Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel smiled. As long as this person is greedy, it will be easy. He now has all the money from the blood magician, the witch sacrifice and Kaka. Without any hesitation or hesitation, he stretched out **** and said, "If the goods are intact, two hundred platinum coins. Whether it is Waterdeep City or Starry Kingdom, you can live a good life."

"Can you get the money by handing people over to you?"

"If you want this money, you have to go to the Old World with you and get it from the lord." Siegel picked up the glass, took a deep sip, and said, "Do you think I will carry that much money with me? ?"

"Slick." The one-eyed old man said, "Then tell me what the man's name is and what he looks like, and I'll take over the job."

"He has a purple birthmark behind his left ear, about 1.6 meters tall, a young man."

"That's it? You asked me to go around looking for people based on this?" One eye slapped the table, causing the plates and cups on it to tremble. "Boy, are you kidding me?"

Of course I'm kidding you, Siegel thought. How can you get the news from here if you don't use deception? Although it's just a slave's message, everything in the entire orc society is related to the slave business. From the slave trade, we can see the mobilization of the army, the change of power, the profit and loss of the store, and the quantity of goods. The denser the orcs, the denser the slaves and the more news.

"I can tell when I bring people." Siegel said, "If you are too specific, aren't you worried that sellers will take the opportunity to raise prices and affect our profits?"

The old man pretended to smile, his eyes narrowed into slits: "You're such a slippery head, you're still guarding me." Then he raised the glass and touched Siegel. "Good luck with our business. It's a tough job."

"As long as the money is easy to get, there is nothing to complain about." Siegel toasted him. Before being betrayed, he is temporarily safe.

Siegel got up early when the early morning light shone through the small railed windows of the grocery store and into the cramped bedroom. Even if there was a raven hidden on the beam as a sentinel, he didn't dare to sleep much. Opening the bedroom door and walking down the creaking stairs, Siegel came to the front desk of the grocery store.

His pseudonym now is Soth, which is the name of the ship he was born on. According to the nobility naming method, Siegel's full name should be Siegel from Soth, the first member of the squid family, the hero of Mora's summit, and the royal baron of the Star Kingdom. If he were able to break away from the trainee mage class and gain a more formal status in the Mage Federation, that would also be added to his name. However, when there are many enemies around, a pseudonym called Soth is enough.

The one-eyed half-orc is called Faizak, and everyone is more used to calling him "One-Eyed Daddy". It is said that he has lived in Macabota for more than 30 years - this is naturally a fake identity. He went to war, traded slaves, and worked as a pirate. Now this grocery store does not belong to him, it is the property of General Kabu, and Feizak is just a senior manager. In the eyes of the orcs, being able to let a pariah sit in a chair and earn money comfortably is already a great blessing, compared to those half-orcs who are thrown into the arena or spend their lives in small cabins all day long for food. Much better.

However, Feizak is a spy in Waterdeep City. He was hoping to have a stable base to cover his work, so he took over the job of the grocery store. Usually, he racked his brains to win more money and power for the "master", and was completely a qualified shop owner. But in private, he used the convenience of receiving smugglers to pass information to Waterdeep. For more than ten years, he has been living a double-sided life. However, since he lost one eye ten years ago, the vision of the other has also been declining. Recently, he also obviously feels that his body is aging at an accelerated rate, his energy is getting worse and worse, and he can no longer do this job. He asked to leave his current post several times, but the war initiated by the orcs forced him to stay, which was another half a year. Fortunately, the final task has been issued, just waiting for the faceless to come.

This man who calls himself Soth will never be a faceless one, and One-Eyed Daddy is convinced of this. He is also certainly not a middleman for the purchase of prisoners of war, and there must be other purposes. The only question is, which organization does he serve?

While thinking about it, Feizak pushed open the door, shook off the snowflakes from his body, and walked in. When he saw "Soth", he frowned at him with a disguised expression of pain, and threw a small bag at him. "Look, Brother Soth, here is the ID card I just found. It cost me five gold coins. I'm already spending money before I even start earning money."

Siegel carefully inspected the bag and found no signs of being opened. This is the practice of the identity forgery industry. Only the manufacturer and the user know the identity information, and the intermediate channel cannot open the bag. Generally, this opaque black cloth bag is sewn with needle and thread, and then the opening is pressed with two copper plates, and then sealed with sealing wax. Inside the bag would be parchment with identifying information, and maybe a gadget or two for proof. A small bag like this sells for about 2 to 5 gold coins, the more chaotic the cheaper it is. Siegel knew the market, so he just threw three gold coins to Feizach, and while putting away the bag, he said, "When did you really pay, and I paid you all? I spent 30 gold coins in three days, In the end, there was only some useless news. I said that I need three identities, why only one?"

"Don't worry, this will take time." The old man bit the gold coin, only to feel that his teeth were loose and his mouth hurt badly. However, he still made a contented expression, put the gold coins in his pocket, and shook his head and said, "Since you are up, let's go to the slave market to see."

"Going so early?" Siegel tilted his head and asked pretending to be curious, "Going to the market is like looking for a needle in a haystack. This is a stupid way."

"The bait has been cast out, it depends on when the hook is caught. It's useless for you to stay here, and anyway, the grocery store has no customers today. Why don't you go to the slave market."

"Understood." Siegel nodded and said, "Wait for me, I'll come right away."

