Chapter Ten Arrangements. Purchases

  "Alright, so this is your activity fund!"

  Deane lifted one foot and kicked the money box in front of Jack, saying: "You shouldn't be unfamiliar with Wobang County, where thieves and mercenaries gather. Take out 100 gold pounds to offer a reward for Mite's head, and you'll find that everything becomes so easy - the killers attracted by the money will do everything you want but can't do! As for the rest..."

  "I'll buy off Maitreya's underlings and make them choose to obey me!"

  Jack hastily replied - it was evident that this robber gentleman was no fool.

  "Remember, I need your help with some things, so your life is also very important. Take out fifty gold pounds and hire some reliable bodyguards - in someone's name!"

  Dean looked at the opponent who didn't seem stupid and gave a hint - although Dean didn't really care about the opponent's death, it was more beneficial for him to be alive before some things were done.

  So Dean wouldn't be stingy with his reminders.

  "Got it, sir!"

  Jack didn't know this, he simply thought that the person in front of him who made him feel terrified was showing concern for him. The robber was overjoyed at this; because it proved that his opponent wouldn't take his life easily, which was good news for him, wasn't it?

  "So, hurry up and complete your task - after you're done, I'll come looking for you... If it takes more than half a year, you know what that means!"

  Deane picked up the box containing the contraband route map and loot, as well as the crossbow beside it, and walked towards a nearby shadow, while a clear voice came over; causing Jack to nod repeatedly in understanding.

  After Dean's figure truly disappeared, the robber sat on the ground again, first looking at his right hand missing thumb, then looking at the box in front of him; when he opened the box again and was dazzled by the flashing golden light, Jack confirmed that he wasn't dreaming.

  After staring blankly at the trunk filled with gold coins for a while, Jack finally came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream. He slammed the trunk shut and meticulously swept away any traces of their presence, especially the bonfire, which he buried again and covered with many withered leaves. From the outside, there was no sign of anything unusual. Then, this Mr. Robber, holding the trunk, quickly disappeared into the night.

  It wasn't until Jack had been gone for nearly ten minutes that Dean emerged from the shadows, of course he hadn't left and returned but rather had never left - with Dean's skill at sneaking and hiding it wasn't something a thief could detect.

  No leaving Dean, need to see clearly that Jack's true performance - after all, two hundred gold for each other is indeed a huge sum of money, enough to make the other party change their mind or even risk everything; so, Dean must confirm again that the other party has not changed their original intention.

  And as a result, it was naturally satisfactory for Dean.

  So Dean walked around the small open space again, sweeping away the traces that Jack had missed once more before finally merging into the shadows on one side and leaving for real.

  What if the robber changed his mind?

  The crossbow that Dean had just grasped in his hand was enough to be fatal, and for Dean, it was only a bit of trouble, and he would change the deployment and plan again.

  ……

  In any town, there are always one or two inconspicuous taverns that can continue to operate even if business is not good. In Horn Town, 'Geraldino' was such a small tavern. The originally bright pattern on the sign had faded in color, and even the straight edges had become uneven due to wind and rain, but the words were still clear enough not to cause confusion.

  Ouch!

  The sound of the door being pushed open replaced the original doorbell.

  "Welcome, stranger traveler!"

  The tavern owner, a short and stout man with an ordinary face, smiled as he turned around, wiping down a mug while greeting Dean as he walked in: "Customer, want to have a drink? I've got top-notch rum or you can pick a sweet and mellow honey wine?"

  "I want one-third of a cup of red wine!"

  Dean said in a low voice according to the password in his memory - The small wine house with poor business can continue to operate, naturally because the business of these small wine houses is not selling wine; But selling some things that cannot be found on the market and prohibited by law; And these things have always been profitable.

  In his past life, Dean had also done such things to raise funds; and it was precisely because he had done such things that he understood some of the unknown secrets; for example: about the person in front of him who was not tall and fat, but smiled with a silly expression; no one would have thought that the other party would be the largest black market smuggler in Yorkshire, and in the future, his business would spread to almost the entire northern part of the Emerald Kingdom.

  Even later, with the downfall of the Jade Kingdom, when all his business in the Jade Kingdom went bankrupt, he reappeared in the Free City just three years later, bringing with him an immeasurable fortune and becoming one of the top merchants in the Free Federation.

  Of course, more importantly, during Dean's last battle, the raw materials of those explosive crystals were purchased from the other party.

  "As long as you can afford it, I'll get you whatever you want!"

  This is the famous saying of the merchant in front, Long Lang. It's a famous saying because it has been verified; and facing the merchant who can verify this sentence, Dean dare not take it lightly, even if the other party is still far from being the well-known Long Lang of later generations.

  After all, he was not the lone wolf of Haggard known to later generations either.

  Moreover, even when his reputation had already begun to spread throughout the Goertz at that time, the other party was only giving a 95% discount because they were both refugees from the Emerald Kingdom; and in the next transaction, the previous discount would be doubled back.

  In short, this is a trustworthy partner but an extremely greedy guy.

  "Red wine, that's quite expensive; you'll need more money..."

  With an unexpectedly warm smile, the tavern owner waited for Dean's reaction. When he saw the three copper coins placed on the counter, his smile became even brighter. A price list written in cryptic symbols appeared before Dean; at the same time, the three copper coins disappeared from the counter - this was a necessary handling fee and also another secret signal to conduct a special transaction with the other party. Although Dean was certain that this was another way for the other party to make money, Galen insisted that it was for insurance purposes.

  It is obvious that the latter is more convincing. For safety's sake, who among those who come to conduct such a special transaction would care about three coppers?

  Deane was worried, but what he paid more attention to was the price list of goods in front of him.

  A dense and intricate price list, marked with "special products" that are not found in other similar stores, even including some of the "special products" from Gao Sai and Xi Ti...

  And this made Dean, who was planning more follow-up plans, slightly relieved; after all, if he couldn't find what he wanted here in Longlong, it would be even harder to find it on the road ahead.

  However, apparently Dean was lucky.

  As he looked at the price list, Dean silently recalled the prices of various "specialties" in the Jade Kingdom during that period. Thanks to his relatively good memory and efforts to earn every penny at the time, he clearly remembered the prices back then - compared to the skyrocketing prices after the Second Blood Moon War, the fair prices now were always memorable.

  However, Galen Dora here is still about 5% higher than other black markets and similar stores; after all, the complete variety is worth such a price.

  Deane quickly made his selection, saying: "One serving of No. 1, two servings of No. 4, two servings of No. 9, and three servings of No. 15..."

  A string of numbers flowed from Dean's mouth, and with each one, the landlord's face grew a fraction more cheerful. When Dean finished, the landlord was beaming like a flower. He poured Dean half a cup of rum and asked, "Sir, that comes to thirty-seven gold pounds and two silver marks; I've already waived the copper coins for you! Do you want to pay in gold or use goods as collateral?"

  Pawning items, this way of exchanging goods for goods, is also the most favored by Long Lang or any other shop owner who runs a similar business. After all, he can always get some unexpectedly valuable treasures from people who don't know their worth - and it's clear that the person in front of him doesn't have enough gold coins on him, considering he can hear the sound of gold coins jingling in someone's pouch from ten paces away.

  So Long Lang began to look forward to it, wondering if there would be any unexpected surprises.

  As for those who come to make fun of him or even blackmail him?

  For his ten good hands in this small wine shop, Long Lang had great confidence; after all, this was proven by countless facts.