Chapter 260, Woodcarver Kak and the Unemployed Kolobint

"Very good, Mr. Porter-Kake. I need you to do something, and there will be generous rewards. However, you need to keep this matter secret, okay?" Kil's upper body leaned forward. Although he was sitting, his momentum was still there. Let the standing Kak craftsman move backwards with tiny steps.

"Yes, yes. I was told before I came here that I need to keep it secret. Please don't worry, sir. I will keep my mouth shut about work matters."

After saying that, Craftsman Kak shut his mouth tightly, as if to show his determination to keep his mouth shut.

But Keir knows that this kind of thing is actually a game of confrontation between threats and money. It cannot be taken seriously or not.

"Okay, let's go next door and talk about those things in detail."

Kil stood up and led Kak Artisan out of the house. But Mr. Scott still looked like it was none of my business, pretending to be reading a book.

Next door is the most confidential and secure room where the Forge Chamber of Commerce negotiates deals in Dorne Town. Mr. Scott's men helped him open the iron-clad wooden door without a lock or latch on the outside, allowing Knight Kiel to enter.

It turns out that this room can only be locked or opened from the inside, and there is only one way to break in from the outside.

This is a closed room without windows. Where there should be windows, there are walls. Therefore, when the door was first opened, the room was very dark. The men who needed to be familiar with the placement of items walked in the dark to the lighting mechanism and turned the small luminous stone pillars embedded in the wall.

Similar to a thick scroll, after being turned, the side that had always been shining was exposed to the outside. The entire relatively spacious room can be illuminated with only two small luminous stone pillars.

"Okay, step back."

Keir waved to Mr. Scott's man, and the man bowed and left.

Keir clicked the metal buckle on the back of the thick door and closed the door from the inside.

Said to be a place for confidential conversations, in fact, to Keir, this room looked more like a restaurant than the one next door. There is a long wooden table placed in the middle of the room, covered with a layer of precision woven table rugs. There are interesting patterns on the table rugs. It looks like a story pattern surrounded by a whole circle. At a glance, , it seems to be a legendary story about the founding of the [Burning Furnace] Chamber of Commerce.

"Find a place to sit, let's sit down and talk."

Keir sat on a high-backed chair on one side of the long table and motioned for the other person to sit opposite.

After the Kak craftsman sat down nervously and cautiously, Kil took out a folded piece of paper from his inner pocket.

"Come on, let's see if we can do this."

Keir unfolded the paper, put it on the table and pushed it to the other party.

Craftsman Kak glanced at it and nodded to express that he could do it, but there was still doubt in his eyes because he had never seen the image of a god on the paper. It is not the common practice of using wood materials to make statues of gods.

Moreover, this is a weird statue with a bird’s head and human body, right?

It seems that the Lord of the Sky is not like this, right?

"Very good. Since you can do it, how long will it take you to make one that's the size of your palm?"

Kil touched the clothes on his chest. Underneath was the wooden sculpture of a big bird that was obscured by the clothes.

Out of caution, Craftsman Kak moved the paper in front of him and carefully looked at the fineness of the image. He pondered for a moment and replied: "Sir, I can make seven or eight in about half a day, just by myself. If I add my two apprentices, I can make about twenty in a day."

"It's not necessary for apprentices. This is something that needs to be kept secret, you know. Seven or eight in half a day, that's good, then I'll leave this job to you."

"Sir, can you be more specific?"

Keir coughed lightly and explained: "In this case, I hire you to help me make this thing by yourself from now until midnight tomorrow night. Just this wood carving image on the paper, uh, a bird head and a human body, There is also a text on the back, which should also be engraved. Give me at least twenty palm-sized wooden sculptures. In return, I will give you the production price of one silver coin for each wooden sculpture. And in order for you to understand This matter will be kept confidential. After the matter is completed, I will pay an additional gold coin as a reward for your lifelong silence on this matter. How about it? Do you have any questions?"

Somewhat beyond Kiel's expectation, although Mr. Kak seemed unconfident and cautious, he did not show any panic or fear about something that looked suspicious at first sight. Instead, he was a little excited, and that kind of life finally finally The distinctive look and feeling of a person whose fortunes are changing.

"Yes, yes, Sir Knight, I will take this job! Please feel free to leave it to me. I promise to use all my energy to come up with a wood carving that satisfies you. However."

"But what?"

Keir himself likes to say words like "but" and "but", but he doesn't like others to say them to him.

"That's right, sir, I want to confirm again. This job requires a minimum of twenty wood carvings, and there is no upper limit, right?"

"You can say that, but because of the need to keep it secret, you can only do this by yourself. After it is completed, take the prepared things to the south of the town and wait for me at the intersection tomorrow night."

"Yes, Lord Knight."

Finally, Keir put his hands on the long wooden table and supported his chin with the back of his hands. He looked at the other person and said slowly: "This matter is very important to me. I hope you understand. Don't do it halfway." Regret. Otherwise, I don't mind finding you personally and causing you some 'little' personal harm. In addition, you may have noticed that there are some things about this matter that are not easy for others to know."

