Carl frowned.

It would be sold to anyone, but he didn't think Kingsley could afford the price.

"Ivennie's birthday is coming soon. I plan to buy it as a birthday present for her."

Kingsley said:

"Three pounds, how about that?"

Ivini? The image of a girl flashed through Karl’s mind, causing him to hesitate. Then he sighed helplessly and nodded slowly: “Okay then.”

"Kran." Kingsley was overjoyed, and turned his head to look at the old man, Kran, shaking his body and speaking in a charming voice: "Can you help me out?"

"Okay." Crane grinned. "I'll go."

Three pounds was not much for him.

Old Nick looked at this scene and shook his head slightly.

The hairpin was worth more than just three pounds. Three gold coins were considered cheap. This woman was so smart that she got such a big benefit without paying a penny.

But he believed that Carl also knew the true value of the hairpin.

Three pounds,

It's not worth making a special trip at all.

After paying the money, Kingsley's attitude immediately became much colder. He said a few words and left.

"Honey, are we going to your house or the hotel?"

"Hotel?"

"Then let's eat first."

"certainly!"

The two of them discussed their next itinerary as if no one was around, and their figures gradually moved away.

Looking at the two people's backs, Karl was speechless, thinking that the passion just now was only because of the hairpin.

"Excuse me."

Turning around, he looked at Old Neil: "I actually have another thing here."

As he spoke, he took out a jade bracelet and placed it on the table, which made the somewhat lost old Neil's eyes light up.

When we left Buddy's Store, it was already getting dark.

Carl touched his heavy purse, turned and walked into a dark alley. When he came out, he looked completely different.

The black cloak wrapped his body tightly, with his facial features hidden deep in the hood, and his whole body exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

"The fragment of the divine domain... is really convenient."

After taking a look at Buddy's Store and muttering something to himself, he turned and walked into another consignment shop.

"friend."

Gary, who was greeting guests, saw Karl coming in, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over:

“You’re here.”

"Um."

Karl nodded, his voice cold: "Same as always, look at the goods, and sell them if the price is right."

"Yes, yes." Gary rubbed his hands together with a look of anticipation: "My friend, you always bring good things. I wonder what it will be this time. I am looking forward to it."

"It's still jewelry." Karl sat down, took out a necklace from his arms and put it on the table: "Take a look."

This is a necklace made up of dozens of gemstones, each of which shines with dazzling light. The overall design of the necklace is simple and elegant, with a smooth chain and perfect matching.

If it weren't for the poor quality of the gemstones, it could almost be considered a beautiful and rare treasure.

"nice one!"

Gary's eyes sparkled as he held the necklace in his hand and stroked it carefully: "Unfortunately, the quality of the gemstone is average, but even so, it is still an excellent work of art."

“Hmm…”

"Twenty gold coins!"

Hmm? Under the hood, Carl raised his eyebrows slightly.

It was not because the price was too low, but because it was too high, even beyond his expected psychological price.

It is difficult to sell small jewelry at a high price, especially if the quality is not high.

A few gold coins are common.

His psychological price is ten gold coins.

"Twenty gold coins?"

"That's right," Gary explained.

"This price is not cheap. If you are not satisfied, I can only say that I am sorry."

As he said this, he placed the necklace on the table.

"No."

Carl smiled:

"I am satisfied. Just twenty gold coins."

After sending Carl away, Gary waved his arms vigorously, then put away the necklace and hurried to the backyard.

…………

"Rings, earrings, necklaces."

The youngest son of the Foster family, Bray Foster, was lying on the soft chair, playing with the necklace in his hand.

“Is this a set?”

“It’s just one set!”

Gary nodded heavily:

“All three pieces of jewelry are made of topaz, and the cutting techniques are the same. The topaz in the earrings is of the highest quality.”

"The most expensive single piece is the necklace, which cost twenty gold coins. If the whole set is sold, the cheapest price would be one hundred gold coins."

Although the rings and earrings come as a pair, they are relatively small and not expensive to purchase. The total price of the two items is less than that of a necklace.

The profit from this in and out is several times.

"interesting."

Bray Foster narrowed his eyes. "A set of jewelry sells for a higher price. Any normal person would know that. Why are they being sold separately?"

“And it’s not sold in one place.”

The Fosters' businesses were spread all over the city, and they had more than one consignment shop, and they also had business dealings with other consignment shops.

These three pieces of jewelry were accidentally discovered by the people below. They were collected from different stores and turned out to be a set.

"This..." Gary hesitated for a moment and said, "Could it be stolen goods?"

A set of jewelry is sold in batches and in different stores, and is hidden from view, which obviously means it cannot be seen in public.

"Maybe."

Bray threw down the necklace in his hand and waved, motioning Gary to come closer: "Next time he comes, remember to say hello."

"..." Gary's expression changed slightly, and then he nodded:

"yes."

* * * Carl didn't realize that by hiding his identity and selling goods, he would inadvertently attract other people's attention.

As for the jewelry set...

When he received them, he bought them in batches, and when he sold them he had no idea that they would be a set.

At this time, he came to Black City again after several days.

“There are fewer and fewer people.”

Walking into the Laka market, looking at the sparse flow of people, Carl shook his head slightly and came to Aya's stall.

Hmm? The strange stall owner made him frown slightly.

Aya is not here.

"friend."

When the stall owner saw someone stop by, he immediately greeted them warmly:

"What do you need? The price is negotiable."

Karl glanced at the goods on the stall and said slowly: “The previous stall owner is no longer doing business?”

“Hmm…” The stall owner’s smile faded, and he looked Karl up and down:

"You know, it's normal for a few people to die in Black City, and it's even more common for stalls to change owners."

"Too."

Carl nodded and walked forward.

Just like the other party said, death in Black City is not uncommon. Aya was just more agile. After all, she was an ordinary person, so it was normal for her to die.

"well?"

Seeing that Karl was about to leave, the stall owner hurriedly stood up and tried to stop him:

"My friend is really impatient. I didn't say she was dead!"

"You want to find Aya, right? I know where she is. Come with me while I pack my things."

Karl stopped and watched the other party pack up the things on the stall. After thinking for a moment, he followed.

"If you ask me, what's so good about that girl Aya? I sell the same things she sells there."

The stall owner carried the package and said as he walked:

"Friend, don't you really want to consider me? The price can be negotiated, and there will be discounts if the quantity is large."

"How far is it?" Carl didn't respond, but just looked up at the sky.

The sky is dark.

The two of them had also walked out of the market and came to an uninhabited ruin.

“Soon.”

The stall owner quickened his pace:

"Just ahead."

"clatter……"

Carl stopped.

"Right here."

He lifted his cloak, revealing the broadsword on his back:

"Since you've lured me out, there's no need to hide. Come out now."

(End of this chapter)