"This..."
Karl frowned.
It would be true that he could sell it to anyone, but he didn't think Kingsley could afford the price.
"It's Irena's birthday soon, and I plan to buy it as a birthday present for her."
Kingsley said.
"Three pounds, how about it?"
Irena?
The figure of a girl flashed through his mind, making Karl hesitate. Then he sighed helplessly and nodded slowly:
"Okay then."
"Cran." Kingsley was overjoyed, and looked sideways at the old man Cran, shaking his body and speaking coquettishly: "Can you help me pay for it?"
"Okay." Cran grinned: "I'll pay."
Three pounds was not much for him.
Old Nick looked at this scene and shook his head gently.
The value of the hairpin was definitely not just three pounds, three gold coins were considered cheap, this woman was so smart, she got such a big benefit without paying a penny.
But he believed that Karl also knew the true value of the hairpin.
Three pounds, it was not worth a special trip.
After paying, Kingsley's attitude immediately became much colder. She said a few words and left.
"Dear, are we going to your house or the hotel?"
"Hotel?"
"Then let's have dinner first."
"Of course!"
The two discussed the next itinerary as if no one was around, and gradually moved away.
Looking at the backs of the two, Karl was speechless, and his previous enthusiasm was just because of the hairpin.
"Sorry."
He turned around and looked at Old Neil: "I actually have another thing here."
As he said, he took out an emerald bracelet and put it on the table, which also made Old Neil, who was a little disappointed, brighten his eyes.
When leaving Buddy's Goods Store, the sky had begun to darken.
Karl touched the heavy purse, turned around and walked into a dark alley. When he came out, he had changed a lot.
The black cloak wrapped his body tightly, his facial features were hidden deep in the hood, and his whole body exuded an aura of strangers not to enter.
"The fragment of the divine domain...., it's really convenient."
After looking at Buddy's Goods Store, he muttered to himself, and then turned and walked into another consignment store.
"Friend."
Gary, who was greeting guests, saw Karl coming in, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over:
"You are here."
"Yeah."
Karl nodded, his voice cold:
"As usual, look at the goods, and sell them if the price is right."
"Yes, yes." Gary rubbed his hands, looking forward to it: "Friend, you always bring good things. I don't know what it will be this time. I am looking forward to it."
"It's still jewelry." Karl sat down, took out a necklace from his arms and put it on the table.
"Take a look."
This is a necklace with dozens of gems strung together. Each gem shines with dazzling light. The overall design of the necklace is simple and elegant, with a smooth chain and perfect matching.
If it weren't for the poor quality of the gems on it, it can almost be regarded as a beautiful and rare treasure.
"Good stuff!"
Gary's eyes lit up, holding the necklace in his hand and stroking it carefully: "Unfortunately, the quality of the gems is average, but even so, it is also an excellent work of art."
"Hmm..."
"Twenty gold coins!"
Hmm?
Under the hood, Karl raised his eyebrows slightly.
It was not because the price was too low, but because it was too high. It even exceeded his expected price.
It was difficult to sell small jewelry at a high price, especially if the quality was not high.
A few gold coins were more common.
His original price in his mind was ten gold coins.
"Twenty gold coins?"
"Not bad." Gary explained: "This price is not cheap. If you are not satisfied, I can only say that I am sorry."
Then he put the necklace on the table.
"No."
Karl smiled: "I am very satisfied, just twenty gold coins."
After sending Karl away, Gary waved his arms fiercely, then put away the necklace and hurried to the backyard.
…
"Ring, earrings, necklace."
The youngest son of the Foster family, Bray Foster, was lying on the soft chair, playing with the necklace in his hand.
His eyes flickered, and he asked:
"Is this a set?"
"It is a set!"
Gary nodded heavily:
"These three pieces of jewelry are all made of topaz, and the cutting technique is the same. Among them, the topaz inlaid in the earrings is of the highest quality."
"The most expensive single piece is the necklace, which cost twenty gold coins. If the whole set is sold, the cheapest can be sold for one hundred."
Although the ring and earrings are pairs, they are relatively small and the purchase price is not high. The sum of the two is not as much as the price of a necklace.
This time, the profit is several times.
"Interesting."
Bray Foster narrowed his eyes:
"The price of a set of jewelry is higher. Any normal person will know it. Why sell it separately?"
"Besides, it is not sold in the same place."
The Foster family's businesses are all over the city. There is more than one consignment shop, and they also have business dealings with other consignment shops.
These three pieces of jewelry were accidentally discovered by the people below. The items collected from different stores turned out to be a set.
"This..." Gary hesitated for a moment and said: "Could it be stolen goods?"
A set of jewelry was sold in batches and different stores, and it was hidden. It was obviously not allowed to be seen in the light.
"Maybe."
Bray threw down the necklace in his hand, waved his hand, and motioned Gary to come closer.
"Next time he comes, remember to say hello."
"..." Gary's face changed slightly, and then nodded: "Yes."
…
Karl didn't know that he would inadvertently attract the attention of others when he sold the goods under his hidden identity.
As for the set of jewelry... he bought them in batches when he received them, and he didn't know that it would be a set when he sold them.
At this time, he came to the Black City again after a few days.
"There are fewer and fewer people."
Walking into the Laka market, looking at the sparse flow of people, Karl shook his head slightly and came to Aya's stall.
Hmm?
The strange stall owner made him frown slightly.
Aya is not here.
"Friend."
The stall owner greeted him warmly when he saw someone stop.
"What do you need? The price is negotiable."
Karl glanced at the goods on the stall and said slowly: "The previous stall owner is no longer doing business?"
"Hmm..." The stall owner's smile faded and he looked Karl up and down: "You know, it's normal for someone to die in Black City, and it's even more common for stalls to change owners."
"That's right."
Karl nodded and walked forward.
Just as the other party said, it's not uncommon for people to die in Black City. Aya is just more flexible. After all, she is an ordinary person. It's normal for her to die.
"Huh?"
Seeing that Karl was about to leave, the stall owner hurriedly stood up and pretended to stop him:
"Friend, you are really impatient. I didn't say she was dead!"
"You want to find Aya, right? I know where she is. Come with me, wait for me to pack up my things."
Karl stopped and watched the other party pack up the things on the stall. After a little thought, he followed.
"If you ask me, what's so good about Aya? I sell the same things she sells there."
The stall owner carried a package and said as he walked.
"Friend, don't you really consider me? The price can be negotiated. There are discounts for large quantities."
"How far is it?" Karl did not respond, but just looked up at the sky.
The sky was dark.
The two had also walked out of the market and came to an uninhabited ruin.
"Almost."
The stall owner quickened his pace:
"Just in front."
"Da..."
Karl stopped.
"It's right here."
He lifted his cloak, revealing the broadsword on his back.
"Since you have lured me out, there is no need to hide, come out."
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