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Chapter 54 0054: Doorway

Early the next morning.

Ken ran through the loot during the night.

The robbers' loot contained a lot of materials of varying quality, some essential daily necessities, expensive but tasteless antiques, rare ancient relics, and scalp-numbing magic reagents.

He arranged for people to reclassify and pack them, and stayed up all night to sort out all the valuable things.

"Sell them all to Baiwushe later."

Kuima pondered for a moment in the driver's seat, and raised her concerns: "We don't understand the market, and it is easy to suffer losses."

"So, we need to find professionals to handle this batch of goods for us." Ken said with a smile. "Take the main road, stop at the commercial street, and then turn to Marungu's workshop."

Quima swung his whip.

The wheels of the convoy began to turn, and several wolf riders followed behind as guards.

Ken slept on the co-pilot, used dozes to relieve his tense nerves, and even used experience points to repair the strain of staying up late-as a team leader, he should try his best to avoid being weak, so as not to be plotted by others in a place full of fish and dragons.

The surroundings became noisy, and several caravans passed by.

When the air began to smell of alcohol and fragrance, the carriage stopped, and Ken rubbed his sleepy eyes and rolled over, bypassing the drunkards and clients, and turned into the secret passage.

Ken waited for a while at the door of the Bookshelf.

The familiar secret technique fell on him again.

Then, he went straight to the most inconspicuous gambler in the corner, and put his black gloves on his shoulders.

The gambler trembled slightly, still pretending to think about bad cards.

"Mr. Marungu is going to ship a batch of goods, and let people go to the workshop to negotiate the price."

After Ken finished speaking, he lifted his luxurious dark coat, ignored all the strange eyes around him, and turned to leave.

The gambler turned his head halfway, watching the young man walk out of the alley, and the sound of the boxes shaking went away.

He sighed, threw the cards on the table, twisted the bridge of his nose and muttered, "Damn, how did I find out, I even turned my back on this guy this time..."

……

A little after noon, the side entrance of the workshop.

A dark carriage with dark patterns drove slowly.

Behind it were two inconspicuous trucks. The short-legged camel beast slowed down and stopped slowly at the entrance of the alley a little far from the door.

The intermediary in a vest stepped out of the carriage.

He dipped his little finger into the liquid in the silver bottle and wiped it on his upper lip. A little confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly became calm and sharp, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

Quema folded her arms and leaned against the door of the workshop.

Before the intermediary walked in, he took off his cap and saluted, as if to remind the other party that they had met before.

That's right, this is the intermediary who received [Ivan] back then.

For the order of the furnace owner of the Dua tribe, the Baiwujia side naturally sent the most reliable candidates.

He straightened his back, greeted the person in charge skillfully, and at the same time glanced at the apprentice's workbench from the corner of his eye, secretly memorizing the number of people and new faces, these were all information.

When his gaze moved to the door opening, his pupils instantly shrank and his eyes narrowed.

The tall and strong Mr. Marungu was standing there. Opposite the furnace owner of the workshop was Ken, who was wearing a black slim armor. He couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation, and seemed to be entrusting something.

Marengu said in a deep voice, "He's here."

"Thank you for your help," Ken smiled. "I'm new here, so I can only rely on your fame."

The tall furnace owner shook his head, regardless of the identity of the other party's battle flag, the most discussed topic in the workshop this morning was Warcher praising his benefactor everywhere.

It is something worthy of attention that the paranoid strange old man is so active.

Marengu turned and left.

He didn't admit it personally, even if this transaction caused any trouble, it wouldn't affect him.

"Hello, Mr. Kean."

The intermediary is tall, slender, with two fine teeth hidden.

[Blood descendants, an ancient and shrewd race, think highly of themselves, and like to study people's thinking and emotions the most. 】

"awesome."

Ken sincerely admired it.

When he first arrived, it was really surprising that the other party could find out his name.

"I didn't have a good time with your last employer. Will this affect our cooperation?"

"You mean Lord Elwe's son? It doesn't matter."

The intermediary sold a piece of information to show their friendship.

"The Dua tribe is our foundation, Mr Marungu's craftsmanship is the key to prosperity, and that's what we care about the most."

At the door, Kuima stared at each other with the guard brought by the other side.

At this time, Zhan Jing and the boss of the other party came out talking and laughing, and the scene was extremely weird.

The attendant lifted the cloth cover on the cargo box:

Two royal paintings handed down from the southern border countries, a precious vessel handed down from an ancient tribe, a few rare gems...

and other sundries.

The intermediary wears enchanted glasses.

He squinted his eyes slightly, scanned it hastily, and quickly took it off again, raised his left index finger with a smile on his face, and pressed his thumb on the first finger pulp.

[Common sense: Black market code words, meaning round up to 1000G. 】

Ken thought it was reasonable, and the two sides shook hands, talked and laughed.

The accompanying black-skinned girl took out the money bag and handed it to Kuima—if the customer touches the money by himself, it will be quite tasteless, and the payment is usually handed over to the servants for counting.

"Thank you for making the special trip."

"No," the intermediary shook his head, "I just received a batch of goods, just drop by, if you are interested, you can come and see."

Ken nodded eagerly.

The workers of Baiwujia are transferring the goods to their own racks.

The employers of both parties came to the narrow alley together, and the attendants opened the lid of the box at the back to reveal the things inside.

The intermediary took half a step back, bowed and drew his right hand.

He heard that the young man had caught the secret whistle at the door with his perception, and he also wanted to see the other party's insight.

Ken didn't take out the enchanted lens, and didn't use magic, so he scanned it very slowly and normally.

The intermediary murmured in his heart.

Is it just a rumor, or is it that the other party is not serious at all?
"Hey, hehe."

Hearing the voice, he narrowed his eyes, frowned, and reminded in doubt: "It seems that it's not very polite."

This batch of goods has been authenticated by myself, and it will be sent to the auction house soon, and will be included in the list of next week's goods. How can there be defective products.

Ken erased the curvature of the corner of his mouth with his fingers, and raised his hand to signal: Can I comment casually?

"of course."

The intermediary nodded and said, "This is a consultation."

Ken's upper body leaned close to the baffle, reached into the hollowed-out slatted rack, and pulled out two clay pots with strange patterns, several boxes of old wine, and a bottle of potion that gave off an ominous smell.

The intermediary frowned and wanted to ask the specific reason, but the other party was confident, but refused to tell.

Could it be that you met a professional?
He stabilized his expression, checked it twice again, discarded the enchanted lens, observed and compared it with the naked eye, and compared the weight and details...

Ken smiled beside him without saying a word.

He has no skills, and the remarks are quite rough. He carefully marked the quality among a bunch of [materials] [items].

Only these few pieces were marked as [inferior] and [fake].

Ken suddenly thought of the mysterious Pistonke dealer, who was able to hide his identity from the remarks by acting as a character...

Gee.

The human heart is more unpredictable than dead things.

　Thanks to "TemaRe" for the reward.

　　There is another chapter in the early morning. By the way, I will change my residence tomorrow. The update should be normal. I will advance the plot later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)