Chapter 44 Iron Bill, Arrival, Rules of the Black Market
When we came outside, people were still coming and going on the street. The torch market in the distance was also bustling with people and brightly lit, and it was even busier than during the day. However, it seemed that after all, considering the night, the streets were full of people.
There were also groups of patrol sergeants. However, most of these night patrol soldiers had relaxed expressions on their faces. They did not seem to be performing tasks, but seemed to be casually strolling around the night scene.
"Thomson, are Fort Ford always so lively at night?" Walking behind Thomson, Moriarty looked at the various pedestrians and merchants around him and asked in a low voice.
"Yes, the fort will be open until three o'clock in the morning, and then the curfew will be enforced. So, there is still plenty of time." Thomson thought that his patron was worried about the fort's night curfew, so he immediately turned around and explained.
"That's it." Moriarty nodded and stopped talking.
On the side, White spat hard without attracting attention, his face full of contempt.
Following Thomson's footsteps, Moriarty and White walked through the fortress streets with extremely busy nightlife and walked toward the southwest. After passing the core commercial area, the area where the three of them set foot gradually became quiet.
, it became deserted. Not only the merchants of all races disappeared, but even the patrol team disappeared.
"Are we almost there?" At this time, White and Moriarty were walking side by side, their sharp eyes constantly scanning every shadow and blind spot around them, like a hungry night owl.
"We'll be there soon, just a little further on." As if he couldn't stand White's "fierce gaze", Thomson quickly explained with sweat on his forehead, fearing that an inappropriate response would cause dissatisfaction and suspicion among the guests.
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"This place is so quiet. It seems a little special, and it's quite close to the inner fort. What is it used for?" Moriarty looked up at the towering arrow tower and the wall full of arrow holes in the inner fort not far ahead.
Duo, where rows of majestic warriors wearing armor were constantly patrolling the walls of the inner castle under the bright lights. The metal boots made a "click" sound when they stepped on the high cold wall.
spread far and wide.
"This place was originally a prison in the fortress. It is said that during the civil war in the kingdom, a large number of rebel prisoners were imprisoned. Later, for some unknown reason, this prison was slowly abandoned and has been kept empty.
Later, there was a 'night market' in the fort, and it was reused." Thomson explained in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by the sergeant above the inner fort.
"Prison...no wonder." Moriarty smiled silently and fell silent again.
After walking forward for about five minutes, suddenly, Moriarty stopped, and White stepped in front of Moriarty. His left hand quickly reached into his arms, and his eyes looked coldly at the front of him.
A dark corner in a corner.
"Oh, isn't this 'Old Dog' Thomson? It's been a long time since we last seen each other. Why did you want to go shopping in the 'Night Market' today? Oh, it turns out that you have some customers with you. Hehe, I said you are looking for different customers this time.
Just like last time, when you tried to play tricks when you didn't have money to pay, you were beaten to death. Otherwise, your old dog's legs will have to be broken again." At this moment, a sinister voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall.
The direction came out, and then, under the gaze of the three people, a thin black man wearing a piece of old leather armor and holding a thick iron rod tiptoed out from behind the corner, with a look of disdain on his face.
Look at Thomson.
"Haha, it's Bill. Are you guarding the door tonight?" Thomson seemed to be very afraid of this sudden appearance of the man. He smiled and said hello quickly, but he did not dare to respond to the disrespect and contempt of the other person just now.
"No need to talk nonsense, I just kindly remind you, remember to follow the rules when you go in, otherwise..." As he said, Bill's triangular eyes bypassed Thomson and looked at Moriarty and White fiercely, full of warning.
"Thank you for your advice." Moriarty smiled faintly, then raised his hand, and a kingdom gold coin with an alluring golden light flew toward Bill in a wonderful arc.
"Ah, gold coins!"
Bill seemed rude and arrogant, but he was extremely agile. He caught the gold coin, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and bit it hard with his two rows of yellow teeth.
"Haha, I sincerely welcome you to the 'Ford Night Market', distinguished guest." After unexpectedly receiving a gold coin as a reward, Bill's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he looked at Mori with a humble smile.
Artie bowed deeply.
"Are there many customers today? Are there any interesting goodies in the night market?" Moriarty motioned to Thomson, who was a little stunned, to continue leading the way. At the same time, he spoke to Bill, who hurried forward respectfully, as if chatting.
"Hey, there have been quite a few guests here, but most of them are new faces, and each of them is stingy. As for the good stuff, there are quite a few here." Because of White's barrier, Bill couldn't get too close.
I had to try my best to flatter him on the side.