"If, if you ever think about telling or reporting this to others, I can guarantee that nothing will happen to me." He tapped his finger on the table: "Nothing will happen to the person who contacted you today."

"But you must have lost a much-needed wealth, and what others promise to give you will not be as much as what I give. Do you understand? Because this matter needs to be kept secret, what I give will always be more than what others have given me." many."

Mr. Kak kept nodding, feeling as if his neck was about to break.

"Take this piece of paper. Remember, a finished wood carving will earn you one silver coin. If you want to make this money, go back and work hard to make it."

"Yes, yes, Lord Knight!"

-

On the stairs of the main building of the Chamber of Commerce, Keir saw off the hurried and excited Kake craftsman.

Then he said to Mr. Scott's men: "Let the next one come over."

After speaking, Keir returned to the temporarily borrowed confidential conversation room.

The person who walked in next was a young man in his teens, about the same age as Keir. It cannot be called a teenager because after the age of thirteen or fourteen in the local area, young people can join the Chamber of Commerce and start working as the lowest-level trainee.

At the same age, men and women can also find a craftsman in the workshop and start an apprenticeship. If all goes well, after five years of study, by the age of twenty or so, you will be able to officially work and start a family.

Therefore, once one reaches the age of thirteen or fourteen, he cannot be called a boy. Youth can be used to describe men and women of this age.

"I'm Joe Keele Knight."

Kil didn't get up, he just sat on the chair and stretched out his hand to signal the visitor to sit down, and said his name.

"Ride, Lord Knight? Good afternoon! I am Fita Corobint. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Sit down first, Kolobint."

After the skinny young man sat down, Keir looked at him and spoke.

This young guy was dressed like a local chamber of commerce guy, but he didn't have the logo of a certain chamber of commerce on his body, or even the signboard of a certain store. Apparently this person is very 'free', in other words, he doesn't have a serious job.

"Are you local?"

Hearing Knight Kiel's question, Corobant was shocked. The confidence and indifference he had deliberately pretended before suddenly deflated like a deflated pig's bladder.

"Sir, does this, uh, um, have anything to do with you coming to me?"

"Oh, then you are not a local. Also, don't answer questions with questions. You are not qualified to avoid questions."

"Yes, yes, I understand, my lord."

The other person lowered his head.

Keir then said: "It doesn't matter if you're not a local, it's just that the things you do are a little different. It doesn't matter. Ahem, then, let's officially start."

"Kolobint, I need you to do something for me. It's not difficult, but it requires confidentiality and some quick wits and mouth."

"Sir, who offended you, do you need me to slander him? Believe me, I am very good at this!"

"Huh, just the opposite, Corobint, just the opposite. I need you to spread some news in the town, not to slander anyone, but to promote it!"

Having said this, Kil paused for a moment, and then took out a similarly folded paper from his arms, but his movements were hesitant, as if he didn't want to show the contents of the paper to others.

But in the end the paper was pushed in front of the other party.

"open to take a look."

After getting permission, Kolobint dared to unfold the folded paper. He himself is literate, although not very much, but it is enough for daily use. In the town of Dorne, which is mostly illiterate, being able to read is considered to have mastered a life-saving skill.

Because he can barely make a living by identifying transaction contracts, debt contracts, writing letters, etc. for people. To truly be able to support a family, you still have to enter a certain store or chamber of commerce and become a steward of the store or a formal associate of the chamber of commerce.

However, when Corobint read the contents on the paper, his whole face became weird. He covered his mouth tightly and almost laughed out loud.

Because the so-called ‘news’ spread above is really strange and funny.

【Shock! There are panicked bandits in the western mountains who claim to have seen a flock of crows hovering in the sky for a long time. Is this collective mourning, or is it a sign of something? Why did the bandit leader disband the gang overnight? Is it related to it? 】

[A proud hunter from the swamps of the Midlands claimed: 'No one in the area around Dorne can hunt eagles in the sky better than him! ’, the chambers of commerce were collectively dissatisfied and prepared to select the most capable hunter in the town and compete! ! 】

[You must not know the complex emotional relationships of domestic birds! Which brings harmony to your family? Who can give you a winning streak in gambling? This is the intelligence news that even Goddess of Luck’s followers are silent about! 】

[Many women beat their children because they cried in the middle of the night! But the children said it was not them. What is it that lingers under the windows of every house? The sobs are disturbing every night. 】

[What should I do if down feathers grow on my child? Are the extra wings on the back a magical mutation? Or is it a cult conspiracy? Who will bear this responsibility? 】

[The bounty hunter went into danger alone and was captured alive by a bandit gang! How can he escape from the tiger's den? Who can protect him? 】

【Call from ancient times! The long-haired lynx orc is actually a messenger from the wilderness? Really or not, go ask those cats who walk upright and can curse! 】

A few seconds after reading it, Krobint couldn't hold back at all. He covered his face with his hands and laughed wildly.

