Chapter 47: Invitation to Wine, Small Square, Heaven in Hell
About half an hour later, Moriarty, White and Thomson left Black Knife's arsenal.
"Thomson, this is your commission. Thank you for your attentive service tonight. Now, you can go back and rest early." Coming to a secluded corner, Moriarty took out a card worth one hundred gold coins.
Cilias gave the cashier's check and handed it to the clerk.
"Ah, thank you, sir, but..." Seeing the cashier's note, Thomson instinctively reached out to take it, but he held it back: "According to the agreement, the commission you pay me should be for the 'goods'
Ten percent of the price. But just now, the Black Knife boss only charged you one kingdom gold coin. So, I..."
Looking at Thomson's blazing and struggling eyes, Moriarty smiled slightly: "Please accept it, that is the reward you deserve. At least, I have spent a thousand gold coins on Lame Jack, haven't I?"
"Oh! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, generous and noble gentleman." Thomson exhaled a long breath, whispered excitedly, and at the same time accepted the commission with great joy.
"Well, see you tomorrow. I hope the black tea and mint leaves I ordered can be delivered on time." Moriarty waved his hand and finally said.
"Of course, sir! Of course! I will go back to the Land of White Clouds to prepare now, and I will make sure to deliver your goods before eight o'clock." Thomson immediately "swore" loudly.
"Well, good night. Be careful on the road." Moriarty nodded.
"Good night, sir." Thomson bowed deeply and left alone.
When Thomson's slightly excited figure turned the corner and disappeared, Moriarty and White looked at each other and smiled. The mission of coming to the black market tonight was now completed, and it was time for free activities.
"Shall we go back to the inn to rest directly? Or take a stroll here?" White suggested.
"What time is it now?" Moriarty asked.
"It's about eleven o'clock." White did not carry a timekeeping tool such as a pocket watch with him, but his keen biological clock could still roughly judge the time.
"Thomson once said that Fort Ford will enforce the curfew at three o'clock in the morning, so we still have about four hours." Moriarty thought for a while and looked at White: "Let's go back to Black Knife."
"Go back?" White was stunned.
"Haha, yes. I think that bald man is pretty good, and I took advantage of him just now. I'm a little embarrassed, so I want to invite him out for a drink." Moriarty smiled and explained: "What do you think?"
"You are right. A rare five-shot box arm crossbow comes with twenty tungsten steel crossbow arrows, but it only charges you one gold coin. Haha, that guy really gave you a big discount.
"White also smiled, glanced at Moriartillo's slightly bulging sleeve on his left arm, and said.
"Then let's go." Moriarty also smiled.
The two of them turned around and headed back to Heidao's shop.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you two again after such a long time." When he saw Moriarty and White appearing in front of him again, Black Blade immediately laughed and touched his bald head:
"Why, there are still things you want to buy? But let's talk about it first, there won't be any bargains like before this time. At least let me make my money back, haha!"
"Let you get your money back? Of course there is no problem with that." Moriarty smiled and said: "However, I have nothing to buy from you at the moment. So, I plan to buy you a drink directly. How about it, are you free?
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"Drink? Haha, boy, you fell into my hand." Heidao laughed suddenly, as if he had heard the best news in the world: "Let's go! Look at how I behave on the wine table.
Get rid of you little rookie." Without even taking off the dirty blacksmith uniform, Black Knife stepped forward, grabbed Moriarty's arm, and walked away.
"Where is your 'arsenal'? Don't you need to find someone else to look after it?" Moriarty was pulled to stagger and asked.
"Hehe, don't worry, no one wants the junk here even if you give it away." Heidao said without caring at all.
"Trash?" White on the side said, his head covered with black lines.
It's these junk goods that really cost the female werewolf a lot of money just now. But then again, the quality of the goods here at Black Knife, whether they are weapons or armors, is beyond words, and they can definitely be considered top-notch.
products. And if they were in ordinary weapon shops outside, those barbarians would never be able to buy the same things even if they spent twice as much money. Because no ordinary kingdom merchant would dare to buy such a large quantity from Crullo.
Germany sells weapons, which is treason.
"Which bar should we go to? 'Flamingo' is good, the girls there will definitely make you dizzy; 'Pumpkin Cart' is also good, I haven't had a golden ale in two days, weird; or just go to 'The Bell'
With Cat', that's one of the few taverns in the fortress that dares to stay open all night. Haha, which one should you choose? Boy, your wallet is going to suffer!" It seemed that he suddenly entered a certain state, and the black knife was big on one side.
Hu Xiao screamed, pulling Moriarty and striding outside.
"How about Roland's Bar? I quite like it there." White, who followed closely behind, couldn't help but suggest.
