Chapter 39 Ford Night Market, Different, Roland Bar
"I know that such a request will indeed embarrass you. Well, if you can help me reach the final deal, then I will pay you an additional 10% personal commission based on the purchase price of the arm crossbow. How?
How about that?" Seeing that the clerk who was standing in front of him was sweating a little, but still looking like he was hesitant to speak, Moriarty said "sympathetically".
"That's...ok!" As if he had finally made up his mind, Thomson nodded heavily, took a step forward and came to Moriarty, and said: "Sir, I wonder if you are free tonight, I know there is a place,
It may be able to meet your needs."
"Tonight...yes, I'm free." Moriarty looked into the clerk's eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
"So, can we meet at Roland's Bar at nine o'clock in the evening? The bar is not far outside the market, so it shouldn't be difficult to find." Thomson quickly agreed on a time and place.
"Nine o'clock, Roland Bar, no problem." Moriarty repeated. Seeing that the other party had no objection, he smiled, said hello and prepared to leave the "Land of White Clouds".
"Sir, please wait a moment." Suddenly, the clerk stopped the two of them again.
"Anything else?"
"The 'Ford Night Market' we are going to tonight is quite 'special', so please keep it a secret and don't mention it to anyone else. In addition, the prices for things there are generally relatively high, so..." Thomson said carefully
Added "notes".
"Understood, I will make preparations in advance." After saying that, Moriarty and White walked out of the store together.
When we came outside, it was almost evening, but the business in the Torch Market was getting more and more lively. Some merchants who entered the fortress in the afternoon also took advantage of the evening market to squeeze into the market one by one, buying or selling land.
Started a business.
"Do you think the 'place' Thomson mentioned is credible?" Slowly walking through the crowd, White took the initiative to walk in front of Moriarty, occasionally shielding him from the oncoming crowds.
"The Land of White Clouds is one of the most reputable stores in Fort Ford, so there shouldn't be any big problems with the clerks they use." Moriarty said while leisurely looking at the dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street: "As for tonight
I guess the 'Ford Night Market' is probably a black market or a place similar to an underground auction house, and maybe it has some secret connection with the fortress officials."
"You mean the black market run by the Legion?" White turned around and looked at Moriarty in surprise and whispered.
"It's incredible, isn't it?" Moriarty calmly pointed to the front, gesturing for him to continue walking forward, and said at the same time: "However, without the permission and protection of the higher-ups of the legion, or some of the higher-ups of the legion, in the fortress
There is no room for the black market to survive."
"What the hell, don't these soldiers have a sense of responsibility and honor?" White finally couldn't help it and cursed in a low voice.
"That's how things are in the world. You know, not all soldiers are like you or Lawrence." Moriarty shook his head gently.
In fact, there were some words that Moriarty still kept in his heart and did not say out loud. Moriarty had a much clearer and deeper understanding of Fort Ford than White. Although both of them were new to this place, they had a lot of experience in dealing with the family in the past.
During the course of the affairs, Moriarty had dealt with Fortress Ford several times, either directly or indirectly.
Take the Bracada caravan that Moriarty once directly managed as an example: every time the caravan entered and exited the fortress, it would pay a "donation" of one thousand kingdom gold coins to the adjutant of a general in the fortress legion.
In return, the caravan will enjoy a tariff that is half the official bottom-line tax rate when clearing customs. At the same time, when the caravan is trafficking certain sensitive goods, it will not be strictly investigated by the fortress defenders.
For another example, several high-ranking officers from Standwell, the royal capital, secretly organized a "Fox Hunting Club" that specialized in foreign human trafficking. Its "goods" were mainly sold to the mainland of the kingdom, exclusively for those with special hobbies.
It is used by noble gentlemen and ladies for fun. It is said that the club's business is very good, and the orders have even accumulated to exceed the "work volume" of a full financial year.
Therefore, in such a changed military fortress, it would be abnormal if one or two underground black markets were not opened and a few shady auctions were held from time to time.
Therefore, even if Thomson did not step forward as a "shopping guide" in the Land of White Clouds, Moriarty believed that he could find the "right direction" through other channels.
"Let's go, don't think so much, find a place to have a decent dinner first. I'm still busy tonight." Seeing that White was in a bad mood, Moriarty stepped forward and put his hand on the crossbowman's hand.
On his shoulder, he said with a smile.
"Let's go!" After glancing at Moriarty, White growled, and in turn hooked Moriarty's neck.
After turning a few corners and walking out of the Torch Market in the other direction, Moriarty and White soon saw Roland's Bar. It wasn't that they took the initiative to look for it, but the "signboard" of this bar was really too conspicuous.
Unlike other pubs or bars, which mostly use a wooden sign hanging under the eaves as the store logo, this Roland Bar is very bold and avant-garde in building two small but colorful flower stands on both sides of the store entrance.
