Chapter 302 "Carnival" in the city of Kislev
The city of Kislev started a carnival. In a relatively "small loss" situation, the surviving soldiers all wanted to drink vodka and kvass. To paralyze his own spirit, intending to forget those horrific scenes on the battlefield.
Even though Catlin, who was about to be crowned Tsar, requested that the whole country pay homage to the Tsar who died fighting the Eternal Chosen and made outstanding contributions to the victory of the Alliance of Order, the carnival atmosphere did not disappear. Everyone was using the Items "accidentally" obtained on the battlefield were traded with underground wine merchants. A large amount of wine was taken out from the army reserve room. The guarding officer took the heavy leather bag with a smile and signaled his men to speed up. There are more Gold coins are waiting to flow into this place.
Large tracts of houses were brightly lit, the long-lost scent of broth flowed out from the cracks in the windows, and thick smoke came out of the chimneys. Only those families where all the men died, even if they received the most compensation, still looked extremely deserted, maybe because The officers responsible for distributing the supplies may have made a mistake, causing a delay in the supplies being delivered to these families, or perhaps these people were already in great grief and were not in the mood for any further celebrations.
The brightest one is undoubtedly the Gespoda Palace located in the center of the city. Except for being attacked by Chaos Dwarf artillery fire, which caused a few of the onions on top to fall down, the main part of this palace is still intact. The future Queen Tsar is entertaining With a few important figures, those treasures that ordinary people would never see in their lifetime were sent to the palace. Moving and sweet music could be heard from time to time. The maids changed into dance skirts in a warm environment and presented gifts to the heroes. bless.
Located outside the Gospoda Palace, in a street in a wealthy area, several people were conducting transactions in secret.
The leader was wearing a thick sheepskin robe. His strong physique made people wonder if he could crush stone bricks with his bare hands. However, his fat hands covered with various gemstone rings and his protruding belly showed that this person might be able to crush stone bricks with his bare hands. There has been no combat training for a long time.
The plump man turned his head and motioned to his men to bring the things over, and then looked at the officer in front of him who had just gained a lot of reputation on the battlefield. The first thing worth noting was that his bright eyes could still see even in the dark night. It shows the firmness in it. Long-term missions in wind and snow have made the officer's skin look a bit rough. Wrapped under the chainmail is a strong body, and the unconscious move of putting his hands on his waist shows that his The training has become ingrained into the instinct.
"Don't worry so much, Raskol, it's very safe here. It's hard for you to find a businessman as trustworthy as Old Peter." The fat man named Old Peter smiled, opened his hands, and covered his naked body with Showing it shows that there is no malicious intent at all.
The officer named Raskel relaxed a little after hearing this. He asked some comrades and asked for some connections before finding old Peter. The situation in Kislev City is very complicated now. Imperials, dwarves, and elves all Here, Princess Catlin is busy entertaining these valuable allies, which leads to some chaos in the city, and the phenomenon of gangsters and gangsters often occurs.
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have found you. I believe this will be a fair and reasonable deal."
While the two were communicating, the person behind Old Peter had already brought a leather bag over, and from time to time it was heard that The clanking sound indicated that there must be some of Mrs. Kislev’s favorite things.
The leather bag was not handed over to Raskol immediately. The man in the hood stood beside Old Peter, waiting for the boss's order.
Old Peter didn't speak, he just kept opening his hands and looking at the officer with a smile.
The officer who knew the rules of this business handed a small bag to Old Peter. The source of the things inside was quite regular. He only ventured to pick up some crushed Kurgan corpses outside Prague, and He didn't do anything to the bodies of the Alliance of Order troops like other soldiers.
Although the risk of doing so is very high, because the Caledor elves are always guarding Plagg, and anyone who tries to get close will be driven away. If a warning does not work, then the one who greets these scavengers will be the Dragon Prince. Rifle. Raskol left after picking up some property outside. If he got money from the dead of the Alliance of Order, he would feel a little guilty. This was the thought that this soldier who had received some education insisted on.
Old Peter took the small bag and opened it and looked at it. It was very large. Inside were some gold ornaments such as birds and wolves that the Kurgan people were accustomed to carrying, as well as some emerald green gems. The color looked pretty good. After thinking about it, he took out some of the larger gems and handed them to Raskel,
"You are an honest man. This quality is rare in Kislev, a place where there are more rogues than warriors." , Old Peter is very optimistic about you, use these small things to bribe your commander, instead of wasting on these drinks." After finishing speaking,
Old Peter motioned to his men to pass the drinks to Rascoul, and then under the resistance of the officer , and returned the property to him. The shrewd underground businessmen had already figured out that the officer was in a dilemma and had nothing valuable on him, but he still had a conscience.
During these two days of carnival, the most things the merchants got were gold coins from the empire, copper rings used by dwarves to tie their beards, and some gold and silver ornaments from elves.
And this small bag is full of Kurgan things, which shows that this officer not only has good intentions in his heart, but also has the ability to escape the cordon of the elves and get things from the ruins of Prague. After all, Lars Cole is a warrior who has gained quite a reputation, unlike some cowards who start scavenging during the battle.
Old Peter, who stuffed the gem into Rascal's pocket, smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said,
"Maybe I need your help someday, or maybe there won't be that day, but until that day, please give me this The gift is regarded as a meeting gift."
Raskol did not refuse. Perhaps this kind of goodwill must have the purpose of a businessman, but he is not a rigid person, knowing that if there is a powerful person in Kislev City next Helping may be more beneficial to the future development, so he patted Old Peter's strong arm and said, "
Thank you, Old Peter, your kindness is particularly warm in this ice and snow."
"You're welcome."
Both of them said. After the exchange, everyone waved goodbye to each other, indicating that they were very satisfied with the transaction. Old Peter, who was originally smiling, immediately started busy greeting the next business amidst the calls of his subordinates.
Rascal walked towards a house in the wealthy area, holding the heavy leather bag tightly with his right hand, for fear that it would be broken accidentally, while his left hand reached inside the armor, holding tightly the weapon from the armor. The silver ring that Plagg picked up.
The officer silently apologized to the owner of this Yselama silver ring. Although the elves did not care about such trivial property, they only recovered the armor and weapons of great significance, as well as some symbols representing the honor of their family. The symbol, this kind of ring that was only used as an ornament, was not taken back, but for Rascal, this exquisite ring was the protagonist of the night.
(End of chapter)