Chapter 253, Underground Black Market and Black Cloak
Without anyone else having to do anything, Kil himself simply put the unfolded multi-layered protective cloth on the wooden fake horse.
After a little tidying up, let the wooden fake horse put on its 'new clothes'.
Later, an apprentice brought a blacksmith's hammer and a thick metal iron pick for adjusting the charcoal from the nearby stable blacksmith shop. At Mr. Scott's signal, the apprentice holding the blacksmith's hammer raised his hands high, yelled, and smashed the fake horse in front of him.
Boom!
A relatively dull sound sounded. Because Kil stood very close, he could see very clearly. When the hammer hit it all at once, there was a downward dent in the multi-layered protective cloth at the affected area. But soon, as the hammer was bounced away by the counter-shock force, the sunken place quickly returned to its original shape.
Keir stopped the apprentice's next move. He personally lifted up the multiple layers of protective cloth on the fake horse's back and inspected the damage to the wooden fake horse underneath.
Contrary to expectations, there were no dents on the surface of the wood where it was hit hard with the blacksmith's hammer.
Not even a little bit.
"It's amazing! Craftsman Kent, this thing of yours is amazing."
Kil praised, then put down the multi-layered protective cloth in his hand and waved for the apprentice to continue.
This time, the apprentice grabbed the end of the thick iron stick with both hands, then took a deep breath, rushed forward heavily, and pierced the tip of the thick iron stick he held into the side and abdomen of the fake horse.
Tsk - tsk.
The thick iron stick first poked open the surface of the multi-layered protective cloth, and then got stuck in the obstruction of other materials underneath. The heavy blow finally only penetrated a small hole.
When the apprentice pulled out the thick iron skewer, Kiel stepped forward, took off his gloves, and inserted his little finger into the hole made by the thick iron skewer.
It's very shallow, and the damage on the inside is lighter than on the outside.
"Very good." Kil praised with a smile on his face.
"Next, let's see how it protects against cutting with sharp objects?"
After Keir finished speaking, Mr. Scott waved his hand, and someone immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist and tried to go up and slash the multiple layers of protective cloth. But Kil stretched out his hand to stop him: "No, what can the dagger test? Use this."
He pulled out the long sword from his waist to hunt, and held it upside down to the apprentice who was testing it.
The apprentice was stunned for a moment, and then wanted to reach out to catch it, but Mr. Scott suddenly squeezed over with a smile, and said neatly: "In this case, let me try, Knight Kiel, how about you let me try?"
Shrugging, Kil didn't care and handed the hilt of the long sword to Mr. Scott.
He didn't take action himself, mainly because he was afraid that his power would be too great and would not be a good representation of the strength of ordinary people. After all, if he were to use a long sword to hunt and hack a fake horse, he estimated that even with the protection of this new multi-layer protective cloth, he would be able to cut the horse into a fatal gap with just one sword.
If you switch it to a real horse, you can naturally kill a horse with one sword.
Based on last night's experience, Mr. Scott knew that Knight Kiel's sword was very heavy. Not only did it need to be held with two hands - even though Knight Kiel always used it with one hand - but he also had to stand firm and exert force to hold it. The sword was raised.
"Hey." He used all his strength to hold Knight Kiel's sword in his hand and stood it upright on his chest.
"Haha, everyone, watch out!"
He shouted excitedly, raised the sword weighing more than ten kilograms above his head, and then made a straight forward slash.
Judging from his footwork when swinging the heavy chop, we can tell that Mr. Scott has obviously practiced the use of long sword weapons, and is not a simple businessman without martial arts.
boom! Hiss——
The long sword slashed hard, with the tip of the sword being the strongest, tearing a three-centimeter-long gash in the multi-layered protective cloth. The sound that followed was the sound of the sword blade tearing down the surface of the multi-layered protective cloth.
Although it was only for a moment, Mr. Scott was still out of breath. He didn't know whether he was tired or too excited.
