The night was as cool as water, but Santos was so hot that it was sweating.

Since he was captured, he has been locked in a hollow iron prisoner statue. Because of the magic runes that were portrayed to imprison him, as long as someone replaces the charged obsidian magic beads in time, he does not need to eat, drink, and defecate.

Through the eyes of the Iron Prisoner, which is the breathable hole, Santos has been observing here for a long time.

He saw charcoal fire burning in the fire, and someone used a pair of fans to blow the fire fiercely; a piece of iron steadily penetrated the trunk of a big tree growing in the house, forming a waist-high anvil; another man was bent over and twisted with a hammer and a narrow chisel, twisting pieces of pieces that looked like gold; a lamp was placed on the anvil, and the fire could provide lighting for the work of the craftsmen; there was also a large water tank next to it, which was undoubtedly used to cool the hot metal; a handful of clips also needed to cut the metal sheets, and was also hung on a thick wooden nail nailed on the old tree.

This is a jewelry workshop, which Santos had guessed long ago. There is also a shelf in the shop, which is neatly arranged and clearly divided into tools: awls, pliers, heavy-duty trimming scissors, and some filigree clippers with small blades and long handles. The owner of the shop is a wealthy businessman in his thirties and a round double chin. He seems to have a Japanese-Samurai bloodline. However, that person does not often appear in the workshop. He should be busy with business in the front shop. There are usually only two workers here.

Santos had not had the idea of ​​saving himself. He tried many ways, but none of them worked. This Iron Prisoner statue not only could suppress his warlock's spell casting ability, but also because the internal space was small, he was locked inside and had no way to exert force, so he could not use brute force to break free from it.

Originally, he also hoped to shout to the two workers through the breathing hole, threatening or promising to force them to help him open the iron prison image. However, after trying several times, his breathing hole really only had the function of breathing. Even if he called him a throat, the two workers working in the workshop could not hear his shouting.

From the conversation between the two people, Santos learned that the owner of the jewelry store once told them that the iron prison statue was just a "ritual artifact" worshipped by his ancestors for generations, and was from a "ritual artifact" of the Wo San. Although it is not worth much to build with pig iron, it is said that it can bless the craftsmen to get some luck when working. Therefore, when the two workers usually come to work, they will take the initiative to take on the job of replacing the obsidian beads on the iron prison statue with the gang leader. Moreover, the work in the jewelry store seems to be a bit busy these two days. The two workers have been working overtime all day long, and they have not even left the workshop for a while.

"When will this end..." Santos thought helplessly, "... Let me go and fight that terrible demon. Even if I lose to the battle, it is much better than waiting to die in an "iron coffin". I don't know if all the adults in the chamber of commerce have finished that big thing, so hurry up and rescue me."

He didn't know that just as he was wailing in his heart, two distinguished guests came to the jewelry store in front of the workshop.

"I wish you happiness and well-being, Shanka's noble lady," waiting at the door of the shop with the sign "Duobao Pavilion". The jewelry merchant who had seen Santos occasionally greeted the owner of the family warmly. He first greeted Shanka, his master, and then greeted Edgar, the acting consul of Spat City: "I wish you a ox and horse to form a circle, a long-lasting descendant, and a noble Edgar."

He greeted him in two ways of blessings, Wo Sang and Mei Diqi. It was obvious that the jewelry store owner was very good at socializing with others. After saying hello, he immediately helped the visitor open the windproof door of the store and let it into the Duobao Pavilion, which was swept clean early. The store was filled with all kinds of jewelry products. Although it was mostly some of the appearances (real valuable jewelry could not be placed on the surface), it still made the store look very rich.

“The business is good.”

Edgar looked at the cash box hanging on the beam and exclaimed. The safe containing Silver Kate and a small amount of Jindrogo was about to land on the counter table, which indicated that the iron ingot used to measure weight and pressure on the other end of the lever was about to leave the ground.

Spatt City stores usually have such cash registers. Whenever the cash box falls to the counter, the owner of the store will quickly store it in the money shop opened by the Yongxu Zhilin Chamber of Commerce in exchange for a magic contract that can withdraw money at any time, so as to save a lot of money in the store or home, which will attract the attention of thieves.

"It's really good to ask you two to be blessed." The boss said proudly.

Seeing Edgar just smiled and stopped talking, Shanka waved his hand, "Take the cash box off and get the silver kate inside to the money shop to exchange it for Jindrogo. After delivering that batch of goods today, Duobao Pavilion has to make a batch of gold pendants. The gold shavings you saved from making jewelry in the past may not be able to make up for the gap in raw materials in the short term. The other products in the territory of the dragon Pasha are good. It is also said that the gold reserves are sufficient, and it is really rare in the world. If we melt the gold drogo, we will use it directly."

The jewelry boss heard this and bowed his hand and did it immediately. It was already evening, and there were no other customers in Duobao Pavilion, so Shanka and Edgar were sitting and waiting in the store. They would go out with the boss to deliver the goods at Nirohe's ferry later. It was precisely because there were too many gold products traded that the boss reported Shanka in advance, wanting Edgar to follow with some personal guards to prevent any accidents.

"The one who came to ask for this batch of gold is..." Edgar said, dipping his fingers into the cider in the corner cup in front of him, and wrote the word "Khdiv" on the table.

"That's right, not only my house, but almost half of the jewelry stores in Spat City are rushing to make gold," Shanka nodded, without hiding it. "Those adults don't know what they want to have a large amount of gold recently, and they also need to be refined. It's too eye-catching to go directly to the city's money house to exchange Silver Kate for Jindrogo, so they ordered from various jewelry stores. They bought Silver Kate."

"Don't they want to dump goods into Spat, why do they need to get gold from here first?" Edgar was a little puzzled.

