Wizard, I have a different world

After getting off the carriage, Karl put on the Humboldt hat with stiff curls and grosgrain ribbon and straightened his clothes.

Different from his formal attire in the morning, his attire at this time was more casual.

"gentlemen."

The driver helped lift the clock wrapped in black cloth:

"Your stuff."

"Thanks."

Karl thanked him politely, stretched out his arm to lift the clock, and walked towards the lively market.

‘What a strength! ’

Watching Karl's leaving figure, the coachman looked surprised.

It took him a lot of effort to lift the things out of the car just now. He estimated that the weight should be several dozen kilograms less.

It's so heavy, but the other party can act so relaxed. Could it be that the other party is a knight's attendant?

or……

A noble knight?

But such a person should have his own carriage.

…………

Buddy's Goods.

Karl has heard of this place a long time ago, but today is his first time here, but his father is a frequent visitor here.

When many decent people in the city are having a hard time, they often take some things they don't need temporarily and exchange them for crowns or gold pounds, and then buy them back when they have more money, as a temporary relief.

Similar to a 'pawn shop'.

But most of them are dead money that cannot be redeemed, so there are a lot of second-hand items here.

Various second-hand rings, necklaces, watches and other jewelry sold in the store account for about 75% of all goods.

There are also some works of art and luxury goods.

That’s why many people call this place the ‘middle-class treasure warehouse’, and they come here to buy things when they have some spare money.

"People call me Old Nick. I've been working at Buddy's Store for more than thirty years and I've never looked the other way."

The Nick in front of him has a white beard, a bald head, cloudy eyes, and wrinkles on his face. He looks unattractive. No wonder people question his level.

Looking up at Karl, Nick grinned:

"First time here?"

If it’s not your first time here, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t recognize yourself.

"Um."

Karl nodded, put the clock on the table, removed the black cloth on it, and stretched out his hand to signal the other party to taste:

"How much do you think we can offer?"

"Oh!" Seeing the clock, Old Nick subconsciously sat up straight and his expression became serious:

"nice one."

"The outer layer is actually filled with gold!"

The clock in front of you is nearly half a meter high, shaped like a minaret, and beautifully shaped. It is made of gold, wood, and porcelain.

Just gold and wood, porcelain is rare, and even fewer are used in clocks, and the combination is natural, which can be regarded as an extremely rare work of art.

Old Nick took out a magnifying glass and looked at the clock carefully for a long time before looking up at Karl:

"How much do you plan to sell it for?"

"Ask me?" Karl sat across from him with a calm expression to cover up the nervousness in his heart, and asked:

"Shouldn't it be up to you to tell how much?"

"yes."

Old Nick nodded:

"It's customary, but I'm afraid the price I mentioned will disappoint you."

Karl frowned: "Tell me."

He didn't believe how cheap it could be.

Old Nick stretched out a finger and spoke slowly:

"Ten gold coins!"

"There are not many works of art worth one hundred pounds. This clock is well-crafted and large. It is very rare. However, some parts inside are broken, so I can only pay this price."

"Huh..." Karl was speechless:

"Old Nick, are you kidding me? Ten gold coins are probably not enough to buy the gold used on this clock."

The clock is not only coated with a layer of gold paint on the surface, but some parts inside are entirely made of gold.

Ten gold coins?

What a big joke!

"yes."

Old Nick did not deny this, he just turned the clock over, put down the hidden back plate, pointed to the painting on it and said:

"What do you think this is?"

"This..." Karl simply looked at the clock. He didn't understand the paintings and carvings inside, and he didn't even notice the back plate.

At this moment, he looked intently and frowned subconsciously:

"Sacrifice to the gods?"

"That's right."

Old Nick grinned and said:

"What is engraved on it is a scene or ritual of mortals offering sacrifices to gods, indicating that this item is a sacred instrument."

"The key is..."

"The sacrifice is being made to the evil god!"

"Moon Goddess, Moon Goddess, I have lived for so many years and I have never heard of this deity."

There are gods in this world who have the authority of the moon, but there is no single deity who is called the Moon Goddess.

Sacrificing sacrifices to evil gods is a serious sin. Once the church discovers it, even if it is just a small part, it is unclear whether one can save one's life.

Not to mention offering sacrifices to evil gods, even if they are righteous gods, as long as they are not the Lord of the Morning, there will be a lot of trouble in this country.

What's more, hiding the paintings and carvings dedicated to the gods in such a hidden place would not be abnormal if there is nothing fishy about them.

Looking at Karl, who was looking increasingly gloomy, Old Nick smiled and said:

"Report it to the church, or sell this thing to me for ten gold coins. You can choose."

Carl's eyes narrowed.

No wonder!

No wonder the other party would offer ten gold coins, he was threatening himself!

"Old Nick."

Pursing his lips, Karl said slowly:

"I forgot to introduce it. I am a noble. This thing is a trophy my grandfather got from the battlefield. It is normal not to know its background."

"noble?"

Old Nick was stunned, he really didn't expect it.

At the moment when he was stunned, Karl suddenly stretched out his hand, made a fist with five fingers and smashed it towards the back of the clock.

"Peng!"

The metal backplate was twisted and deformed by the smashing. Although it was not broken, the paintings and carvings on it became blurred, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a ritual to worship the gods.

"I know Buddy Store is not afraid of being a noble, but if you want to bully me, it's not that easy."

"Now!"

Karl leaned forward and looked directly at the opponent:

"How much?"

"..." Looking at Karl, Old Nick's cloudy eyes flashed, and he suddenly grinned:

"Don't be angry, let's talk."

The result of a good discussion is fifty gold coins.

When Carl walked out of Buddy's Store, he realized that a layer of cold sweat had formed on his back.

At this time, I was blown by the wind and couldn't help but tighten my clothes.

'I never thought that bringing things from another world to sell would cause such trouble? ’

After touching the few small items left in his pocket, Karl shook his head slightly and gave up his plan to sell them for the time being.

Go back and check it carefully before you say it. Anyway, you have enough money.

Just as he stopped the carriage and was about to leave the market, a loud noise came from behind.

"Latest news! Latest news!"

"The Archduke Cambyses unfortunately died of illness during the conquest of Coburg, and the conquest army is suspected to be replaced by the Archduke of Saxony..."

"Big news..."

Duke Cambyses is dead?

Karl was shocked.

The Grand Duke was only in his fifties and was a famous legendary knight. He was as strong as a tiger and could not be cut with a sword. How could he suddenly die of illness?

The key is that the Grand Duke of Saxony who succeeded Cambyses once served as the lord of Signo. If true, would he recruit the people in the city? noble?

‘That’s all, it’s useless to think about it now. ’

‘Be alert and get the baronetship first. According to what Cologne said, the Day of the Burning Moon is coming soon, and the Black City will also have a safe period once a month, and you will have to make a trip there then. ’