She had bought this kind of cloth made of cold silk before. It only cost a few hundred gold coins and was really cool, smooth and comfortable to wear.
But the material doesn't feel as greasy as the other clothes in front of me.
[Photo: Authenticity Identification]
Z23 scratched it quietly with her fingernails, feeling more confident, and pretended to be very satisfied as she put on the robe which was too big for her.
[Oh, it fits really well. It covers all the skin, so the boss will definitely not get tanned!]
"Yeah, good, I want it."
[Boss, you are so straightforward! Do you want to pay 698 gold coins with receipts or cash?]
"Wait a minute." Z23 rolled up his sleeves. "Ten times the compensation if the product is fake?"
The guy was stunned, [Ah? Ah, yes, what's the matter?]
"That's great. The fake stuff you're selling has a layer of wax powder on it, so it's so slippery, right? As for the ice silk... did you put it in the freezer?"
[Hey, boss, I'm going to sue you for defamation.]
"Okay, if we settle it privately, then that means 9 pieces of clothing. I haven't paid for them yet, so I'll give you one. As for the public settlement..."
Z23 raised his hand and scraped his sleeve. "I've never heard of ice silkworms spinning silk with a coating of patina. Don't tell me this is what they pooped out when they had a stomachache."
When the man saw the wax powder left in the man's nails, his face changed several times. Then he changed his attitude and carefully invited the man into the house to discuss in detail.
[The boss is really sharp-eyed. We would feel guilty even if we had to pay for this inferior product. How about you come with me to Curry and pick out something you like to take away?]
Even if a javelin with an intelligence of [2] were to try this scam, it would definitely not be believed.
Z23 naturally waved his hand and only wanted those nine pieces of clothing.
After all, she was thinking of selling it at a stall. If she only had one piece of clothing, she wouldn't even have enough money to buy it.
Seeing that she was not fooled, the guy jumped out of the door with a grim grin, blocking the retreat without paying attention to other people's eyes.
[Hey, shorty, do you really think you are a dish? See how grandpa will teach you a lesson today!]
Z23 had a bad temper, and was so angry when someone said that that that made her blush. She immediately put on a pose with her pretty face (strength [11]).
[Figure: Battle judgment]
I didn't expect that the other party was a pig pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Facing the berserker's punch, he actually took it with his big belly.
"W-what?!" Z23 was shocked
A punch that could decide the outcome was easily blocked by the guy from the town's black shop?!
"Are you the demon that attacked the town?!"
[Boss, don't talk nonsense. ]
The guy was calm and composed, standing there with his belly bulging. [Everyone knows that the demons are ugly, short and thin, and few of them can fight.]
[He is only famous for his spells. With our physique, even if we meet a spellcaster, we are not doomed to fail.]
Z23 pulled back his fist and gave him a whip kick, "Then how come Wang Cheng still lost?"
[A sneak attack! Do you know what a sneak attack is? Someone like you.]
The guy was so angry that he pushed the man away with his belly. [It’s boring. You look like a skinny vegetable seedling, but you look a bit like a demon. Are you a traitor?!]
Z23 was furious. "I am a hero personally selected by the king. How can you insult me like this?"
[What kind of hero is this? He can't even beat me. He must be a remnant! Tell me! Should we settle this publicly or privately?]
"What is public and what is private?"
The guy snorted and laughed, "It's a private settlement. Of course, I can work for free, or raise money to redeem myself. This piece of clothing is 698. 】
"This is a fake!" Z23 took off the waxed iced running shoes and threw them on the ground. "Pay ten times the price! Pay ten times the price!"
[And my lost wages, mental damages, full-body checkup fees, indigestion fees from a punch in the stomach, and more...]
"I don't have any money! If I had money, why would I come here to ask you for compensation? It's public!"
[Tsk, poor bastard, that's it, I'll give you a fair shake, I'm a spy from the demon clan, anyone who reports me will be rewarded handsomely, come with me, will you?]
