novelraw Chapter 171 Gap
Chapter 171 Gap
East District, Fifth Commercial Street, warehouse for coal sales.
Having agreed on a price with a businessman, Mitaukel extended his hand and shook hands cordially with the other party:
"This is a reasonable price. I'm counting on you to supply coal for the next month."
"Thank you for your trust. Mr. Frey is our old customer, and we never let old customers down. Believe me, kid, these are definitely the best batches of coal you can buy in Leishi City."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Mitaokal, the merchant, who was still wearing a knee-length robe and a tricorn hat with an unknown bird's tail feather inserted in it even though he was engaged in the coal business, led Mitaokal to the accounting desk set up not far from the warehouse door.
He pulled out two copies of the standard contract from the drawer under the table, signed his own name and the name of the Chamber of Commerce, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the exquisite gun behind Mitaokal.
The gun barrel is engraved with carved steel plates, which have been carefully polished and have a unique mechanical beauty. They resemble the firing and return standby structure of a simple clock, which is always eye-catching.
There is no doubt that if it were not for his maker, he would lack a certain understanding of mechanical structure.
It is not difficult to forge a more advanced flintlock rifle.
Pushing the contract and the quill in front of Mitaukol, he casually said:
"Nice gun. Is this also the work of Mr. Frey?"
The merchant did not feel anything wrong with Mitaucol carrying the gun around. As long as it was not loaded with gunpowder or pellets, it was not illegal to carry a matchlock gun outside.
——According to city regulations, citizens are allowed to carry weapons for self-defense. Only hunters, adventurers, and nobles are allowed to carry them, which can easily cause dissatisfaction among citizens.
This is an apparent compromise of the regulations with the wishes of the citizens.
In reality, not many citizens are willing to pay a few gold coins for a heavy sword that they need to carry at all times.
Generally, only wealthy businessmen who are accustomed to imitating the aristocracy and wandering merchants who travel all year round and cherish their lives would purchase them.
Moreover, compared to a sword that can be pulled out to kill someone, a dagger that is easy to hide in the arms and a large iron rod for self-defense are really nothing to prohibit.
"That's right. When I asked that stingy old man to make it, I owed him a lot of money. I thought I would have to work for him for more than ten years."
“However, in terms of materials and feel, the result is pretty good.”
Mitaukel shrugged proudly and deliberately showed off the musket that belonged to him.
"I can tell."
The businessman showed a standard business smile:
"I even began to feel sorry that the Chamber of Commerce had not found such an excellent partner for a long time."
"I mean, Mr. Frey's goods are always welcome."
His intention was obvious.
"I'll have to go back and ask my father, but I'm sure his stubborn old bones won't turn down good business."
Mitaokel smiled and responded to the merchant with the same standard, polite words.
As for whether his father agrees or not, or whether he pays attention or not, that is his own business. At most, he is just responsible for conveying the message.
What's more, the huge share that Mr. Lake gave him and Celia was enough to cover the expenses of their respective families for more than ten years.
He also thought that his father didn't need to work as hard as he did in the past to earn every order.
Mitaokel had no intention of continuing to get close to the other person or allowing the other person to get close to him.
He picked up the double-layer burlap bag containing more than 40 kilograms of coal on the ground with both hands, put it on his back, felt his body slightly heavy, and turned and left.
"Strange... Why does it feel like it's a lot lighter than before? Was I ripped off? But I clearly weighed it before... Is there something wrong with the scale? I've never had any problems buying from there before... Never mind, I'll go back and weigh it and I'll know."
Mitaokol, walking on the street, weighed the weight behind him and thought thoughtfully.
He was quite open-minded about the possibility of being taken advantage of.
Ten or twenty pounds of coal costs only a few dozen gros.
They ordered a month's quantity. As long as there is a contract, we can confront them face to face next time we pick up the goods. According to the contract, the Chamber of Commerce must compensate them twice the contract amount!
Unless this Chamber of Commerce is willing to give up the entire Lei Shi City blacksmith business for those twenty or thirty silver coins.
He subconsciously touched the contract in his trouser pocket.
"But why doesn't the bell stop ringing..."
Mitaokel muttered something. Ever since he entered the warehouse, the sound of bells had been echoing in the city.
At this time, the end of the street, the intersection, was already crowded with people.
The panicked crowd was huddled together, and the road was blocked by horse-drawn carriages loaded with all kinds of goods.
Strangely, this crowd showed no sign of dispersing toward the empty streets on both sides.
The best proof of this is that the street where Mitaukel stands is still open.
They seemed to be moving straight and slowly towards some direction of the city.
"Did something happen?"
Mitaokol stretched out his hand to stop one of the pedestrians who had broken away from the surging crowd and was heading into the streets and alleys.
"Orcs, damn it! The orcs are attacking our city! The defenders can't hold on any longer!"
The newcomer looked flustered and angry, and was obviously very dissatisfied with the boy who blocked him:
"If you don't want to be beaten, just get out of the way!"
After saying that, he pushed Mitaokel hard on the shoulder, forcing Mitaokel to take two steps back. He then followed the others into the alley between the warehouses.
But there is no doubt that the direction he is heading is still consistent with the team.
Mitaokol stood there for a moment with a grim expression - the blacksmith shop run by his family was not in the most prosperous area of the East District, but it was not as far away from the city wall as imagined.
He gritted his teeth and unloaded the sack behind him to the side.
He wasn't sure whether his parents had already followed the crowd to a safe place, and he didn't know what role his going there would be.
Perhaps it would be the right choice for me to go to Mr. Rick, who is so forceful that it is unimaginable, for help.
But obviously, he didn't have time to think so much now, he had to go back to the blacksmith shop and see it with his own eyes!
He switched the shiny brown-black gun to his hand, immediately dived into the crowded crowd, and moved hard in the opposite direction.