After lightly knocking on the thick and gorgeous oak door of the box, Connor walked in with a smile on his face.
The record player in the room was playing the "Fourth Symphony" by Alonso, the greatest musicologist in the Kaman Empire. This was the most classic piece of music in Alonso's career. It was full of emotions and was known as a piece of music that was hard to come by in ten years. However, it was a pity that the ladies in the room didn't listen to the classic music. Instead, they used it to cover up some of their screams.
Mr. Vallejo who was "urging his horse to gallop" suddenly saw an uninvited guest who had a smile on his face appear in front of his eyes, and his entire body immediately softened …
After a while, Mr. Vallejo politely asked the two frightened ladies in the room to leave. After putting on his clothes, he slowly asked, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I want to buy something from Mr. Vallejo!" Connor said calmly with a smile on his face. Then, he looked at Vallejo's right hand that was groping behind his back.
Seeing that Connor noticed his little movement, Mr. Vallejo didn't feel embarrassed. He took back his right hand and put it on the table.
"Knockout powder, Kurun knife, revolver, bullets, and magic bullet!" Connor didn't waste time talking to Vallejo. He directly listed out the things he wanted.
Although he got a magical item "Sun Badge" from Mr. Reyes, it was a pity that it could only be used for defense and couldn't be used for attack. This was undoubtedly a big blow to Connor who wanted to make the first move. Therefore, after hearing from George that this broker named Vallejo could get these contraband goods, Connor didn't hesitate to come here.
"Oh my god! What do you want these things for? " Hearing the things he wanted from Connor, Vallejo frowned more and more. When he heard the words "magic bullet" from Connor's mouth, Vallejo couldn't help but exclaim,
"Mr. Vallejo, you've been in this business for a long time. You should know better than me that sometimes it's not a good thing to know too much!" Although Connor's tone was calm, his words were full of threat.
A look of displeasure flashed across Vallejo's face at Connor's threat, but he had no choice but to lower his head. After some thought, he said with certainty, "Although the knockout powder and the Kurun knife are also contraband, I have them in stock. I can give them to you at any time. However, I don't have anything like a revolver. As for anti-magic bullets, you should know that in the entire Loen City, only the police station and the cathedral of the Church of Storms have them!"
Connor couldn't help but frown after hearing Vallejo's answer. he was very dissatisfied with it.
The Kurun knife was similar to the Damascus knife on Earth. It was an extremely sharp weapon that was a specialty of the Bossi Kingdom in this world. However, in Connor's plan, this knife and knockout powder were only supplementary. Connor really wanted a revolver. That was the weapon that he wanted to use to deal with Lena and the possible Spirit Worship Sect disciple, Vidal. As for the magic bullet, which only appeared in rumors, Connor just wanted to see if he could get lucky.
Zhang Tongming didn't say anything directly. He took out five ten-pound notes from his wallet and spread them out on the guest table.
"Mister Vallejo, we didn't know each other before, but I hope that you can sell me what I want for the sake of these gold pounds!" Connor stared into Vallejo's eyes and said in a deep voice, emphasizing every word.
Looking at the five green notes on the guest table, Vallejo couldn't hide the greed in his eyes. His Adam's apple moved a little. He thought for a while and said again, "Maybe I can get you a revolver that is 80% new."
Half an hour later, Connor walked out of Room 6 with a cello case on his back. Behind him, Vallejo was waving to him with a big smile on his face.
"Sir, please keep my name card. If you have any business in the future, please remember that I, Vallejo, will provide you with the best products!"
Connor's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he quickened his pace again. Connor swore that if he didn't have any other choice, he would never do business with Vallejo again.
This time, although he had obtained everything he wanted from Vallejo, such as the Curun Knife, the knockout powder, and the revolver, this time, Conor Ferguson's wallet was truly bleeding. Apart from the 50 gold pounds, he also purchased 40 bullets at the price of 1 shilling per bullet, which cost him 2 gold pounds.
Connor only had ten pounds left in his wallet. Although ten pounds wasn't a small number for most people in the Kaman Empire, it was enough for an entire family to live for one to two months. However, for Connor Ferguson who had a savings of a hundred pounds at his peak and was used to spending lavishly, he still couldn't get used to the flat wallet he had now.
"Looks like I'll have to restrain myself before I receive the 30 pounds from the Education Fund next month!" A wry smile surfaced on Connor's face. Although it was painful to spend the money, he still had to buy the items. Now that he had these three items, Connor felt that his plan's success rate was at least 50%.
Just as the satisfied Conor Ferguson was about to leave the tavern with the cello case containing the contraband, a woman's reprimand attracted his attention.
"You bastard! Let go of me! "
Following the source of the voice, Connor looked over and saw a petite and slender girl wearing a pure white veil. She was being teased by a red-haired young man with a scar on his face. The young man was holding her wrist. The girl struggled with all her might, trying to break free from the red-haired youth's large hand.
However, it was a pity that the disparity in strength made the young lady's struggles and efforts seem so futile. No matter how hard the young lady tried, her white wrist was tightly held by the red-haired young man.
"Little girl, do you know where this place is? Do you know the consequences of rejecting me? " The red-haired youth laughed. As he spoke, the scar on his face was like a wriggling centipede.
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