"Roland?" Hearing the name, Heidao paused for no reason, but immediately returned to normal, and then asked: "It's notoriously expensive there. Have you ever visited it?"
"Hey, Morty and I just came out of there three hours ago. But you're right, a cup of 'Afterglow' costs five hundred gold coins, and the knife is even more ruthless than yours." Obviously, White was very interested in that cup of "Afterglow"
"The memory is very deep, and I still can't help but complain about the last sentence when I mention it to this day.
"Have you drunk the afterglow?" Black Blade suddenly stopped and looked at White, with a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't believe it, but also seemed to find it incredible.
"It's not me, it's Morty." White didn't notice the change in the bald man's expression. He just shrugged and pointed at Moriarty: "I can't tell jokes."
"That's right..." Black Blade nodded and continued to stride out, but he let go of Moriarty's hand.
"You said, Pagliese just charged you five hundred gold coins?" After taking a few steps, Black Knife seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, turned to stare at Moriarty and asked.
"Yes." Moriarty smiled faintly: "Pugliss refused my drink and hoped to save it for the next drink."
"Next drink?" Heidao frowned.
"A cup of real 'afterglow'." As he said this, Moriarty couldn't help but flash a fragment of the red-haired singer leaning on the bar and drinking alone in silence.
"So that's it." Black Knife looked at Moriarty and smiled slowly, very happily.
"Is there anything funny about this?" White looked at the even stranger black knife with some strangeness.
"Let's go, stop talking nonsense. I've decided to go to the 'Old Log Cabin'! That's where good friends drink." As if he suddenly made up his mind, Black Knife took Moriarty's arm again.
Laughing and continuing to stride forward.
Because Black Knife, a local snake, was leading the way, Moriarty and others no longer had to weave through the complex and difficult-to-identify prison corridors. After passing through several rather secretive side roads, Black Knife took Moriarty with him.
The two of them came to a small sunken square with White.
It has to be said that it is a very strange thing to have a square inside an old abandoned prison. What is even more strange is that when Moriarty passed through the center of the small square, he was surprised to find that there were inlaid inlays on the ceiling of the square.
There is a huge circular hollow skylight. From this large skylight, you can even directly see the stars shining in the night sky. Around the square, there are also many incomplete huge statues erected randomly. These statues seem to have been severely damaged by external forces.
Almost all of them were decapitated, and many of them were pushed to the ground and turned into broken pieces.
"Do you think it's weird?" Black Knife said as he walked forward and glanced at Moriarty's face.
"Yes." Moriarty quickly scanned the surroundings and nodded: "Dark and claustrophobic, but accompanied by a little light of freedom. The existence of this small square is really a bit abrupt, compared to the prisons of the past."
"Is it the light in the darkness?" Heidao smiled with an unknown meaning, with some inexplicable self-deprecation.
"It's hard to imagine how the prisoners in the past felt when they walked through this square." Standing directly under the center of the square's sky dome, Moriarty looked up at the starry sky above his head and said quietly.
"Oh? Then how do you think they will feel?" Perhaps due to the reflection in the small square, Heidao's voice sounded very low, even accompanied by some echoes.
"In hell, look up to heaven." Moriarty lowered his head and sighed silently.
"'Looking up to heaven in hell'? Haha, I have to say that you are really good at thinking about things." Black Blade's majestic chest rose and fell slightly, and he shook his head: "But maybe the so-called hell was once like this."
Is it heaven?”
"Hell is heaven?" Moriarty turned to look at Black Knife's face as hard as black iron, his eyebrows gradually tightened.
"Forget it, let's go. Whether it's heaven or hell, this has nothing to do with you. The wine is still waiting for us." After looking at Moriarty for a moment, Black Blade suddenly shrugged and walked forward.
Looking at the dark back of the black knife, Moriarty's brows slowly opened again, but his eyes involuntarily moved to the damaged statues in the distance.
In the hazy moonlight, those unusually tall headless and winged statues stood silently. Perhaps in the distant past, these statues were once majestic and even worshiped by countless people, but now only the remains of almost ruins remain.
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"What's wrong?" At this time, White on the side asked softly.
Moriarty retracted his gaze and shook his head: "Let's go." Then, he and White followed.
Soon after the three of them passed through the small square and entered a dim corridor opposite the square, Black Knife, who was walking at the front, and White, who was at the back of the team, suddenly stopped one after the other and became highly alert at the same time.
But the difference is that White immediately covered Moriarty behind him, while the black knife completely blocked the entire corridor like an iron wall.
"It smells like blood."
Heidao half-squinted his eyes, raised his thick nose slightly,