Z23 is depressed, mainly because he is afraid of losing his job
If this gets to the king, her identity as a hero will be lost. How will she pay off her gambling debts?
"How about this? You lend me some money, and I'll go to the bureau and earn it back for you. It's a huge profit! I guarantee you'll make a million in a matter of minutes!" (Skill [1])
[Figure: Persuasion judgment]
The guy felt that he was being fooled by the other party and immediately pushed Z23 in anger.
[I can meet more than ten gamblers like you in teahouses. Those who continue to pad their bets with the big guarantee, those who buy pants to turn the tables, and those who log in at 23:59 to play daily games. Is it useful?]
Z23 was pushed so hard that he took two steps back, "What's all this nonsense about your third one?"
[Hey! Stop interfering in the affairs of the second dimension and think about how to pay me back first, poor bastard!]
"What? Where are you pushing me?"
[Stay in the warehouse. No dinner. Get up early tomorrow to sweep the floor and clean the table. I'll give you 5 copper coins a day. You can leave when you pay it back!]
Z23 was forced into the small warehouse. The guy said some harsh words, turned around, locked the door and left.
She was left alone to suffer in this dark place without any lights.
There were cloths and clothes piled up randomly all around, the door was made of fine steel, the walls were very thick, and the small window was only the size of a human head.
Z23 scratched his head. "How can I escape...?" (Strength [11], Skill [1], Intelligence [8])
【——】
PS: If you are bored, you can stop loss in time(?), and if you tell me, you can just end the chapter. The main reason is that I found that it gradually turned into a peace post while writing...
Chapter 1152 A Messy Adventure (5 (Together)
Javelin is a person with a strong sense of justice and a very romantic person.
She has believed in this wise saying since she was a child.
[If I don't have a sword in my hand, I can't protect you. If I keep holding the sword, I can't hold you tight. ]
Listen, listen, how enlightened!
Therefore, Javelin has been practicing martial arts since she could remember, and with a rose in her heart, she resolutely chose the profession of sword and shield.
After all, there are two types of equipment: sword and shield. When encountering an enemy, if you can defeat her, throw away the shield first. If you can't beat her, give up the one-handed sword and concentrate on hiding.
This way, she could protect while having her hands free for hugging.
Regardless of whether it is realistic now, this is what Javelin, who advocates chivalry and is keen on being a hero saving the damsel in distress, plans to do.
As for being penniless and hungry, that is not a problem at all.
She firmly believes that good will be rewarded, so even if she is hungry, she will find those who need help and lend a helping hand in time, creating a story that will be passed down through the ages of helping those in need.
The javelin moved along the main road of the town and first arrived at a teahouse.
The waiter did not look at her differently because of her slim figure. Instead, he led her in very politely.
[Do you need something to drink? Flower tea to clear away heat and reduce internal heat, or fragrant and sweet green tea?]
Javelin felt his pocket and told the truth: "I don't have any money, so I won't order yet. Can I sit here without spending any money?"
[Of course.] The skinny waiter opened the teacup and poured some hot water, [I guess the customer must have come from somewhere else? We don’t force consumption here, so drinking water is fine.]
"That's embarrassing...but I don't have anything valuable on me." Javelin licked his lips and didn't take it.
The waiter didn't force it, pointing to a crude wooden platform about ten centimeters above the ground not far away, "At this time every day, there are people telling stories. If the guests are interested, they can listen."
Javelin thought he could take the opportunity to gather intelligence, so he accepted the offer with many thanks.
The teahouse was noisy. Most of the people who came were men, most of them strong and sturdy. The petite warrior looked like a peach that had strayed into a group of monkeys among them.
Before the javelin could continue its investigation, a tall, thin man in neat clothes walked onto the stage and snapped open his folding fan.
Storyteller: [Today I will tell you what happened in the capital not far from us a while ago!]
Javelin thought that he was really lucky, or that he must have done a lot of good deeds in his daily life, which is why his investigation was so smooth.
