Chapter 310 - Pickpocket
“Look, Master Moke. If you have extra time, please help me to establish 10 Wards of Bad Luck within the tower…”
“Wards of Bad Luck?” Moke asked in surprise.
Actually, before he went to Lin Li, he had decided to put up some low-grade mageweaths for Lin Li as the Supreme Council did not specify the grade of the mageweaths he had to use. Since Lin Li did not look like a man who would have much knowledge about Inscription, he would not be able to notice that the mageweaths had low quality…
However, Moke did not expect that the fella would be so dumb. Ward of Bad Luck was the simplest entry-level mageweath. Not to mention this Master of Inscription, even his weakest students would be able to create quite many of those.
Moke did not know whether he should laugh or cry at Lin Li’s request.
How could somebody instruct a Master of Inscription to put up 10 Wards of Bad Luck…?
But forget it, that’s good as well.
“Erm.” The short youth hesitated. “Yes…” he replied meekly.
“I have some errands that I need help with. If you help me do it, I can give you 5000 gold coins as a reward.”
“D-did you say ‘5000 gold coins’?”
That shocking number nearly gave Duke a heart attack. When he held Lin Li’s heavy wallet just now, he knew that Lin Li had to be a rich man. But, no matter how imaginative Duke was, he would not have expected him to offer such a high monetary reward. Did he get all his wealth from the wind?
“Yeah, 5000 gold coins. Are you interested?”
“Y-yes, yes, yes! I am…” Duke replied and nodded profusely. At this moment, Duke really wanted to have two heads to better show his sincerity to deal with Lin Li. It was as though those 5000 gold coins would grow wings and fly away from him if he was a little less sincere…
“I believe you have heard about the Syer Bandits. I want a stack of detailed information on them: their strength in numbers, physical abilities, favorite hideout, name of their boss, their past, the color of undergarment they like to wear… et cetera. The more detailed, the better it is. If your report is satisfactory, I don’t mind increasing the reward to ten thousand gold coins.”
“My gosh…” Duke became breathless upon hearing the shocking number.
“But…” After Lin Li threw out the temptation, his words got a sharper twist. “But, if you were to ruin this matter, I promise I would ensure you enjoy the rest of your life.
“Oh, yes. Before I forget, I had planted something on your body. Not to worry, it would not cost you your life. It would only enable me to find you more easily. If I want to, I would be able to chase you down regardless of how far you try to hide yourself. Understand that?”
“Yes…!”
“Very good,” Lin Li said as he smiled. He retrieved the coin pouch from Norfeller and fiddled with it in his hands before he threw it to Duke. “The money inside is my deposit. After doing that report, go to that ore shop to look for me,” Lin Li said, and pointed to the shop opposite them. “Remember, you only have three days…”
Lin Li spent the next two days in Kaman’s ore trading shop.
Since the mage tower in the Black Clouds Town was still under construction, there was nothing he could help with if he were to return at this time. Hence, he decided to stay at Doland City to save himself some trouble. Another reason for staying here was to make use of Kaman’s smithy. Having money was admittedly great, but as compared to Old Salatt’s blacksmith shop, Kaman’s smithy was much more powerful. It had all kinds of facilities and rare tools. In Kaman’s words, with the relevant skills, one could create divine-level equipment right in his smithy.
Of course, Lin Li was not there to create any such equipment…
He only took out the leftover magical metals and tried to forge a magical weapon that was barely at the master-level. Since Lasorick could not even recognize weapons made from the rainbow adamantine, it would be a waste to give him better equipment…
On the third day, Lin Li handed the three magical weapons he had forged to Kaman. While he was eating breakfast and wondering if Duke would leave him in the lurch, a worker in the trading shop ran towards him.
“Mage Felic, there’s a bandit outside by the name of Duke, claiming that he is your friend. Do you want to meet him?”
“Yes, let him in.”
Not long after, the worker brought Duke over.
“Good morning, Mage Felic…”
“Morning, Duke. How is the errand going?”
“It is almost done. Mage Felic, do you want to hear it now?”
“Sure.”
“The Syer Bandits was set up by militiamen of Syer Town. Their leader is Vanskore, the formal leader of the militia. 20 years ago, the Syer Town suffered a plague; it’s said that around half of the population was wiped out by it…”