"Buy! Buy the f * cking stuff! "
"I want all of them!"
"No, I want to buy this and this. I'm going to eat porridge this month."
Mu Xilon was once a prosperous place. In most cases, a vampire lord's territory was more prosperous than a human noble's. Vampires didn't ask for much from their living subjects, just blood and labor. Vampire lords had many ways to increase their income. Their long and eternal lives allowed them to accumulate a huge amount of wealth.
This was why Mu Xilon was so prosperous.
Waves after waves of people rushed to buy the goods, and Gerrod's sword also drank the blood of the fallen. Thieves had their eyes on these goods, and the powerful knights of the kingdom had to catch these thieves and kill them.
Next to the stall, a rather luxurious carriage was gently rocking. The fat merchant from before was inside. Ever since he entered, the carriage had been rocking non-stop. It had been rocking for as long as the summer promotion had been going on.
"Hey, you dead man. Look, you can't even compare to a fat guy who weighs a few hundred pounds!" A woman in her forties saw the carriage rocking, so she took the opportunity to mock her husband.
"Who knows what drugs that fat guy took?" The man looked a little angry. "Enough, if you don't want to buy anything, we'll go home."
The carriage was still rocking, and sounds came from inside, making people's imaginations run wild.
"Wah wah wah!"
"Wah wah wah!"
The sounds kept coming from inside the carriage, but what was behind the heavy curtains was not what people imagined.
Everything was a magic illusion. Laing sat in the middle of the carriage and observed the scene of the hot sale. He said to Veronica, who was sitting on his lap, "Let's think, what do we need to make siege weapons?"
"Wah wah wah!" Veronica purposely yelled. Then, Garland let out a soft cry and punched Leon's chest with her fist. "Stop!" She yelled.
"I'm not joking with you, Veronica. Stop fooling around." Laing stretched his hand out from under Veronica's skirt and said to Teresa, who was also sitting beside him, "What do you think, Teresa?"
"First, we can be sure that siege weapons require a lot of materials and help from living people. Zombies and skeletons are the main labor force of the undead, so there's no way they can make siege weapons." Theresa, who was wearing an extremely ugly hooked nose, sat beside Ryan with her legs bent and said cautiously, "Also, the siege weapons require a lot of materials."
"You're talking nonsense, Trovic," Veronica said impatiently, "Anyone can think of that."
"Then, what do you think? Veronica? " Teresa was immediately angered by Veronica. The conflict between the sorceress and the witch gave Laing quite a headache. Their roles in Laing's life were too similar, so their relationship was bad. The grudge had accumulated since they were young, and Laing had completely given up on trying to reconcile them.
"There are three key points to making siege weapons: enough space, a lot of materials, and good craftsmen. Now that we're in a state of war, Mu Xilon's chaos means that the place where siege weapons can be made will be sealed off. So, we have to figure out which parts of the city we're not allowed to enter," Veronica analyzed.
Veronica's analysis was clear and logical. Seeing this, Leon nodded repeatedly. Then, he stretched out his hand and motioned for the Demon Hunter to come over. Then, he whispered in his ear.
"Understood." Eiber nodded and tried to talk to the customers in the queue.
This was an easy start. Soon, someone told Abell where he couldn't go in the city. They were the inner castle of Merovin Castle, the shipyard by the sea, the necromancers' gathering place, and the library.
Eiber quickly came back to tell Laing.
"Eiber has already figured it out for us. There are three places in the city that we're not allowed to enter. They're Merovin Castle, the shipyard by the city's harbor, the library, and a few places where the vampires gather." Leon nodded. He hid in the carriage and continued, "Obviously, the siege weapons that the vampires want to build can't be built in the library or the meeting place. Then, the most likely place to build siege weapons is Merovin Castle, the dock, or … outside the city."
"The space to make siege weapons must be big enough, and a lot of people and materials must be transported in and out. The undead won't be able to hide there. Laing, we need to know where the materials are going, including wood, stone, and a small amount of magic materials." Teresa sat beside Laing and continued her analysis. "The next thing we need to know is where the materials are most likely to be used to make siege weapons. It's unlikely to be inside the city, so it should be outside the city."
"Very good. Now, it's my turn." Clayon adjusted his mask and waited for the right time to enter the stage.
"Mmmm …" Veronica started again. Laing reached out and pinched Garland's feet lightly. Her feet were painted with red nail polish. "Shut up. Otherwise, I'm going to try doing it in the carriage."
Only then did Veronica shut her mouth.
Laing's "Steam Summer Sale" didn't last long. Due to the sales and the scarcity of goods, the event was destined to be short-lived. The citizens who bought the goods were happy, but the people who had been waiting in line for a long time were unhappy. They rushed over in waves, cursing and swearing as they tried to squeeze to the front to see if there were any more goods. Some even wanted to argue with Laing and ask when the next sale would be.
"Ladies and gentlemen, most of my goods have been sold out. I do have some left, and I'm willing to continue selling them to you. But before that, can I make a request?" Ryan said to the crowd around him. "Yes, sir. Most of my goods have been sold out. I do have some left, and I'm willing to sell them to you.
"What does the greedy merchant want to know?" Many people shouted when they heard that the fat merchant still had some goods left. Everyone's face was filled with hatred and greed.
"It's like this. I'm a merchant. I came to Mu Xilong to do business. I don't want to return to Marlin Castle empty-handed. I've always heard that Mu Xilong produces high-quality hardwood and stone. May I ask where I can buy these things?" The fat merchant, Gabe Newell, opened his hands and spoke with a lisp. The beard on his face swayed.
