Chapter 120: Preparations for the Sale

Carriages without any markings travel back and forth on the not-so-numerous streets of Duoen Town; although the carriages have almost no decorations, the locals actually know what this type of carriage is for.

Every guest who rides this type of carriage is someone heading to the Underground Black Market located beneath Duoen Town to conduct business. To track or actively attack such a carriage is simply having a death wish; that is going against the Dark Side of Duoen Town—the Thieves Guild!

No one on the surface of Duoen Town would think of angering the Thieves Guild, unless they do not want to live!

Inside the carriage, the noise produced by the wheels driving over the stone road in the town was reduced significantly. Lady Feiniya did not put away the smile on her face until she was at a certain distance from Knight Jier, and she leaned silently against the soft seat back.

She used the faint light inside the carriage to look at the Maid on the opposite chair and suddenly said, "You heard it just now, right? That Knight Jier actually recognized you at first glance, instead of me. Hehe..."

The lady laughed without emotion, then slightly pulled open the cloth curtain on the carriage window to let some light shine in, and took out a small mirror to observe her own appearance.

"It seems that men have always been like that; they only like young women. For a woman like me who is getting on in years and should have had four or five children by now, they simply cannot remember the appearance of women like us! Damn it, I clearly don't look bad. Tell me, where exactly am I lacking?"

The Maid sitting opposite—no, at this point, she no longer holds the job of a Maid; this young woman now manages two shops handed over to her by Lady Feiniya and is already a somewhat famous female Merchant.

"Big Sister, please don't mind Knight Jier's words. He is a young Knight lord; I reckon he would never pay attention to people like us. Not to mention that it was he who led people to save the two of us from that terrible place back then. Wuu, our state at that time must have been terrible; seeing that scene, Knight Jier naturally wouldn't look at us straight, right?"

Once the young woman said this, Lady Feiniya no longer harbored hidden resentment toward her little sister. After all, there were actually several women tortured together at that time, but only the two of them survived. This relationship of shared misfortune made the usually strong-willed Lady Feiniya's expression shrink, and she grabbed the hand of the young woman opposite, holding it tightly.

"Rest assured, that kind of situation will definitely not happen again; it will never happen again in this life. I swear I will protect you well, and you must also swear that you will protect me, okay?"

The young woman nodded continuously, tears flowing from her eye sockets like a broken string.

"Don't be tearful; the makeup you put on before going out is about to be ruined. Those cosmetics are not cheap! Remember, appearance is not only something that we women are naturally fought over for by men, but it is also our sharpest sword! The prettier it is, the sharper this sword will be; it doesn't lose to Knight Jier's precious sword!"

The two then spoke a few more words and shifted the topic to the Dwarf item sale that Jier had just invited them to.

"After we finish our business in a while, shall we go see that Dwarf sale held by Knight Jier? Knight Jier said that Dwarf things are not as crude and ugly as we Humans imagine; on the contrary, Dwarf things are very fine and ingenious. Even if we don't buy anything in a while, we will definitely be able to see many Merchants in town. At that time, you and I must cheer up and show our momentum; don't be like last time, shrinking into a ball when being scrutinized by those men with all kinds of gazes."

Lady Feiniya cheered up her little sister: "Hold your chest high, keep a natural smile on your face, place your hands on your lower abdomen and pace slowly, just look at the things you like on your own, instead of having your attention attracted by other people's words. Have you remembered all of this?"

The young woman nodded, carefully took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, and checked her makeup using Lady Feiniya's hand mirror.

The ding-a-ling sound of a bell rang out; this was the reminder from the silent Groom driving outside, signaling that the carriage was about to arrive at the building entering the Underground Black Market, letting the guests inside the carriage prepare to get off.

This carriage naturally turned its body on the street and entered the backyard of the Golden Sickle Merchant Guild through the courtyard gate that had been opened to the side.

The backyard was crowded with people and horses, but everyone was not surprised by the carriage that had abruptly driven in, letting it drive into a one-story enclosed building to the side of the backyard. Someone even helped close the wooden door of this building, saving the driving Groom a bit of work.

Lady Feiniya got off the carriage with her little sister and curled her lips in disdain as she looked at this decor, which was exactly the same as other entrances to the Underground Black Market. She had just heard people talking about debtors and a new batch of powerful debtors having arrived; clearly, they were at the Golden Sickle Merchant Guild.

If one were to say that the establishment of the Underground Black Market had nothing to do with the Merchant Union that manages the town, even a dog would not believe it.

But because of the deterrence of the Thieves Guild behind the Underground Black Market, the Merchants in town actually have a tacit understanding not to expose and directly discuss such matters.