But after laughing for a few times, he came back to his senses and staggered his two fingers, just in time to look at the cold-faced Knight Kiel. This made Kolobint immediately rub his face, stand up and bow repeatedly to apologize.

"Please forgive me, Lord Knight, please forgive me! I didn't mean to laugh."

Kil curled his lips and waved his hand to signal him to sit down.

"Okay, it's quite ridiculous, right? Let me ask you, do you have the urge to know the next news about these contents?"

Corobint nodded repeatedly, closing his mouth tightly, as if he really wanted to speak but was afraid of laughing.

"In this case, your job is to spread this news in the town of Dorne starting today through various methods you can imagine. Taverns, roadside shops, people's chats, and places of entertainment will all They spread. Is it difficult?"

"No, no, I just make a living with this meal. Please feel free to leave it to me, sir. I guarantee that it will only take a few days for everyone in the town to know the news. But sir."

"What? What's the problem?"

Corobint waved his hand quickly: "There is no difficulty, no difficulty. Everyone has been living a tight life these days, and we need these news that make people happy to hear them to change their mood. Yes, to change their mood. I What I mean is, are these news true or false?”

Keir sat up straight and put his hands on his chin: "Is there any difference?"

"Yes, yes. For example, this hunter from the central province, is there such a person? When the news spreads, I think many people will think about this so-called arrogant hunter for a while."

When Keir heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Yes or no? Haha, some people think there is no, but I think there might be?"

Keir's words were ambiguous and strange. He seemed to have answered, but also seemed not to have answered. At the same time, it seemed like it was being said to the Cropint in front of him, but it also seemed that it was not specifically meant for him.

"Uh, sir, are you there or not?"

"It's hard to say. There may or may not be one. Who knows. Okay, Colobint, after you have finished talking about what you are going to do, let's talk about your remuneration?"

"Sir, please tell me!"

The skinny young man immediately opened his eyes with anticipation.

"Although the thing is not difficult, it seems that many people can do it. But I want to tell you, this matter must be kept confidential. If you pass the news out, someone will definitely ask you where the news came from. I hope you can Tell everyone who asks you that you heard this from other people. If someone else presses you, you can and can only give one answer: 'I heard it in my sleep. Someone was in my sleep. Talk and drink with me, He said, and I will listen. And in a daze it will be dawn.’ That’s all you can answer.”

As if he had a premonition that something was wrong, Krobint hesitated.

But then, Kiel came up with his trick.

A gold coin.

"This is your reward for doing things. How about it? Is it reasonable?"

"Reasonable and reasonable! Lord Knight, you are such a generous knight lord! I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

Seeing that this man was so excited that he was boasting, Keir took out another gold coin from his purse and pushed it over.

"This is the reward for keeping the information secret. How about it? At this time, do you feel that you are very strict with your mouth?"

Corobint looked determined: "Sir, this mouth of mine guarantees that I won't miss a word of what I should say. I won't say even a single word if you don't let me say it."

"Oh, verbal promises won't do."

Keir counted the gold coins: "If you take my money, you must do what you agreed on. Otherwise, I will send people to cause trouble for you. Do you know the underground black market?"

"I know." Kolobint hesitated.

"Have you been there?"

"I've been there a few times, trying to pick up some cheap stuff to resell, but then I got into some trouble."

Corobint scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Then you must know that the coachmen who drive the carriages are missing a piece of tongue in their mouths. You must also know, right?"

"ah?"

Judging from the shocked look on Corobint's face, he seemed to have no idea.

"Then you know now. If you talk too much and fail to keep the secret as agreed just now, tell the truth about coming here today and meeting me. I promise that I will send someone to the town of Dorne to deal with your unruly behavior. The tongue was pulled out.”

"Lord Knight, I can definitely keep today's events secret and not reveal them to others!"

Seeing the serious assurance on Corobint's face, his chest thumped repeatedly, Kil nodded: "You'd better do it, put away the two gold coins and this piece of paper. Start working in the afternoon. .”

-

After sending the young man Corobint away, Kil wanted to continue meeting people. After all, Mr. Scott's men gave him paper recording four people, and there should be two more people he wanted to meet. Except for the first one who is a woodcarver, the other three are all literate and unemployed ordinary people.

But at this time, Mr. Scott's staff informed Keir that part of the food from the kitchen had been delivered and it was ready for lunch.

"What about the people who are waiting?"

"My lord, we will arrange a meal for them and let them find a place to wait downstairs. After all, waiting for nobles to dine is what we ordinary people should do."

"Yeah, let's have a meal then."

"This way please."

Keir was guided back to the spacious and bright lounge next door.

By this time, Mr. Scott had already eaten.

"Oh, Knight Kiel, I don't know when you will finish your work there, so I'm going to eat it first. Here is my apologetic glass of wine, cheers!"

Keir chuckled lightly, walked over and took the silver wine glass, and the two clinked it.