Kil stepped forward to check and found that the place struck by the tip of the sword had only broken through the second layer of the multi-layered protective cloth. This was just a minor injury to a thing with a total of four or five layers of thickness.
And the subsequent blade cutting, even with Kil's long sword hunting, only tore apart its surface layer.
It's not that the hunter isn't powerful, it's just that Mr. Scott isn't strong enough.
The long sword hunting itself is not known for its sharpness, but the weight, toughness, and sharpness combined with Kiel's strength at this time can make it powerful. Several factors here are indispensable, otherwise the current situation will result.
"Knight Kiel, this sword of yours isn't particularly sharp."
There seemed to be some hesitation and regret. Mr. Scott's eyes were full of pity. He lowered his head and looked repeatedly at the sword he was holding again.
Kil smiled, knowing what Mr. Scott meant. He took his sword and used it himself this time. But this time, instead of aiming at the middle of the multi-layered protective cloth, Kiel picked a corner. It didn't matter if it was chopped to pieces, the loss of material would not be very high.
"See clearly what it looks like when I use it."
Kiel held the hilt of the sword with one hand, pressed down his body, and spread his legs forward and backward. His body was three meters away from the Trojan horse covered with protective cloth. However, Kiel suddenly kicked his legs and sprinted forward. After only taking more than two steps, his body was like The long sword was unsheathed and thrust out.
boom!
There was only one sound, and everyone present looked carefully, and then they realized that Kiel thrust out with his sword. At this time, most of the entire long sword was pierced into the fake horse's body. The multiple layers of protective cloth on the surface were just like a slightly thicker layer. It was like paper, and the cracks opened were very consistent with the width of the sword.
When Kil drew out his sword, there was only a thin gap in the multi-layered protective cloth that had just been pierced, and it was hard to see clearly even if you didn't pay attention. It was obvious that most of the entire long sword had been pierced just now.
Mr. Scott's eyes widened: "Is that how it is used? No, why can't I do it?"
"Huh, watch it." As soon as Kil finished speaking, he pressed his sword against the fake horse's ass and lifted the edge of the multi-layered protective cloth, and then - a dense cutting and tearing sound was heard.
Different from the continuous sound of slashing and dragging before, the sound caused by Kiel's attack was dense and neat, which showed that the sound was different from the actual damage.
Mr. Scott's previous heavy blows with his sword did not break through the multi-layered protective cloth, and at most only caused about half of the damage. But this time Killai was different. A neat break more than 20 centimeters long appeared on the edge of the multi-layered protective cloth.
The edges of the paper were as sharp and neat as if they had been cut by a knife. Through the fracture, the internal structure of the entire multi-layer protective cloth can be clearly seen.
Mr. Scott slapped his face and felt that he was really embarrassed by such a comparison.
In response, he had no choice but to shout: "Kiel, this is your sword. It must listen to you before it shows its power!"
Kil shrugged, put the sword into its sheath, touched the crack he had made, and kept saying, "Not bad, it feels about the same as hard cowhide."
At the same time, he lifted it up and put it down with one hand, lifting it up and putting it down, feeling the weight of the multi-layer protective cloth: "It is more than half lighter than the former. Calculating it this way, it is a very successful protective material. It is this thickness, if the minimum is only this If it's thick, it can't be made into armor material for humans like hard cowhide. Well, it's more suitable for horses."
Hearing Knight Kiel's comments, the Kent craftsman stroked his chest and saluted: "It is indeed as you said, this new material was designed with horses in mind. So, what do you think?"
Kiel waved his hand: "Then use it. It can basically meet the protection requirements and is lighter in weight. I have nothing to fault."
So, the horse armor for Licking Blood Grass was decided.