Even if some of the goods sold in the Underground Black Market are the very goods that were recently stolen from them by Bandits, it is the same.

In fact, the Underground Black Market has already been semi-nested into the commercial trade of Duoen Town, becoming a part like a shadow. After all, everyone has to admit one thing: one's own shadow often has a close connection with oneself.

It is said that among some witchcraft Curses, there are peculiar abilities that use the shadow to harm the owner of the shadow.

Lady Feiniya and her little sister held small account books; this time coming to the Underground Black Market was not to shop, but to check the business situation of a 'shop' they had opened in the Underground Black Market.

And the person in charge of this 'shop' was none other than the former manager of the Bean shop, that middle-aged man who had gone to the lair of Shanlang Bani with them. However, in that adventure full of accidents, this man's performance was not outstanding; instead, Lady Feiniya held the leading power of the adventure team throughout the whole process and ultimately brought everyone a generous return.

Two full money bags were loaded into Jier's own carriage, and Jier instructed the Warrior guarding the carriage, stating not to let anyone except him and Xueya Site touch his carriage.

Subsequently, Jier entered the carriage and fiddled with it for a while; in fact, he was sending the money bags into the lady's dream for safe storage.

This is a double insurance; even if someone took the opportunity to sneak into his carriage to rummage, they would never be able to find anything useful. In the carriage, he only put some ordinary clothing and weapons and Armor; although there were also money jars, they were mostly Copper Coins, and there were not even many Silver Coins.

Even if lost, the loss would not be great.

But if an outsider risked entering here, it would let Jier know that someone had designs on him.

It actually served as an early warning.

At this time, it was almost evening, and the Dwarfs' arrangement in the backyard of the inn was already quite effective. Some easy-to-carry lighting tools were hung by the Dwarfs next to each stall, providing basic illumination for this small sale. On the wooden tables arranged separately, there were not many, but not a small number of various Dwarf items.

Including some Dwarf books with pictures and charts, Dwarf Single-handed Weapons, Crystal Shields, lighting tools brought out for sale, and night-glowing plants of types different from those commonly used by Humans.

Besides that, there were some relatively new, gorgeous Dwarf clothes that hadn't been worn many times. Jier went up to ask about this and only then learned that they were the Soldier uniforms given by the Kingdom when those Dwarf Soldiers in the team first took office.

Because they usually wore Soldier Armor, this glorious uniform had not been worn many times from beginning to end.

"What about the Soldier Captain's uniform? Not planning to sell it?" Jier asked the old Dwarf who was accompanying him around. Unexpectedly, when this was mentioned, the old Dwarf's face changed slightly. He looked at a corner of the sale, where the mother of 'Xiaoxuezi'—one of the Dwarf Chefs—was making Dwarf specialty food.

"She still has a thought, always feeling that 'Xiaoxuezi's' father is still alive somewhere. Even more heartlessly, she only hopes that 'Xiaoxuezi's' father left everyone behind and is living a carefree and happy life alone. Instead of..."

"Instead of dying somewhere? Right?" Jier said the second half of the sentence that the old Dwarf was unwilling to say.

"That is the meaning. Therefore, I have talked to her. 'Xiaoxuezi' actually doesn't want to see his father's relics and advocates selling the more valuable Soldier Captain's uniform for money to help everyone. But she is unwilling, so I no longer bring up this matter."

"Jier, come and see, how is our preparation here? While this sale has not yet started, please help us take a look from a Human perspective and offer some opinions." The old Dwarf invited Jier to offer critical opinions.

Jier had no opinions on the various items sold by the Dwarfs. He was actually not very familiar with the Dwarfs; it was just that when dealing with them, their temperaments matched, so the Dwarfs had a relatively good relationship with him.

After contacting them for this period, some Warriors in the team obviously also made friends with the Dwarfs. They ate together, drank together, bragged, and chatted, and their relationship became much closer.

But in serious matters, the Dwarfs still trusted him personally. The reason, to put it simply, is that Jier is strong enough. He was strong enough to defeat the Dwarfs one after another in the Babotali Valley by himself. The Dwarfs recognized and respected him very much. Although everyone usually didn't talk much, when it came to real opinions, they would all listen to Jier.

"It's all quite good, it's just that it's getting dark. You Dwarfs might feel that this sparse lighting is enough, but if you ask me, it's actually not quite enough. To make a sale lively and make people willing to come out at night to take a look, it must be bright enough!"

Jier pointed to the environment that the Dwarfs felt was suitable but Humans felt was a bit dark and offered his opinion.

