The Right Way To Bargain

Outside the harbor, low huts, smelly sewage, and people coming and going in untidy clothes, with fierce faces or half-naked clothes, are typical pictures of civilian areas.

It is in stark contrast to the clean and tidy streets in the harbor.

The assistant assigned by Gaza stood at the entrance of the civilian area and said to Gawain with a slightly apologetic tone:

"Sir, most arms trades are conducted on the black market, which is full of mixed people. Even if the lord wants to intervene, we are powerless."

"Besides, ruling a harbor is far from as easy as imagined. It is normal to catch the big ones and let the small ones go. Therefore, as long as there is no big chaos, we usually turn a blind eye to this place."

"I can't go in with you, so please be careful."

The assistant bowed to Gawain and was about to leave, but then Kuro suddenly asked: "Are we the only ones who have this privilege, or do they have it too?"

The assistant was slightly startled, and an inexplicable smile appeared on her face: "Please don't misunderstand me."

"The lord's original words were, compared to that group of people, you guys are more like real Marines no matter how you look at it."

After saying that, the assistant's gaze lingered on the two people's faces for a moment, then she smiled slightly and turned away.

"What's the meaning?"

Kuro was stunned.

"He compliments you on your handsomeness."

Gawain's lips curled up into a smile.

But Kuro's face turned red slightly.

After more than ten years at sea, he had only heard people say that he looked gloomy and scary. When has he ever been praised so directly?

So much so that he subconsciously muttered: "You're too talkative."

The smile on Gawain's face became even wider.

Food and medicine can be purchased through formal channels in the city. Although the prices are a bit expensive, the quality is good, and the delivery speed is fast, so it doesn't take long to get it done.

The difficult part is guns and ammunition, so they can only find Kuro's contact person, Roux.

The two walk through the route that Kuro remembered and soon arrive at a bar.

The strong smell of alcohol and an unspeakable peculiar smell rushed into Gawain's nostrils, making him frown. He raised his eyes and saw Kuro walking straight into the corner and followed him.

In the corner was a low door.

With their height of just over two meters, they needed to bend down to get in.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kuro knocked on the door.

With a creaking sound, a slightly cunning face poked out from the house.

"Yo."

"Isn't this Kuro? I heard that you were going to retire, so why are you back to your old job?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Roux."

Kuro's face was grim:

"Flintlock ammunition, 300 sets, 100mm shells, 500 rounds, how much?"

"Let me do the math."

Roux shook his fingers, looked at Kuro, then at Gawain's face, and said a number: "A total of 30 million Belly!"

"Are you crazy?"

Kuro's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily:

"Last time, all of these together were less than 10 million. How can it triple? Aren't you afraid that you'll get them but not be able to spend them?!"

"You have to understand me."

Roux spread his hands, showing an expression that he had already defeated Kuro, and said:

"I spent a lot of money to get myself out of the hands of the Marines. Now I'm in debt. Besides, the arms trade means people will die. Is it appropriate for you to bargain with a dead person?"

As Roux spoke, everyone in the bar gathered around him in an instant. Under the lights, the sharp blades reflected cold light, and it was obvious that they were prepared for the situation before them.

Kuro gritted his teeth.

He didn't want to start a conflict here, so he raised his hand and made a two sign:

"Twenty million! Twenty million at most!"

"That is far from enough."

Roux smiled slightly, and just as he was about to speak, a cold voice came from his ear:

"Kuro, that's not how you bargain!"

Gawain glanced around and slowly drew the sword from his waist. He was filled with a murderous aura. The oppressive feeling he exuded made nearly a hundred people in the bar dare not take a step forward.

Roux's forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked at Kuro in surprise:

"Hey, hey, hey~ where did you find these subordinates, Kuro? They're more oppressive than you!"

"Subordinates?"

Kuro looked at Roux, a grim smile on his face:

"He's my captain!"

"Does he think his life is too long to have a subordinate like you?"

Roux retorted.

"Heh, he's different, strong like a monster!"

Kuro refused to give in, but Gawain had lost his patience and looked at Roux coldly: "Ten million."

Roux's vest was soaked with sweat, but he still endured the pressure and gritted his teeth and said:

"Twenty million."

The next moment.

Silver light flashed in the bar, and every time it appeared, there was a scream around, and an ear fell from mid-air to the ground, separated from its owner's body.

Gawain was like the god of death, wandering among the crowd as he cut off the crowd's ear with every swing.

Everyone panicked instantly and held their weapons tightly, but they could not feel safe at all and could only wait silently for the arrival of death.

"Eight million!"

Gawain's voice reached Roux's ears again, but it only made him tremble all over. He kept calling him a lunatic and no longer had the arrogant attitude of being sure of victory and having the upper hand.

How could he not understand?

Gawain shows that by cutting these people's ears, he could easily take all of these people's lives!

Kuro wasn't lying; this really is a monster!

"No, how can it still descend?"

"Six-"

"Eight million! Just eight million!"

Roux quickly interrupted Gawain, his voice trembling. If Gawain continued to cut the price, he would lose everything on this order!

"I said, six million!"

Gawain appeared, looking down at Roux from above, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Roux opened his mouth, but all he could see were his subordinates covering their ears, trembling in pain but not daring to scream.

"Six million, then it's six million!"

Now he just wants to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible!

It doesn't matter, even if he loses money!

If he continues to chop down, all these subordinates who were gathered with great difficulty will probably run away.

The ending for a lone man here will not be very good.

"Don't play tricks. If my captain gets angry, I can't stop him."

Kuro reached out and patted Roux's face. Seeing that the latter didn't dare to resist at all, he couldn't suppress his smile.

Gawain looked at the broken sword in his hand and frowned slightly.

This sword, which had accompanied the original owner for several years, was covered with notches on the blade and even had several obvious cracks on the spine of the sword.

Most of these cracks were left from the previous fight with Kuro, but Kuro's Cat Claws were still as shiny as new. It was obvious that the quality of the two was not at the same level at all.

"It's time to change weapons."

… … … 

A few hours later.

The sun gradually sets in the sky, and the afterglow dyes the sky red.

A group of people dressed as marines entered the civilian area and carried away boxes of ammunition wrapped in wax paper.

Kuro then checked it and confirmed the quality, then nodded to Gawain:

"No problem, everything works fine."

"Um."

Gawain responded and turned to look at the sea in the distance.

The wind was light, and the waves were calm, and a few seabirds flew over the water.

He felt a little uneasy for no reason, then turned to Kuro and said:

"Take these supplies and weapons aboard. I'll go and warn that woman. If it's true, as I speculated, once Krieg's men attack, this harbor will be destroyed."

Kuro was stunned:

"Is it necessary?"

Gawain showed a smile:

"Someone praised you for being handsome this afternoon."

"Boring."

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