Since the craftsmen have carefully measured the various dimensions of the blood-licking grass, there is no need to keep the blood-licking grass waiting here for future horse armor. The craftsmen will go to the workshop to separate the various tasks of the armor, who is responsible for what, and who is responsible for what. As long as it is designed according to the plan and the body size of the horse, when the things are ready tomorrow, they can be installed on the blood-licking grass.
"Okay, Knight Kil, let's go, I will take you to the agreed place to see."
Scott greeted him and asked Kil to temporarily place the blood-licking grass in the stables of their chamber of commerce and asked Kil to follow him.
"Is that that one?"
Kil asked curiously, turning his head left and right, as if trying to find something unusual.
"That's it, haha, don't look around, that place can't be on the territory of our Chamber of Commerce."
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What they are talking about is the underground black market. Where trade is prosperous, there will naturally be such a place. However, different underground black markets have very different functions. For example, in border checkpoint areas, the underground black market there is naturally dominated by smuggled goods that have escaped customs duties. Dorne Town, a prosperous trade area controlled and managed by the Chamber of Commerce, generally does not collect many taxes and fees, so it is natural that there is no business in buying and selling smuggled goods in the underground black market.
It's the black goods in the hands of the robbers, the blood-stained black goods.
A certain batch of goods belonged to a certain chamber of commerce the day before, but the next day they were killed and robbed by bandits on a remote trade road. Then the goods were sold by the bandits at a low price to the gangsters they usually trusted. The black merchant involved in this incident took small batches of the robbed goods back to a private warehouse in Dorne Town, and then sold the small batches of black goods at normal or low prices in the underground black market without revealing his identity.
To whom? Anyone can.
What about bad luck or good luck? The chamber of commerce that had its goods robbed can still buy back its lost goods at a low price here.
Normally speaking, merchants hate bandits who rob caravans. Of course, they would like all the bandits who cause them to lose manpower, resources and wealth to die, and then snatch back their robbed goods.
But they can't do this.
They couldn't do this without considering that the Chamber of Commerce would ask the lord's army to search the mountain sieve forest.
Everything is based on cost, especially business in the Chamber of Commerce.
Trade on a commercial road has always been amidst the long-term confrontation between several forces, reaching a balance that everyone is satisfied with.
Under today's conditions, is it possible that there are no bandits on uninhabited wild trade routes? Impossible, right? Therefore, when there are bandits plundering trade routes, a gray behavior that can bring a small amount of profit to the bandits and a large amount of resources to the chamber of commerce has been officially included in the dark side of Dorne Town after years of friction and confrontation. .
Merchants allow bandits to have a channel to sell robbed goods, thereby reusing goods and materials that would otherwise be left to rot in the bandits' lair. Through the underground black market in Dorne Town, many chambers of commerce can also recover the resources they originally lost on the trade route.
Of course, the biggest losses among them are of course the small caravans and small chambers of commerce that are not properly armed for protection.
The large chambers of commerce in Dorn Town not only suffered less losses on the trade routes, but were also able to squeeze the goods resources of small and medium-sized chambers of commerce at low prices through the underground black market they indirectly managed.
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At this time, Keir followed Mr. Scott through his Chamber of Commerce building, and then roughly arrived at a building connected to the back entrance of the Burning Furnace Chamber of Commerce. This building is surrounded by tall shading trees, and there seem to be many vine flower stands specially built under the trees to block the view. Therefore, when Mr. Keir and Mr. Scott came into this building from the outside, they did not see anything. People can see it.
"What is this place for? It's so mysterious."
Kiel looked around and saw that the heavily blocked building against the back door seemed to have a strange function. There was a carriage here. The carriage was very ordinary, but the driver and grooms were wearing cloaks and masks that covered their faces indoors. Face cloth.
If he were to encounter such an ordinary carriage on the street outside, as well as the driver and coachman with their faces covered, Keir would not even look at it again. But it is very strange that such a combination appears here.
