Unlike the formal attire in the morning, his outfit at this time seemed more casual.

"gentlemen."

The driver helped to lift the clock wrapped in black cloth: "Your stuff."

"Thanks."

Carl thanked him politely, reached out to pick up the clock, and walked towards the bustling market.

'What a great strength!'

The driver looked surprised as he watched Carl leaving.

It took him a lot of effort to lift the things out of the car just now. He estimated that the weight should be several dozen kilograms.

It's so heavy, but the other party can act so relaxed. Could it be that the other party is a knight's squire? Or...

A noble knight?

But such a person should have his own carriage.

…………

Buddy's Cargo Store.

Karl had heard of this place a long time ago, but today was his first time here. However, his father was a frequent visitor here.

When many respectable families in the city were in financial difficulty, they would often exchange some things they did not need temporarily for crowns or gold pounds, and then buy them back when they had more money to use as a temporary solution.

Similar to a 'pawn shop'.

However, most of them are unredeemed pawnshop items, so there are many second-hand items here.

Second-hand rings, necklaces, watches and other jewellery sold in the store account for about 75% of all goods.

There are also some artworks and luxury items.

Therefore, many people call this place the "treasure house of the middle class" and they will come here to buy some things when they have extra money.

"People call me Old Nick. I've been working at Buddy's for over 30 years and I've never made a mistake."

Nick in front of him has a white beard, a bald head, cloudy eyes and a wrinkled face. He looks unattractive, so it's no wonder that people question his level.

Looking up at Carl, Nick grinned:

"First time here?"

If it's not your first time here, there's no reason why you wouldn't recognize yourself.

"Um."

Karl nodded, put the clock on the table, removed the black cloth on it, and stretched out his hand to signal the other party to taste it:

"How much do you think you can offer?"

"Oh!" Seeing the clock, Old Nick subconsciously sat up straight, his expression turned serious:

"nice one."

"This outer layer is actually all gold!"

The clock in front of you is nearly half a meter high, shaped like a spire, with exquisite design, and is made of a mixture of gold, wood and porcelain.

Gold and wood would be fine, porcelain is rare in itself, and even rarer when used in table clocks. Moreover, the combination is so natural that it can be regarded as an extremely rare work of art.

Old Nick took out a magnifying glass and looked at the clock carefully inside and out for a long time before looking up at Carl:

“How much do you plan to sell it for?”

"Ask me?" Karl sat opposite, with a calm expression to hide his nervousness, and asked back:

"Shouldn't it be up to you to say how much?"

"yes."

Old Nick nodded. "That's customary, but I'm afraid the price I'm going to give you will be disappointed."

Karl frowned: “Tell me about it.”

He didn't believe how cheap it could be.

Old Nick held up a finger and said slowly: "Ten gold coins!"

"It's rare to find a work of art worth a hundred pounds. This clock is finely crafted and large, so it's very rare. But some parts are broken, so I can only offer this price."

"Oh..." Carl was speechless: "Old Nick, you must be kidding me. Ten gold coins are probably not enough to buy the gold used in this clock."

The clock is not just coated with a layer of gold paint on the surface, some of its internal parts are made entirely of gold.

Ten gold coins?

What a joke! "Yes."

"What do you think this is?"

"This..." Carl simply took a quick look at the clock. He didn't understand the carvings inside and didn't even notice the back panel.

At this moment, he looked at it carefully, and his brows furrowed subconsciously:

"Sacrifice to the gods?"

"That's right."

Old Nick grinned and said, "The scenes or rituals depicted here are of mortals offering sacrifices to gods, which means this item is a holy vessel."

"The key is..."

"The one being sacrificed is an evil god!"

"Moon Goddess, Moon Goddess, I have lived for so many years and I have never heard of this deity."

There are gods in this world who have authority over the moon, but no god is specifically called the Moon Goddess.

However, offering sacrifice to evil gods is a great sin. Once discovered by the church, even if one is only slightly involved, it is doubtful whether one can save his life.

Not to mention offering sacrifices to evil gods, even if it is a righteous god, as long as it is not the Lord of Dawn, there will be many troubles in this country.

What's more, it would be strange to say that there is no trick to hide the carvings for worshiping gods in such a secluded place.

Seeing Carl's increasingly gloomy face, Old Nick smiled and said, "Report it to the church, or sell it to me for ten gold coins. It's your choice."

Carl's eyes narrowed.

No wonder! No wonder the other party offered ten gold coins. This is a threat to me!

"Old Nick."

Pursing his lips, Karl said slowly:

"I forgot to introduce myself. I am a noble. This thing was a trophy my grandfather got from the battlefield. It is normal that I don't know its background."

"noble?"

Old Nick was stunned. He really didn't expect this.

At the moment he was stunned, Carl suddenly stretched out his hand, clenched his five fingers into a fist and smashed it towards the back of the clock.

"Bang!"

The metal back panel was twisted and deformed by the impact. Although it was not broken, the carvings on it became blurred and it was impossible to tell whether it was a sacrificial ceremony or not.

"I know that Buddy's Company is not afraid of the nobles' status, but if they want to bully me, it won't be that easy."

"Now!"

Carl leaned forward and looked directly at the other person:

"How much?"

"..." Looking at Carl, Old Nick's cloudy eyes flashed, and he suddenly grinned:

"Don't be angry, let's talk."

The result of a good negotiation was fifty gold coins.

When Carl walked out of Buddy's store, he found that a layer of cold sweat had appeared on his back without him noticing.

At this time, the wind blew and I couldn't help but tighten my clothes.

"I never thought that bringing things from another world to sell would cause such trouble?"

Touching the few small items left in his pocket, Carl shook his head slightly and gave up the idea of ​​selling them for the time being.

Let's go back and check it carefully first. Anyway, we have enough money.

Just as he stopped the carriage and was about to leave the market, a loud noise came from behind.

"Latest news! Latest news!"

"Grand Duke Cambyses unfortunately died of illness during the expedition to Coburg. The expeditionary army is suspected to be replaced by the Grand Duke of Saxony..."

"Important news..."

Is Duke Cambyses dead?

Carl was shocked.

This Grand Duke was only in his fifties, and he was a famous legendary knight. He was as strong as a tiger, and even swords and knives could not hurt him. How could he suddenly die of illness? The key point is that the Grand Duke of Saxony who succeeded Cambyses once served as the lord of Signor. If it was true, would he recruit the people and nobles in the city? "Forget it, it's useless to think about it now."

"Keep yourself up and get the baron title first. According to what Cologne said, the Burning Moon Day is coming soon, and Black City will also usher in a safe period once a month. We will have to go there again then."

(End of this chapter)