Early the next morning.

Ken briefly passed through the loot during the night.

The robbers' stolen goods include many materials of varying quality, some necessary daily necessities, valuable but worthless antiques, rare ancient relics, and scalp-numbing magic reagents.

He arranged for people to re-categorize and pack things, and stayed up all night to sort out all the valuable things.

"Sell them all to the department store later."

Kuima pondered for a moment in the driver's seat and expressed his concerns: "We don't understand the market and we can easily suffer losses."

"So, we need to find professionals to handle this batch of goods for us." Ken said with a smile. "Take the main road, stop at the commercial street, and then transfer to the workshop in Malungu."

Quama cracked the whip.

The wheels of the convoy began to turn, and several wolf riders followed behind as escorts.

Ken slept in the passenger seat, taking a nap to relieve his tense nerves, and even used his experience points to repair the strain caused by staying up late. As the leader of the team, he had to try to avoid a weak state to avoid being plotted in a crowded territory.

The surroundings became noisy, and several caravans passed by.

When the smell of alcohol and fragrance began to spread in the air, the carriage stopped. Ken rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned over, bypassing the drunken drunkards and prostitutes, and turned into the dark passage.

Ken waited for a while at the door of the department store.

The familiar secret technique fell upon him again.

Then, he walked straight to the most inconspicuous gambler in the corner and put his black gloves on his shoulders.

The gambler trembled slightly, still pretending to think about the bad cards.

"Mr. Malungu wants to deliver a batch of goods and asks someone to go to the workshop to negotiate the price."

After Ken finished speaking, he picked up his luxurious dark coat, ignored all the strange looks around him, and turned around to leave.

The gambler tilted his head half way, watching the young man walk out of the alley, and the sound of the swaying cargo boxes faded away.

He sighed, threw the cards on the table, twisted the bridge of his nose and muttered: "Damn, how did you find out, I even turned my back on this guy this time..."

…

A little after noon, the side entrance of the workshop.

A dark carriage with dark flowers was slowly approaching.

There were two inconspicuous trucks behind it. The short-legged camel beast slowed down and stopped slowly at the entrance of the alley a little away from the door.

The agent wearing a vest walked out of the carriage.

He dipped his little finger into the liquid in the silver bottle and smeared it on his upper lip. His eyes flashed a little confused, then quickly became calm and sharp, and a flattering smile appeared on his face.

Kuima crossed his arms and leaned against the door of the workshop.

Before the agent walked in, he took off his cocked hat and saluted, as if to remind the other party that they had met before.

Yes, this is the intermediary who originally received [Ivan].

Regarding the order from the furnace owner of the Duwa Tribe, the Baiwu Shelves naturally sent the most reliable candidates.

He straightened his back and greeted the person in charge skillfully. At the same time, he glanced at the apprentice workbench with his peripheral vision, secretly remembering the number of people and new faces. These were all data.

When his gaze moved to the doorway, his pupils shrank instantly and his eyes narrowed.

The tall and strong Mr. Malungu is standing there, and opposite the workshop furnace owner is Ken, who is wearing a black slim-fitting armor. The specific content of the conversation cannot be heard clearly, and it seems that he is entrusting something.

Malungu said in a deep voice: "He is here."

"Thank you for your help," Ken smiled. "I'm new here, so I can only rely on your reputation."

The tall furnace owner shook his head. Regardless of the opponent's identity, the most discussed topic in the workshop this morning was that Watcher praised his benefactor everywhere.

For the paranoid old man to take such initiative is something worthy of attention.

Malungu turned and left.

He has never admitted it personally, and even if this transaction causes any trouble, it will not affect him.

"Hello, Mr. Ken."

The agent is tall, slim, and has two small teeth.

[Vampires, an ancient and shrewd race, have a high self-esteem and like to study people's thoughts and emotions. 】

"awesome."

Ken was sincerely impressed.

When he first arrived, it was indeed surprising that the other party was able to find out his name.

"I had an unpleasant quarrel with your last employer. Will this affect our cooperation?"

"You mean Lord Elway's son? It doesn't matter."

The agent sold a piece of information to show friendship.

"The Dua tribe is our foundation. Mr. Malungu's craftsmanship is the key to prosperity. This is what we care about most."

Kuima glared at each other at the door with the guards brought by the other party.

At this time, Zhan Jing and the boss of the other party came out talking and laughing, and the scene was extremely strange.

The attendant opened the cloth cover on the cargo box:

Two royal paintings circulated in the southern Xinjiang countries, a precious vessel from an ancient tribe, a few rare gems...

and other sundries.

The agent wears enchanted glasses.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned it hastily, and quickly took it off. He raised his left index finger with a smile and pressed his thumb on the first finger pad.

[Common sense: Black market code means rounding up 1000G.]

Ken thought it was reasonable, and the two sides shook hands and laughed.

The accompanying black-skinned girl took out the money bag and handed it to Kuima - it would be quite tasteless for a customer to touch the money himself, so the payment is usually handed over to the servants for counting.

"Thank you for your special trip."

"No," the agent shook his head, "I just received a batch of goods, just on my way. If you are interested, you can come and take a look."

Ken nodded happily.

The workers at the rack are transferring the goods to their own racks.

The two employers came to the narrow alley together, and the attendant opened the lid of the box at the back, revealing the items inside.

The intermediary took half a step back, bowed and stretched out his right hand.

He heard that this young man had picked out the hidden whistle at the door based on his perception, and he wanted to see the other person's insight.

Ken didn't take out the enchanted lens or use magic, he just scanned it slowly and normally.

The agent murmured in his heart.

Is it just a rumor, or is the other party not serious at all?

"Tsk, haha."

Hearing the sound, he squinted his eyes, frowned, and reminded in confusion: "It seems not very polite."

This batch of goods has been appraised by myself and will be sent to the auction house soon to be included in next week's product list. How could there be any defective goods?

Ken wiped away the curvature of the corners of his mouth with his fingers and raised his hand to indicate: Can I comment casually?

"certainly."

The agent nodded and said, "This is a request for advice."

Ken put his upper body close to the baffle, reached into the hollow slatted shelf, and pulled out two clay pots with strange patterns, and also picked up a few boxes of wine with old packaging, and a bottle of potion that exuded an unknown smell.

The agent frowned and wanted to ask for a specific reason, but the agent was confident but refused to explain.

Could it be that I met a professional?

He stabilized his expression, checked twice more carefully, abandoned the enchanted lens, and observed and compared carefully with his naked eyes, and then compared the weight and details...

Ken smiled and said nothing.

He had no skills, and his notes were quite crude. He carefully marked the quality among a bunch of [materials] and [items].

Only these items were marked "inferior" and "fake".

Ken suddenly thought of the mysterious Pistonk vendor, who was actually able to hide his identity by assuming a certain personality...

Tsk tsk.
Chapter completed!