There is also a pretty girl standing on the flower platform who is dressed rather "stingily". Among them, standing on the flower platform on the left is a plump human beauty with blond hair, while on the flower platform on the right is a girl who only covers her vital parts.
Lu Luo De is a fox girl with several narrow pieces of leopard skin.
Accompanied by the charming singing voice that vaguely floated out from the Roland Bar, the two beauties welcoming the guests even kept twisting their narrow waists and hips, making passers-by on the roadside stop and look sideways.
"This is..." White, who had never seen such a scene before, stood blankly in the middle of the street, gaping at the "shop sign" of Roland Bar with his mouth wide open, looking like a young brother.
"Hey, White, are you okay?" The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, but quickly calmed down, and Moriarty patted his companion on the back.
"Oh, what, I'm fine, of course I'm fine." As if his soul had been taken away by an underground banshee and suddenly released back, White woke up with a start, but he was still a little incoherent and his face was extremely rosy.
"Haha, that's good, let's go." Moriarty didn't mean to see White's joke. He just smiled faintly and headed to Roland's Bar first.
Behind him, White quickly followed.
"Oh, handsome boy, welcome to Roland Bar." As soon as they arrived in front of the pink turnstile of the bar, the blonde standing on the flower stand on the left smiled charmingly, and while making gestures of greeting, she also greeted
Moriarty winked.
"Yes, come in quickly, I guarantee you will like it here." At this time, the exotic fox girl on the other side also persuaded softly. Her Kingdom dialect was not so standard, with a bit of a wilderness accent,
But the voice is very sweet, as if it is a slender feather that can easily reach into every man's cochlea and tickle it.
"Come on, come in." Moriarty smiled at the blonde and the fox girl respectively, and stretched out his hand to push the revolving door.
White, who was following closely behind him, seemed to be afraid to look further. He followed Moriarty through the revolving door step by step, completely unlike a level 5 crossbowman who had seen strong winds and waves.
Ignoring the silver bell-like laughter that came from behind again, Moriarty and White walked out from the other side of the revolving door and entered a large hall.
In the hall, the innermost floor is a row of arched bar counters about 20 meters long. Similar to ordinary bars, there are some high round stools placed in front of the bar counter. However, these round stools are arranged very sparsely and are spaced apart from each other.
The spacing between them is also large, which seems to be a waste of space.
Behind the bar is the service area, but you can't see any waiters or bartenders waiting there. And behind it is a huge decorative wall inlaid with countless red and black grids. The left and right sides of the wall
, each has a door. One is a large iron door that is tightly closed; the other is a narrow wooden door that is half open. The overall look has a dark Gothic aesthetic.
In the center of the hall, there is a mini stage that is nearly one meter high. Around the stage, large or small round tables are arranged in an orderly manner, filling the remaining space.
On the stage at this moment, a red-haired woman wearing a black mesh dress was slowly singing an unknown but extremely soft and beautiful ditty. While singing, the red-haired woman also danced lightly from time to time. Her skirt fluttered.
During this time, you can even vaguely see the wisps of spring light emanating from the fine black grid.
Around the mini round table, almost 80% of the round tables have been occupied by people of all kinds. Most of the drinkers looked intoxicated at this time, and seemed to be completely attracted by the beauty in front of them and the singing in their ears.
Attracted.
"Let's sit there." After a quick look around, Moriarty found that the tables near the stage were no longer vacant, so he and White came to a small, free round table near the corner and sat down.
"It's dinner time now. The business of this bar is so good. It's really amazing." White habitually sat in the position with the best view. This was the instinctive action of the crossbowman. However, in this way,
You can also better "appreciate" the wonderful programs of Roland Bar when you come here.
"But this place is really special, isn't it?" It was also the first time for Moriarty to see such a bar in Erathia, and he couldn't help but feel some long-lost familiarity.
"Two guests, what kind of wine do you need? We have the best red dew, the purest lettuce, and the best juniper. As long as you want to drink, we have it at Roland." Moriarty and White had just sat down.
Steady, a human girl with bright and dazzling makeup, but with a faint wild charm, walked up to their table. The girl put her hands on the table with a "snap", and scanned them twice.
One look at him and he is full of confidence.
Looking at the youthful green eyes of the girl a foot away, Moriarty thought for a while and asked seriously: "Excuse me, what is the main course for dinner today?"
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The outbreak lasted for nearly a week, and I felt exhausted. However, the response from the book review section and the new book list can only be said to be mediocre. What a pity~
But no matter what, we still have to work hard to complete the agreed things. I just read a new book with an index of "6000+", and there will be three updates today. But let Xiang take a breath and rest for a few hours.