Siegel went back to the room and opened the bag to check. Inside were two pieces of parchment, one with a burning eye painted on it, and the other with an orcish text. Orcs make good use of tattoos to determine their identity, they use war marks on themselves, and the generals will also find witches to apply enchantment spells on the war marks. Orcs generally do not have warmarks, but some elite Orcs who are valued can wear professional tattoos so that Orcs will not easily kill these valuable Orcs. Slaves of other races use the brand, which burns the master's identity mark on their skin. Some of the orc's "allies", mostly pirates, mercenaries and slave traders, will get the chance of allegiance tattoos, and they can lose their allegiance to an orc general and gain his protection. It was such a tattoo that Siegel bought, located on the right side of the neck, and the object of allegiance was an orc female general named Aubin. On top of the sheepskin, there is also a basic introduction to identity, the name and relationship status of the orc female general. Siegel took it all down and put it back into the bag. He took out a vial from his body, which contained poison from a witch sacrifice. After pouring the poison powder into the pocket and sticking it into the mouth, Siegel hid it under the bed plank.

He always had a feeling that Feizak was watching him. Since he couldn't use magic, Siegel didn't have a good way to scan the entire room for the hidden peephole. He has been on guard against Feizak's black hand, so he let the raven hide on the beam all day long, not eating or drinking, motionless like a sculpture, only those black eyes have been watching the surrounding vigilantly. Siegel took another look at the magic pet before leaving the house. There was no need for language and neural connections, and the two were already connected in spirit. Raven Balon nodded, indicating that he knew his mission.

Fizzak was unbelievable, and Siegel knew from the beginning that he had to find time to get rid of the old man. As the largest shipbuilding port for orcs, Makabuda has always been on a high level of vigilance, and patrolling sergeants often walk through the streets, grabbing a human or half-orc at will and asking questions. Even more dangerous than the patrolling army were the witch sacrifices, who, under the protection of sergeants, would cast blessings on the orcs they passed, while secretly casting spells that enhanced the ability to detect enchantments. They will listen to the words of the orc inhabitants and discern the implied message. Siegel had already seen that under their instructions, several escaped slaves had been pulled out of a hidden passage and displayed their heads on the street. The blood from the falling heads stained the ground, and the shaman rewarded the informants who provided the information. In a few days, Faizak will be among the informants, Siegel thought.

But he still had to go all the way to the slave market with Daddy One-Eyed, pretending to be intimate. Both of them spoke with masks on, but Siegel could see that Feizak was genuinely in love when he tasted the spirits of Waterdeep, so he did what he liked, passing by a wine merchant's vendor. Before, he deliberately stopped and asked, "What good wine do you have here?"

The orc stall owner saw that they were two human beings, so he didn't want to accept them, and ignored Siegel's words. Siegel wasn't annoyed either, bent down to take a good sniff, then shook his head and walked away. "The spirits here smell abusive to the nose, drink it to torture the tongue, swallow it to hurt the stomach," he told Feizak.

"The spirits you brought are very good."

"Ha!" Siegel laughed: "Of course. The best grains make the best wines. Going south after the new forest, the rice there is more harvested, but it is unpalatable, and the wine produced is also Unpleasant to drink. But north of the Yangquan Mountains, there is not enough food. Only Waterdeep City is right in the middle, so there is good wine. Thanks to this war, the price of good wine has risen again. You are talking about a good market How long will it last?"

"I don't know about the war." Feizak replied alertly. "Why don't you ship more, what's the use of only one box??"

Siegel shook his head and replied: "Captains are good now, and the wine business will be discussed later. Although the wine earns a lot now, it is very difficult to transport macabuta from the sea. One box is almost the limit, no matter how much more. You can't hide it. You know, orc ships are essentially pirates."

Yes, this statement is correct, every smuggler knows it. Feizak then asked: "It's not that there is no way, you can find a merchant ship, hire orcs to sail the ship, and then find an orc general to buy a pass, so you can transport it in?"

He's testing me, Siegel thought. "It's not that I haven't thought about the method you mentioned, but the half-orcs can't enter the waterdeep city, and I don't want to sail to the old continent. Iron Island is the only human port in the old continent that allows half-orcs to dock, but there are no Good wine is produced, but only poor kosher salt."

Feizak frowned and continued to test: "It can be used as a transitional port, but it's just a matter of loading and unloading."

"The Grady family of Iron Island are all poor and crazy salt demons, especially the Mackit-Grady who eats pickles all day long. His brain is not good, but his nose is too smart. Shouldn't we **** it up? Sometimes I really think they are no different from orcs~www.novelmt.com~ The only difference is that they have learned to frame things and use salt to preserve corpses." Siegel hesitated for a while, then asked Said: "Is there a general who wants a good liquor and found it on your head?"

"So what if it is, what if it isn't?" Feizak said with a smile, "In Macabut, you still want to disobey the orders of the orcs?"

"Orcs won't notice a small smuggler like me unless someone deliberately harms them. A case of wine is a talisman, and a boatload of wine is a lifeline." Siegel pointed to Feizak's neck and said: "How did you get the scars there?"

Kabu's little brat did it because he didn't give him fifty gold coins. "Did you know Ser Crippy Garon? He thought I slept with his wife and hung me up."

"Then how did you survive?"

"He shouldn't have hung me up by himself," Feizak said. "There was something wrong with the rope, and I could barely reach the ground with my feet. After shaking for a long time, I injured my neck, but I broke free. "

Siegel shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, you must be deceiving me."

Feizak stared at Siegel with the only eyes he had left, and then squinted and smiled: "Why are you telling the truth? For three days, I haven't found a slave with a birthmark in the ear, and I feel more and more that I can't earn a living. It's the partner's money."

"Have confidence, old man." Siegel put his hand on his shoulder: "As long as he is still alive, he will be found. You help me safely, and we will earn money together~www.novelmt .com~Welcome all book lovers to visit and read. The latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in~www.novelmt.com~Mobile users, please go to read.