"Oh, what is it?" Moriarty asked.
"A few days ago, a batch of 'Good Guys' was shipped to 'Above the Fortress'. The quantity was quite large and the items were quite complete. It just happened that they were just shipped to the 'Night Market' today. If you are interested, you can go directly to the 'Black Knife' store.
Take a look at the 'Arsenal'. In addition, 'Lame Jack' has a few pieces of diamond jewelry with unknown origins. They are in good condition and are very popular with women. And..." He kept observing Mori.
Looking at Artie's face, Bill continued to tell the news about various night markets, as if he hoped to find out the other person's "hobbies" so that he could prescribe the right medicine.
But unfortunately, Moriarty always kept a faint smile on his face until he reached the entrance of the "Night Market".
And due to certain rules, Bill could no longer follow.
"Thank you for the introduction, Bill. Then, see you later." Moriarty glanced at the somewhat disappointed Bill, took out another gold coin and handed it over silently. Before the other party thanked him, he took White and Thomson away.
Entered the former prison gate.
"Hehe, it seems that although he is not very old, he is very quick to take action. This old dog Thomson is really lucky this time." Looking at the three people who were gradually walking away, Bill wiped the gold coins in his hands hard.
"Human head", until the whole gold coin was warmed, he carefully put it into his arms, then took the iron rod and tiptoed back.
As soon as you walk into the entrance of Ford Night Market, what you immediately see are two large copper-clad iron frame sliding doors more than four meters high. The huge handles of the copper doors are incomplete, and there are many black and gray rust spots on the blue surface.
, it can be seen that it has been there for many years and has lacked necessary maintenance. However, when you actually walk through these two old doors that will no longer close, you will still feel a heavy heart palpitation and an uncontrollable fear.
After walking through the big bronze door, there is a long dark corridor. For some unknown reason, the owner of the night market did not install new lighting devices for this main road, but just followed the original layout of the prison.
A medium-sized torch was inserted into the iron basket on the mottled and damp brick wall every twenty meters. Therefore, under the dark yellow light of the torch that was constantly shaking, the entire walkway seemed to be changing.
It swayed left and right, like a giant moving coffin.
Fortunately, there was someone waiting in the aisle. When they saw Thomson slowly walking with Moriarty and White, they immediately greeted him. This time, Thomson seemed to have a good relationship with the man and was not harassed.
Ridiculing and making things difficult. After a few simple exchanges, the man moved out of the way and pointed toward the end, allowing the three of them to go in on their own.
"This is the Ford Night Market. Because it was renovated from a prison cell, the shops are relatively separated, and no one will disturb you when you look at the goods, which can save you some unnecessary trouble."
After walking through the passage, the space inside suddenly opened up a lot. The original cells were transformed into independent shops, and the black market merchants built shelves directly in the cells. Some powerful merchants even
Several connected cells will be opened to form a large common room.
Different from the bustle of the Torch Market night market outside, the real Ford Night Market was unusually quiet. Although there were many people looking at goods and negotiating prices in the cells, they all had low voices and mysterious conversations. They were obviously
Don't want outsiders to hear.
"You can trade with confidence here, and there will never be any bad behavior that violates the rules." Finally taking Moriarty to the destination, Thomson took a breath and then introduced the rules of the black market in a low voice: "
However, when buying goods at Ford Night Market, merchants only accept cash and refuse any credit. At the same time, all goods must be counted in person, and they will no longer be responsible once they leave. Of course, you don’t need to worry too much. You can enter Ford Night Market to sell goods.
The credibility of the merchants is guaranteed, and many of them have deep backgrounds. And because the goods traded here are all good things that are difficult to see in the outside market, the probability of encountering fakes is much lower."
"Well, you are right. Businessmen who do special business will value their reputation and credibility more than ordinary businessmen. Because apart from these, they have nothing." As he spoke, Moriarty slowly glanced around the "cells"
Shop".
"You said it very well, that's the truth." Thomson nodded heavily in admiration, and then said: "Then, let's go to Black Knife's shop first? Although Bill's villain has a bad mouth, the news has always been
Well-informed. I think Black Knife might actually have the goods you want."
"No." Moriarty thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Go and see Lame Jack first."
"Ah...yes, okay." Thomson couldn't help being stunned, but he immediately came to his senses under Moriarty's gaze, and quickly agreed, taking Moriarty and White to Lame Jack's shop.
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Third update! Did you enjoy watching it?
I just looked at the score, "8000+".
A certain elephant will not break his promise, and the fourth update will come out around early in the morning.