The carriage was not only ordinary, but it could barely accommodate four people. It had no common wooden opening and closing windows, and it was impossible to see from the outside whether anyone was sitting inside, but how many people were sitting inside. At the same time, the people inside seemed unable to see outside the carriage.
Faced with Kiel's question, Mr. Scott explained: "This is a tool used by people from our chamber of commerce to go to the underground black market. You know, because of my identity, it is not appropriate for me to go there with my identity."
Kiel understood that Mr. Scott was one of the main managers of the Chamber of Commerce in Dorne town, and the underground black market did not sound like something created by the Chamber of Commerce. Naturally, it would not be suitable for them to go there.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Scott took out two large black cloaks from a row of large black cloaks hanging on the wall indoors. One of medium size was put on by himself, while the other, which was taller, was given to Keir.
This thing is very wide, and at the same time, there is no identification on the black cloak. After putting the wide hood of the cloak on the head, the hood with a facial covering can only expose the eyes, and the rest is covered. Under the black cloak.
The bottom of the cloak is also longer than ordinary cloaks, and the hem can even cover the user's feet closely.
The hands of the cloak each have a covered opening, making it easier for the hands to pay money or take things out from inside the cloak. Only one hand is exposed, and the rest can be covered under the black cloak.
In order to facilitate the rings and unique tattoos that some people have on their hands, pairs of large brown linen gloves are also placed on a small table in this room.
Although Gere had no rings or hand tattoos, he saw that Mr. Scott, who was wearing many precious gemstone rings, was wearing a pair of gloves, so he also wore a pair.
"So, everyone covers up?"
"Ahem, yes, not only people who want to buy something, but also people who sell things will dress up like this. It's best for everyone not to know who sells those goods and who buys them. Ahem, it's all Things that could kill people if spread out."
Mr. Scott coughed deliberately as he spoke, making his voice even deeper. People who are familiar with him can naturally recognize that it is him, but if they don't talk much, most people won't be able to recognize that the original owner of this voice is actually him. He is one of the senior stewards of the Doane Town Chamber of Commerce.
"Your voice has changed, oh that's right, it's normal."
Kil reacted, and then asked: "Do I need to change my voice on purpose?"
"You don't need to. Not many people know you anyway."
The two quickly packed up, opened the door of the carriage, and got in.
The interior of the carriage was quite dark, as there was no opening, so no outside light could enter at all. And the air is stuffy. Of course, there are only two of them here, so there will be no problem for a short time.
Mr. Scott seemed to be very familiar with this place. He felt in the dark and didn't know what to pull. Then two pairs of seats faced each other at the top of the middle, and a small skylight was opened.
At this time, a little light from outside shone into the interior of the carriage from the small skylight.
It's not much, but it's enough for the person sitting in the chair to see what's around them.
There was basically nothing in the car, except for a small bell and a lanyard on the back of the seat on the side of the driver.
Seeing Keir looking at the two things, Mr. Scott explained: "When we are ready, we pull the lanyard. The driver outside will take us to a certain entrance of the underground black market. Of course, the carriage will first drive around the town. Take a turn and then go again.”
"As for the other one, after arriving at the destination, the driver pulls a lanyard on his side, and the bell here will ring, telling the passengers that the destination has arrived."
Kil asked doubtfully: "But when we put on this black cloak before, the coachman was also looking at us in the room. Is he from your Chamber of Commerce? I don't care, I'm just curious about how you usually run this. The whole thing.”
Mr. Scott stretched out his hand from the front opening of the cloak and waved: "It's not from our Chamber of Commerce, it's from a third party, someone arranged by the underground black market management forces. That's why this place is placed at the back door, away from other buildings of the Chamber of Commerce." "
As he said that, Mr. Scott reached out and pulled the lanyard next to Kiel.
His tone was a little dull: "As for safety, don't worry about it. The coachmen, those coachmen, can't speak."
"Why?"
"Well, their tongues were cut out and they couldn't read."
Kil narrowed his eyes when he heard this.