Storytelling: [It is said that the attack on the capital half a month ago caused countless casualties and destroyed half of the city. The tragedy is known to everyone.]
Storyteller: [But what you don’t know, there are people in the community who know the truth and they say there is another hidden story behind this case!]
Spectator 1: [Listening to your words is like listening to your words, you are really amazing. ]
Spectator 2: [Why hasn’t he been fired yet? He makes so much money every month, so he just muddles along?]
Spectator 3: [Can the riddle man get out of here?]
Storytelling: [Don’t be impatient, listen to me and I will tell you slowly. ]
Storytelling: [It was a consensus among all people that humans and demons were on good terms in the past, but why did they suddenly go to war with each other, and even commit such a heinous crime as a surprise attack on the capital?]
Storytelling: [I asked my friend’s aunt, and she said that her nephew’s wife had a best friend, and that best friend’s mother used to pass by a pork stall when she was doing shopping in the royal city...]
Spectator 3: [Are you stacking Buffs here?!]
Storytelling: [Here comes the point, here comes the point. Who was that? Anyway, when I passed by the pork stall, I saw a demon... buying pork trotters!]
Spectator 4: [Ah?]
Storytelling: [Ah↓!]
Spectator 5: [Who are you trying to fool? Are you just trying to pad the word count?!]
Storyteller: [I haven't finished yet. The key point is this demon clan, gentlemen! Who passed by and heard them say that they were working together from the inside and outside... or something like that.]
Spectator 4: [You can't even figure out the relationship between the informant, so who are you talking to? Forget it.]
Storyteller: [Hey? That’s not important. What’s important is what I heard!]
Storytelling: [Inside and outside work together, inside and outside work together, who is inside, and who is outside?]
Spectator 5: [You mean... there's a traitor?]
Storyteller: [I didn’t say that. Everyone heard it. I just told a story. I didn’t make any random guesses. If you arrest me, I’m just crying out for injustice!]
Spectator 5: [Look at what you have accomplished. ]
Spectator 6: [Hey, I heard that the former imperial master was executed a while ago? Is this true? ]
Spectator 7: [Not sure, but it is true that the person has been replaced.]
Spectator 2: [Do you suspect that this “里” refers to the former national teacher?]
Spectator 8: [Don’t believe in rumors, don’t spread them. ]
Spectator 9: [It’s just a rumor. I can only say that those who understand will understand. ]
Spectator 5: [Brother, do you have any inside information? Tell me and I won’t tell anyone else!]
Spectator 9: [Hehe... I heard that the former national teacher used a forbidden spell, so he was executed. This probably has nothing to do with treason. It's just a summoning spell. ]
Spectator 1: [That thing is what the demons are good at, right? Doesn't your statement make it more convincing that you are treasonous?]
Spectator 9: [I don’t know about that. My friend works there and he told me so.]
Spectator 3: [What happened to the extremely beautiful princess? Did she really die?]
Spectator 9: [The king’s daughter-slave nature has long been known to the world. If my friend knew, he would be dead by now.]
Spectator 8: [Hiss… Sit on the fence, sit on the fence first, it’s none of my business anyway. ]
Spectator 9: [That's true. You're so smart, you should apply for a job in the demon tribe. Maybe you can even become a mage and receive a minimum living allowance.]
Spectator 8: [Don't, don't confuse me with those demons. I look like a bean sprout, very ugly, 0, just like that guy. ]
Spectator 9: [Are you trying to attack me personally? That’s too much. ]
Spectator 8: [Shouting, no fun, let’s go. ]
Storyteller: [Ahem, yes, yes, yes, that’s all for today. Thank you for your support. Come back tomorrow!]
Javelin was stunned, confused (Wisdom [2]), glanced at the free cup of warm water, and finally felt embarrassed to take it for free, so he stood up and left.
[Figure: Screening clues]
Until she left the teahouse, she was still thinking hard, trying to get the answer.