Haven't you seen that the sale hasn't started yet, and Jier's Warriors, as well as the Shop Assistants of this Jinbi Dingdang Inn, don't really come over to take a look? It's not that they aren't curious about what the Dwarfs are selling, but that the light here isn't very bright. It's already evening, and the surrounding environment makes Humans feel a bit dark. After it really gets dark, are the Dwarfs going to let the guests who come to browse carry their own Torches to pick products?

Clearly unrealistic.

"This, this is also intended to highlight the environment of our specialty glowing plants. After all, everyone discussed it, and these glowing plants that we Dwarfs often use, as well as some unique glowing plants found and cultivated in the mountain forests near the Babotali Valley, might sell quite a lot. As long as you meet someone who knows the ropes, they will know how much income mastering the cultivation of a new glowing plant can bring them in the future."

Jier felt that the Dwarfs' thinking was a bit hard to fathom. Who comes to a Dwarf item sale to buy new varieties of glowing plants!

Everyone comes to see something fresh, and wants to buy a few pieces of truly original Dwarf items that they have never seen before! After all, for Dwarf things, it is more guaranteed to buy directly from Dwarfs.

It's not that there haven't been Merchant Guilds claiming to have alien artworks, unique tools, daily objects, weapons, and equipment, but among them, half-true and half-false is already considered having a conscience for such Merchant Guilds.

Nine fakes and one real can even be claimed as testing the visitor's own identification and judgment skills. If you buy a real one, you are awesome; if you buy a fake, don't be discouraged, consider it buying a lesson, and pay attention next time.

And Jier using his own name as a guarantee to send invitations to the Merchants in Duoen Town to come here and buy real Dwarf items from some real Dwarfs—isn't this already very attractive?

So.

"The lighting must be sufficient! Increase the distance between each stall; don't be polite, it doesn't matter if you take up half of the inn's backyard. Anyway, the people living here are mainly us, and there aren't many other people."

Jier waved his hand, took out the Blessed Short Staff, and used the Short Staff to emit more than a dozen Divine Power Light Balls, sticking them on the wall of the inn facing the backyard and the high places around, making the entire venue of the sale suddenly become very bright. It was even the kind where every detail was visible; because there were too many light sources and it was too bright, everyone at the venue didn't even leave a shadow.

"Don't be stingy with the food made by the Chefs either. It's free; just make it and give it to every guest who participates and wants to eat. If they want to taste the Dwarf specialty food, send it out for free. If the materials are not enough, ask the inn's kitchen for them, and put the bill on me first."

Jier continued to wave his hand, summoning the innkeeper and the head chef, telling them to open the inn's kitchen supply reserves for the Dwarves to take as they pleased tonight; they only needed to send a Shop Assistant to stand by the kitchen, record each item as it was taken, and settle the bill with the inn tomorrow morning.

If many people came tonight, the food consumption would obviously not be a small amount, but Jier had just acquired over two hundred Gold Coins, so this small sum was nothing to worry about.

"There must be no shortage of drinks either; set up ale stalls and Wine stalls, and provide them for free to the arriving guests. You Dwarves can eat and drink while you're at it, but don't forget to perform a few Dwarf dances while you eat and drink, how about that? Oh, Tieshou, don't forget to ask these well-informed Merchants where in the Southern Province there are Dwarves who have officially entered Human society."

"I haven't forgotten that, Jier." The old Dwarf nodded and entrusted the matter to his confidant.

Jier wandered around the sale fair prepared by the Dwarves and finally stopped in surprise in front of a stall set up by a Dwarf Soldier: "No way, why are you even selling full sets of Dwarf Armor? This material, oh, it's the material for the Armor worn by ordinary Dwarf Warriors; I thought you still had Soldier Armor on hand."

The Dwarf Soldier at the stall glanced at Jier with disdain and rolled his eyes; their original Soldier Armor had all been taken by Jier and hadn't been returned even now, and although Jier couldn't wear it due to his height, he just kept it as spoils of war.

Now, these Soldiers were all wearing spare personal Armor they had crafted when they were bored in the past, and the defensive capability had dropped significantly.

"These things are relatively easy to make, so I specifically brought a few extra sets as spares when we left; now that I've taken them out to sell as a complete set, they should fetch a pretty good price, right?" the old Dwarf asked tentatively, though his words were actually quite certain.

No matter where or when, such a set of alien Armor with research and collection value was highly valuable. If it weren't for the uncertain road ahead, if the old Dwarf needed to raise money, he would only need to sell the set of Dwarf Warrior Armor that every Dwarf carried to exchange for unimaginable wealth.

But how could that be possible?

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