stjorthotic Chapter 43 The Amazing Thieves
Chapter 43 The Amazing Thieves
Three days later.
The red-eyed goblin stood in the center of the market, carrying a bulky cloth bag on his back.
The Gray Raven guard glanced at Tongtong, then held out his hand, palm open, waiting for the goblin to react.
Tong Tong scratched his head, reached out and placed his hand on the guard's hand, his little face turning red.
"Tsk." The guard shook off the goblin's damp hand; the guy's palms were all sweaty.
The man in the gray robe wiped his hands on his trousers with disgust.
"I need to see the medicine! Who wants to shake your hand!"
"oh."
Tongtong took the bag off his back, braced it with his knee, placed it on the ground, then untied the bag, took out a bottle of medicine, and handed it to the guard.
The guard held the potion up to the torch to check its color.
"Okay, fifty bottles?" he asked Tongtong.
The goblin nodded.
"Where did that clever goblin go?"
"Gebu's about to burst, hurry up," Poopo said.
"Huh?" The guard was completely confused.
"Don't tell anyone this," Tongtong said, looking bewildered.
The gray-robed man, unaware of what the goblin was saying, opened the bag and peered inside. There was nothing unusual, just a pile of potions. He glanced at it briefly; the quantity was roughly correct.
He nudged the man to make sure he had no objections, then picked up the bag and tried to go inside, but was stopped by the guard.
"We'll take the bag, you can go now," the man said. "Are you sure there are fifty bottles here?"
He nodded.
The guard handed him a bag of gold coins and waved him away.
"Get lost, goblin."
After driving away the goblins, the guard, carrying a cloth bag, went into the back street, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then pressed a hidden mechanism.
The artificial stone slabs slowly opened, and the guards descended the spiral staircase and walked through the long corridor—through the corridor ceiling, one could hear the footsteps of people coming and going on the street.
This underground passageway spans the entire vagrant market, crisscrossing and connecting key shops controlled by the Gray Ravens.
That's right, the underground passageways of the underground market. A city within a city—these neat passageways are built of stone slabs, and upon closer inspection, they don't seem to be human craftsmanship, but rather the architecture of dwarves.
The gray-robed man arrived at a stone gate lit by torches, with a billowing sail painted on the doorway—the Seven Seas Miraculous Medicine Shop.
He grabbed the brass ring on the wall and tapped it rhythmically a few times.
Da, da da, da.
"Little Gray Crow"
A man's voice came from the other side of the door.
"The shadow is long."
"That's what the gray-robed man replied."
"Turn off the fire."
"It's leaked."
After a while, the person on the other side of the door spoke again.
"They haven't paid me back the money they owe me yet."
"Screw you, it's me! Open the door!"
With a crisp click of the switch, the gears rumbled, the stone wall trembled, and it rose upwards.
"Fifty bottles of healing potion. Light them; the old lady needs them." The gray-robed man tossed the package to the person inside the door.
"You fucking lazy bum, why didn't you count?" The person inside carried the package into the inner room, piled it in a corner, then walked back to the door and said to the gray-robed man, "Want to go to a brothel for a couple of rounds?"
Aren't you going to count?
"Count them again when we get back; those bags aren't going to grow legs and run away."
After saying that, the two smiled at each other and left the room.
Crack, boom.
The stone door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness.
The sound of their footsteps disappeared at the end of the passage.
Only silence remained.
silence.
quiet--
Tap tap tap. A mouse scurried to the bag, sniffed it curiously, and its whiskers trembled slightly.
The stone door slammed shut, plunging the room into darkness.
The bulky bag moved slightly.
Clatter. The sound of medicine bottles colliding and rubbing together.
Squeak! The mouse scurried away.
A moment later, a small hole was squeezed open at the top of the bag, and several bottles of medicine fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to the side.
A twisted little pouch squeezed out of the large sack. As if it had its own will, the little pouch jumped to the floor. Something inside the pouch clung to the tied opening—struggling, rolling, and making a whimpering sound.
Half a minute later, the little bag finally opened a small hole, and a green finger reached out from the bag, pulling the knot and opening it wider and wider—a hand came out, an ear, half a head... a goblin crawled out of the dimensional bag!
"suck--"
I'm so suffocating!!!
Gebu lay on the ground, panting heavily.
Poking around, damn it, it's tied in a knot that's impossible to untie!!!
Despite all my careful planning, I overlooked one brain-dead goblin... He almost suffocated in the dimensional bag!
【Dimensional Bag】: The magic bag that Geb got from the weird uncle.
He learned about the bag's effects from the Book of Sand: the bag is connected to a "pocket dimension" that can hold 250 kilograms of items—no matter how full it is, it always appears light to those outside, which is quite magical.
Moreover, no matter what shape the item is, as long as it can fit through the bag opening (about 30 centimeters in diameter) and the weight is suitable, it can be put in.
This bag can hold a lot of things: money, goods, books, equipment...
Or goblins.
However, the air inside the dimensional bag is relatively thin, so you can't stay there for too long; one person can stay for a maximum of one hour.
Gebu secretly remembered that next time he should time it right and squeeze in at the last minute.
And you can't let the poker tie the knot!
Geb caught his breath and stood up, supporting himself on his knees. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness, then scanned the space around him.
If my calculations are correct, this location should be directly below Lady Peacock's room three days ago.
That's right, this is the warehouse of Seven Seas Miracle Medicine Shop.
When Gebu went to get the herbal materials that day, he glanced at the room—there were so many good things here, the most eye-catching of which was a complete set of alchemy tools!
Gebu glanced around and spotted the neatly arranged alchemy table in the corner. He quickly ran over and excitedly began to examine these coveted treasures.
My distillation tubes, my snake-neck flasks, my alchemy crucibles… my treasures!
Gebu rubbed his face against the cold glass and metal, his face full of affection.
Quickly, get it into my pocket!
Gebu opened his dimensional bag and stuffed all the things inside, also taking a whole cabinet of alchemy materials with him—whatever they were, he just took them.
There was also a complete set of exquisite herbal tools. This old lady even used frosted crystal for grinding, which was a hundred times more advanced than her own stone pestle.
It's like upgrading from a slingshot to a cannon!
Let's grab some more high-grade herbs! I haven't even finished reading the rest of Gebu's "Herbal Medicine" book yet, so I don't know what kind of herbal medicine these herbs can be made into. I'll take them first! They're definitely all high-grade!
After packing all these things away, the old lady's collection was only a small fraction of what it used to be—there was too much to fit in all of it.
Gebu considered the dimensional bag; the tools were quite heavy, and there was only a little storage space left inside.
Gebu then calmed down, looked around, and considered what else he could take with him.
Hey, there's a table with some items on it—this table is exceptionally beautiful, neatly arranged in the center of the room, and looks like an old lady's office.
It must be very important.
Gebu walked over and lit the candle. Several scrolls were placed on the table—tied with silk ropes, neatly arranged to one side, exquisite and beautiful.
There were a dozen or so blank sheets of paper on the table, with an ink bottle and a quill pen next to them.
The ink was unusual, catching Gebu's eye; golden particles seemed to flow within the pitch-black liquid...
ether?
Geb touched the ink bottle with his finger, and through the magic, the golden substance seemed to resonate with the magic flowing in the goblin's veins.
Wait a moment……
The goblin's pupils shrank instantly, and his gaze shifted to the tied-up scrolls.
These cannot be...
A magic scroll, perhaps?