For Thousands of Years, My Weakest Brother Has Become a Demon King

   Chapter 15 Dogtooth Tavern

   Probably every city should have a place like Dogtooth Tavern.

  The decor is bad taste, the drinks are surprisingly expensive, and the bartender never brings things to the table on time.

   Here, there are no drunkards who start to beat and sing, no bards who tell cookie-cutter stories, and no maids who come to clean the table every ten minutes.

   But there are a steady stream of customers coming here every day.

  Because the main thing here is not hangovers or fun, but a place where you can hide your identity, be well informed, and be safe enough to talk.

  The oak door was shaking with dog teeth tied to it, and a man with gray hair and silver eyes walked in.

   When he entered the door, the entire tavern was silent for a moment.

   Most of the guests here do not like to show their faces, and even if they do not hide their appearance, they will choose to dress in a low-key manner. However, this person was dressed in a pure white mage robe and leaned on a yew wood staff, as if he had no intention of concealing his identity.

   Those who have the conditions to learn magic are either rich or noble, and those gentlemen generally do not stoop to such a low-class place.

  So many guests cast curious glances at this guy dressed as a mage, of course, most of them just glanced and passed.

   Only three lines of sight have been following this man since he entered the door.

  One was a tall and thin bartender sitting next to the bar. Before the man entered the door, he had been looking around the entire tavern, as if he was looking for something.

  The other is a tall man sitting alone in the corner drinking suffocating wine. He was wearing an old cloak full of holes, and his face was hidden in the shadows. There were five or six empty wine bottles scattered about on the table, and it looked as if he was the only one who came here to drink.

   And the last one is the owner of the tavern.

   He silently watched the man dressed as a mage walk straight to the bar, sat down opposite him, and put his hands together on the bar.

   "A glass of thorn mead."

   said the man in a hoarse voice.

   The boss glanced at him and thought to himself, is this the young man who wants to come out to seek excitement?

   "One silver Irene."

  Silver Irene is the currency of the middle denomination, 20 silver Irene is equivalent to one gold riel.

   "It's quite expensive."

   "Market price."

   The man spread his hands and turned a gold coin on the bar. The shape of the gold coin was not standardized, as if it had been smelted.

   "The extra is a tip."

The   gold coin turned faster and faster, and the boss calmly pressed it under his hand, and then swiped it under the bar.

   Then, he asked as usual: "Do you want anything else?"

   "Who should I turn to to buy a lot of Origin Silver here?"

   "If you want to ask the best seller, it is of course the Duke Simon family. The Origin Quality Silver Merchant Association, which his son is in charge of, accepts orders from all registered mages. The market is unified and there will be no premium."

   "But the Chamber of Commerce will not accept direct gold transactions."

  The boss looked up and down the man after hearing the words, and said.

   "Then there are far fewer formal channels to choose from, or to put it bluntly, there are basically none."

   "What about less formal channels?"

   The boss said while taking out a bottle of Thorns mead from the wine cabinet and pouring it into the glass.

   "Then you have to accept a premium of more than 40% higher than the market, and there is no guarantee that they are willing to do this business. After all, this channel often comes from pirates, and they generally cannot trust outsiders who suddenly appear."

   In principle, the source silver trade in the entire City of Thorns is the property of the duke's family, and since it is private property, it will naturally not allow the existence of thieves.

   But in fact, because the Royal Family of the Riel Empire charges a 30% trade tax every year based on the trade volume of Origin Silver. Compared with the difficult royal envoys, it is much easier to squeeze oil and water from those thieves.

   Therefore, during the decades when Duke Simon ruled the City of Thorns, he turned a blind eye to the thieves of the private mines and the underground black market of Elemental Silver.

   But then again, after all, it’s illegal business, and no one is willing to cooperate with people who don’t know where they came from.

   "I am willing to show my sincerity."

   He said, and put out five more fused gold coins onto the bar.

  The boss hesitated for a while, and finally accepted the five gold coins.

   "I have three channels to catch up with, but which one to choose depends on how much you need. If the quantity is large, the premium can be lower. How much do you want to buy?"

   "About fifteen tons."

  Rao is a well-informed man who has been running the Dogtooth Tavern for more than 30 years, but after hearing the numbers reported by the other party, he couldn't help but gasp.

   "Fifteen tons of ore?"

   "Fifteen tons of refined metal ingots."

   The boss looked at the well-dressed mage as if he was insane.

   "Are you here to spend money to make me happy?"

   "No, why do you think so?"

   The other person's eyes don't seem to be joking.

"Do you have absolutely no idea about the production of Elemental Silver? Except for Duke Simon... No, I dare say Duke Simon can't take out fifteen tons of refined Elemental Silver at one time. Fifteen tons is almost the size of the entire city of Thorns. Half a year's output, what do you need so much for? Use it to build a house?"

"more or less…"

   the man mumbled, and then whispered.

   "Is the output so small?"

   Immediately, he drank the mead in the cup and said.

   "Take me to see all three channels. Buy as much as you can. If you can't get it all together, think of other ways."

   The boss stared at him for a long time, making sure that the other party was not making fun of him, and finally said to the tall and thin man next to the bar.

   "Wilson, take this gentleman to the 'Miner' first, and say I introduced him."

   The tall and thin man who had been staring at the man before stood up, straightened his neck, and gave the guest a bright smile.

   "Come with me, what's your name, sir?"

   "Just call me William."

  …

  The man named Wilson kept chattering about topics like mines and taverns all the way, but William didn't listen carefully.

   Sure enough, there is a big difference between games and reality. At that time, when he bought Elemental Silver or other precious metal minerals, he never had any annual output or upper limit. As long as he had enough money, he could buy as much as he wanted.

   William thought.

   But now he has to face the dilemma of having enough money but not being able to buy so many mines.

   Even the fact that the money is enough is debatable, after all, those gold coins from a thousand years ago are not very good in circulation now.

   "This is it."

   Wilson's voice pulled William's thoughts back.

   At this time, they came to a hidden and remote mine cave. A simple wooden frame was supported at the entrance of the cave, and several dilapidated mine carts were parked outside.

  The mine was dark, and there were no lighting objects such as miner's lamps. Only a thin layer of moonlight proved the scene at the entrance of the cave.

   "Go in from here? You won't tell me they usually do business in the mine, right?"

   "That's right."

   Wilson said eagerly.

   "Going from here is the largest unofficial source silver supplier in the City of Thorns, the site of the Brotherhood of Miners."

   "If I were you, I wouldn't go in."

   A voice suddenly inserted into the conversation between the two of them.

  William turned his head, a tall man whose face could not be seen clearly stood behind them like an iron tower. He wore a worn black cloak and held a heavy black iron giant sword in his hand.

  Tonight's moonlight is bright, but the moonlight shines on his sword, but there is not a trace of reflection.

   (end of this chapter)