"Hey, merchant of Marineburg, where did you hear that Mu Xilon produces hardwood and stone? This is Mu Xilon! This is a swamp. Our specialties here are the various crops in the Fertile Swamp, as well as the snails and frogs in the Swamp. " A citizen sneered, his face full of contempt and mockery. "Maybe you can buy some snails and frogs back to Marineburg? If they don't break on the way. "
There were two special professions in Mu Xilon: swampmen and frogwives. Swampmen were professional snail catchers and frog hunters. Their profession name came from an obscure dialect, which meant swampmen or froghunters. All creatures in the Swamp were legally owned by the Lord. To become a swampman, one would at least need the consent of the local nobles. Some nobles required a long apprenticeship and an oath. Only when one could call himself a swampman would he be allowed to hunt in the Lord's Swamp. They were usually tenacious people who were good at finding snails and frogs. Their work was tedious and time-consuming.
Swampmen were usually male, but some nobles allowed particularly observant and agile girls to marry skilled men to hunt. These girls were called frogwives.
Living in a corrupted environment for a long time, the human heart of Mu Xilon had been distorted by corruption. Whether it was the corruption of Chaos or the corruption of vampires, the people here were filled with malice, bloodlust and depravity. They often performed forbidden dark rituals, summoning the Dark God that was forbidden to worship in the outside world. Laing thought that if the people of Mu Xilon were to be judged in Brittany, almost eighty percent of them would be sentenced to death by hanging.
"Oh, my friends. Snails and frogs may be your specialties here, but I don't need them. I don't know how to preserve them, and how to sell them. Marineburg has no tradition of eating these things." Laing looked helpless. "This is not a good business. I don't think I need them."
"So you're looking for hardwood and stone materials? Outsider? "Some of the townsfolk shouted impatiently.
"No, no, no, I'm buying everything. I'm just asking. You know, I don't have many chances to come to Mu Xilon. I don't want to go back empty-handed. Listen, every time I come here, I have to pay a large sum of customs duties. I …" The fat merchant's chatter was annoying, so someone quickly interrupted him. "Enough! Outsider, we don't have time to listen to your chatter. If you want to buy hardwood and stone, you should go to Old Deckard. He specializes in this business. "
"Old Deckard?" The fat merchant immediately signaled for everyone to be quiet.
"Sell me the goods, or I won't tell you!" The person who spoke said.
"Deal." The fat hand reached out and shook the person's hand.
The man looked to be in his mid-forties. He and Laing came to a street corner. The middle-aged man continued in a low voice, "Listen, outsider. You're looking for Old Deckard. He specializes in trading. Mu Xilon is a swamp, and we lack a lot of resources. Our undead master appointed a few people to take care of this. Old Deckard is one of them."
"Okay, continue. I'm listening. You talk, I'm listening." Laing quickly put his hands on his hips and lowered his head to show that he was listening.
"Old Deckard's shop is three blocks from here. Turn right and you'll see a giant bat sign. Remember, don't tell anyone I told you." The middle-aged man's speech seemed to have been specially trained. There were not many people who could speak as clearly as he did. "But your hopes may be dashed. Outsider, recently, someone has been buying these on a large scale."
"Hmm, that's fine. We can talk about other things." Laing reached out his hand. "Thank you very much, brother."
"Who's your brother? I only want the goods. Hurry up and sell it to me. " The middle-aged man slapped Laing's hand away. Laing didn't mind and gestured for Jerrold to take out a pouch. "Where's your gold?"
"Hey! Is my information not worth that much? "The middle-aged man cursed as he took out a pouch of gold crowns.
"You said sell me the goods, not give me the goods, mister."
"Oh, okay, okay. Or you can trade your life for it?" The middle-aged man suddenly took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it straight at Laing's face.
The cold light of the dagger shone on Laing's face.
Laing subconsciously retreated with a look of shock. He lost control of his fat body and almost fell. He cried out in pain, as if he didn't know how to do that at all.
Clang! Jerrold's sword was even faster. The royal knight, who was disguised as a butler, pierced through the middle-aged man's chest just as he raised the dagger. Blood splattered on the ground. The middle-aged man looked at Jerrold in disbelief and breathed his last.
"Hey, don't kill people!" Laing complained unhappily. "Peace breeds wealth!"
The fat merchant then gestured for two demon hunters to strip the middle-aged man naked and take away all his valuables. As he patted the dust off his body, he continued, "Come, let's go see Old Deckard."
After Laing and the others left, dark creatures and low-level vampires immediately came out from the depths of the alley to fight for their blood and flesh.
In Muxilon, murders often happened in broad daylight on the streets. The people were already used to it.
In the depths of the alley, two figures in black robes stared at the fat merchant's figure and whispered, "You're still suspicious of him? He's just a merchant. Judging from his performance just now, he hasn't received any training at all. "
"But I just feel that there's something wrong with him. This merchant, Gabe Newell's timing is too coincidental." The other black-robed man revealed his true identity. He was Matthew Bard. This young knight didn't choose to be hastily turned into a vampire. His human identity was still useful.
Akhan had left a large dark magic ritual on him, which would be the key to his future destruction of Brittany. "Don't you think it's strange? Not long after the Red Duke and his army set off, this merchant appeared. After disappearing for a few years, he's now wandering around, gathering information. "
"Merchants don't want to return empty-handed. This is a very normal situation, sir." The other black-robed man retorted. "He's a trading partner of the Von Karstein family. Man Frey is now working with us. If we act recklessly, the already fragile relationship between Master and Man Frey will be destroyed by your recklessness!"
"I know!" Matthew Bard said impatiently. He looked at the fat merchant's back. "I'll make him show his true form!"
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