an adventurer …" Kaman could not help but glance at Lin Li, who had been standing there quietly, as if he did not want to admit it. Since the young mage was not going to admit it, Kaman did not dare to say anything. This was no laughing matter. If he offended Lasorick, he would at most suffer some physical pain, or even lose the business he had worked so hard to build. However, if he offended this young mage, the entire Rosen Union would be wiped out overnight. After weighing the pros and cons, Kaman felt that it was better to keep his mouth shut …
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