Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

"Has the King heard about this?" Lancelot looked at Li Qiye and said worriedly, "The King's army is fighting against the Demonized Crusaders. Now that there are vampire troops, it will be very disadvantageous to us."

Mo Li: "Don't worry, if I know, it's the same as if she knows."

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

……

The holy city of Camelot, in the outer city built around the holy city.

Gudafu and his schoolmate were looking for someone in the city, but the news sent back by Karna made them feel a little creepy.

"A vast army of vampires..." Gudafu was filled with worry. "The Demon Pillar, cornered as they are, would resort to such a counterattack. It's truly disturbing."

He did not forget that he had not yet started attacking the sixth singularity on his side. Everything that happened here might happen on his side, so he could not afford to be careless.

"Senior, we've found the Jewish businessman. He's doing business there." Mashu whispered, then pointed to a middle-aged man wearing a woolen sweater and woolen trousers who was communicating with the shop owner on the other side of the street.

"Hmm... He's dressed differently than the last time I saw him. What's he trying to do?" Gudafu looked at the merchant in confusion. "The conditions here aren't exactly harsh, but he wears a different set of clothes every day. The knights have observed him wearing over thirty different outfits. Is he really rich enough to wear a new set every day?"

This is the city patrol mission that Gudafu received from the Lion King. After completing some tasks, the Lion King will provide some material rewards so that they can transport them back to Chaldea.

Now I just came to check on this businessman.

The two men did not approach rashly, but waited until the Jewish merchant left before going to the store.

The owner, a Muslim businessman wearing a turban and a fat beard, saw the two of them and said, "Sir, do you want to buy anything?"

Gudafu took a look inside the shop and saw that all they sold seemed to be spices. So he said, "Give me a portion of all the spices in the shop."

Anyway, the money will be reimbursed by the Holy City.

"This..." The Muslim boss was happy at first, then said embarrassedly: "Most of the spices are still available, but some of the spices with more unique flavors are sold out..."

"Sold out?" Gudafu said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Really? When did it sell out? When can they restock it?"

The Muslim boss said: "We just sold out. We were in such a hurry that we didn't have time to prepare in advance. Now we can either wait for the next wave of supplies from the Holy City, or wait for my people to cross the desert and bring the goods."

Gudafu: "Okay, sorry to bother you. Anyway, if you have any, please pack a copy and send it to the house No. 6A08 at the gate of the Holy City. Someone will receive it."

"Okay, pay first."

"Ah."

Gudafu quickly paid the money, then left with his schoolmate and continued to follow the Jewish merchant. According to the information provided by the Holy City Guards, they walked through several streets and crossed paths with the other party. They did not follow the other party all the time, but were always in a state of encounter that was difficult to detect.

The schoolmate was quite surprised and said, "Senior, the spices in that shop have also been sold out. What on earth is this Jewish businessman trying to do?"

Gudafu: "Who knows? According to the plan, he will most likely go to the shop disguised as Baimao to sell spices. His business was clearly not about spices before, but I don't know how it turned into spice trading. I hope there will be a result."

This Jewish businessman used to deal in clothing and food, which were only somewhat related to spices but almost unrelated. As a result, his business has almost completely shifted towards spices in recent days.

Logically speaking, Gawain, the person in charge of the Holy City, did not want to get involved, but the problem was that this guy not only did not put the spices he bought in the warehouse, but instead took them to a remote place in the city. Moreover, before buying the spices, this guy had some problems doing business.

At first the guards didn't take it seriously, but as it happened more and more often, it was reported.

After a while, the spice shop whose original owner was replaced by Baimao's clone was visited by a Jewish merchant, who bought a lot of spices as before, especially some unique spices, which were sold out directly.

After the Jewish merchant left, Gudafu and his schoolmate came to the shop where Baimao was.

Gudafu: "Miss Baimao, when will that person receive the goods?"

The middle-aged Hassan clone said, "Dusk, and just let us deliver the things to the designated location. Obviously, he will send someone to transport them."

"Dusk..."

……

At dusk, the spices were delivered to the door of a small house in a remote area by several clones of Hassan in a horse-drawn carriage for unloading, and then the clones disguised as delivery workers left.

Gudafu, his schoolmate, and Hassan disguised themselves and hid among the passers-by. They found that not long after the deliverymen left, more than a dozen people immediately put the boxes that had been piled up to eight at the door onto a cart for transfer.

When the three thought that the spices were to be transferred to a secret location, the actual transfer location was quite surprising.

The three people who kept approaching, leaving, and approaching again by chance at the intersection found that the team finally stopped in a remote residential area. There was already a person dressed as a chef waiting here. As soon as the spices arrived, they hurriedly moved the things in. There were people coming and going here. It looked like a normal residential area.

As the three of them entered, the schoolgirl whispered, "If I remember correctly, most of the people living in this place are solitary."

Gudafu: "...Sounds like a relatively easy place to start."

After walking through the passage, the three of them could see that there were several large pots set up in the open space inside. Meat, which they did not know what kind of food was but without any fat, was put into the pots and spices were spread on top, and the pots began to stew. Because they used so much spices, a fragrance that made even stewed slippers taste delicious wafted out.

There were a large number of thin-looking residents nearby, looking at the meat stewing in the pot with great anticipation, most of them with eager expressions.

Looking at the chunks of meat bubbling in the pot, Gudafu looked confused. "What kind of meat is this? It doesn't look like beef, pork, chicken, or duck, and it certainly doesn't look like fish. What is this?"

Gudafu, who had traveled to many singularities and had eaten a lot of meat, really couldn't recognize what was being stewed in those big pots before him.

Baimao expressed his opinion at this time: "There's not even a bit of fat. How could a Jewish merchant be so kind? It feels wrong. Besides, he's a merchant. My cargo clone just sneaked in here and asked the residents some questions. They said this was food the Jewish merchant was giving out for free."