This time Shanka did not answer him, even if she guessed the reason. Of course, the original noble lady of the WoSang could not have known so clearly, but the leader of the Ye Guipo War Group who swallowed her and turned into her appearance was different. She knew that the Khdiv fought with some underground races in the U.S. Empire, and also knew that if the Drow Elves wanted to use their equipment and weapons on the ground in the sun, they had to first use special gold-configured alchemy potions to clean it up.

According to her guess, the reason why Khdiv had to obtain gold first was that he had to trade these gold with the Dower Elf before he could obtain some of the "special" goods they produced - "probably just a few things," Shanka knew what the Dower Elf was. "Those who Khdiv wanted to operate were mostly food and drink industries, including tobacco, alcohol, salt and sugar, and lights and candles, and the 'season' they got from the Dower would probably stir up a stir in Spat City, and they were really intentionally doing things."

Thinking of it, Shanka didn't mean to tell Edgar at all. Even if her nominal husband interfered in this matter, the fate would probably be... No, it would definitely not be too good, and she wouldn't explain this matter to him clearly. After all, she is a ghost woman, and what kind of good intentions can the ghost woman have?

On the contrary, if she caused this, there would be problems in the territory of the dragon Pasha. When the Yongxu Scale Chamber of Commerce was busy solving the problem and had no time to take care of it, she could return to the gray wasteland safely and build her own tower of pain with peace of mind.

"I don't know if this thing I got from the hands of those Sirs is still binding on me now. This is the scale of the Time Dragon. I really don't want to leave it in the ashes world to dust and eat soil." While thinking about how to fan the flames at the beginning of the chaos, Shanka pretended to caress the "obsidian" bracelet hanging on his wrist, his mind floating.

After waiting for about half an hourglass, the jewelry store owner counted the Jindrogo and Yinke in the safe. He drew three-tenths of Yinke from it as a monthly basis to pay for profits. The code was neatly packed in a thick sand rhinoceros animal skin bag and handed it to his boss Shanka's noble lady. Shanka changed hands and gave it to Edgar for him to keep it. These silver coins are also called poison claws in the lower realm. The evil demons will feel itchy and painful skin after they come into contact with it. Although this ghost woman definitely did not have the idea of ​​giving the benefits to others, it doesn't matter to give it to a mortal for temporary storage-" Just take it away when she leaves," Shanka thought.

"Let's go, we'll leave the city directly from the canal," Edgar said to the jewelry store owner and Shanka, "We have to set out early. Although it's not very eye-catching to take a boat, the journey will be a little further. The merchant ships in Khdiv might be coming soon now."

After hearing this, the jewelry store owner hurried to the workshop behind the shop. Soon, he pushed a small cart out. The big box that looked very heavy was pressing, making the wheels of the cart creak. Finally, with the help of several Edgar's guards, he just lifted the box to the hook of the beast chariot outside the door.

The guards fed some fried chickpeas to the underage and a little unhappy with the heavy objects on their backs. Then they took heavy steps reluctantly and took Edgar and Shanka, the male and female jewellery shop owner, and a team of guards who were accompanying on their legs, step by step along the road to the small dock of the canal in the city.

At this time, a transport ship was docked here. The captain was about thirty steps, the ship was seven or eight steps wide, with spinnakers hanging on the sloop, and there were several paddles outside the cabin. When the jewelry store owner, Edgar and Shanka walked into the cabin with the box containing gold, and several acting guards played the role of the paddlers.

The water was sparkling, and the sails were raised. The oarsmen rowed hard. The owner controlled the tail rudder and let the ship wind through the winding canal that flowed through the entire city of Spat. When he arrived in front of the water gate, a personal guard came forward to show his master's seal. The guards guards turned the winch and pulled up the iron gate, and placed the acting consul who wanted to "go to the Nero River at night" out of the city to cruise.

"Traveling to the Nero River at night," he heard the words of the guards' report, and Namen, who had been standing on the city and looking down at the tower, couldn't help but snorted coldly. He was still pretending to be Santos, so he saw the former consul, the most powerful family leader of the prominent family in Spart City, and the guards were silent.

"Don't say, it's interesting to swim through the water," I wondered what he thought of, Namen was holding a copper ball that had just been taken out of the mouth of the voice transmission lizard not long ago - this is the special envoy of the Chamber of Commerce responsible for supervising this year's Hero Ceremony of the Camp Qimil, and the receipt sent back by the Orc Wolf Knight - the "Completed Mission" written on it did not give Namen much thought, but when he saw another name in the signature, the Leviathanized Contract Demon immediately felt relieved.

I thought of it again that a fighting maniac from the Chamber of Commerce was refining the divine remnants of Vaprak's incarnation outside the city, and calculating the days, he should be almost done. Namen's pressure was relieved again, "The strategic premise given by the differential machine. As long as this ship sailed out of Spat City, I would not have much problem if I let it go. I would definitely make a fortune for the Chamber of Commerce. It was just that I made more or less. Anyway, the errands assigned by Lord Quis this time are safe."

Thinking of this, Namen no longer hesitated. He glanced at the Santos family housekeeper standing beside him - this person was suspected to be sent by Marco, the pharaoh of Bait City - and smiled, "I remember your family is in Bait, right?" Ignoring the shock on the other person's face, the contract demon in human skin continued, "You haven't sent a letter to your house for a long time. You might as well contact your family recently, and then you said the wind is coming, beware that your house is on fire."

After saying that, Namen raised his legs and crossed the chest wall of the city wall, and jumped out dozens of steps away, and jumped into the cold main road of the Nero River outside the city. Including the awakened housekeeper and the chief officer of the Watermen Guard, several people who were originally standing on the top of the city who did not dare to breathe loudly because they were worried that they would be angry with "Master Santos" and could not help but breathe in a "hiss".
Chapter completed!