Not long after, Mike actually sent someone to deliver a note to the Incense Mansion, which was received by Victor. He knew the contents without reading it. Mike must have found out the auction time of the slave trading market.
This time, he thought carefully and did not intend to shirk Mike's request. After helping him kill the cigar club, he decided to arrange for Will to meet with him to discuss the future smuggling business.
In this way, the Cigar Club can be considered Victor's enemy.
After reading the note as expected, Victor put on a black outfit with a short cape, a white bow tie, a top hat, and walked out the door with a cane that night, heading to the appointment with Mike in the note.
The place.
When he arrived there, he saw a carriage parked on the side of the road, and he quickly recognized the coachman sitting in front of the carriage who was driving Mike.
The coachman has a trademark scar on his face and a fierce look in his eyes. At first glance, he is not a guy to be trifled with.
"You are dressed like an old nobleman who immigrated from the Western Continent." When Victor stepped into the carriage, Mike's first sentence was to ridicule his outfit.
But Victor discovered that Mike was dressed differently from last time. He was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, an orange dress, a plaid shirt underneath, and the knot of his belt could be clearly seen in the brown trousers on his legs.
, and the feet are thick big boots.
"Compared to me, are you imitating the dress of the eastern manor owner?"
When questioned by Victor, Mike seemed extremely confident.
"I've seen those people, they dress like this. Since you want to blend into the slave trading market, you have to behave more..."
"I think you may be overthinking..." Victor sneered at this statement. He was the son of a manor owner in the east. People there were mostly impatient and not as fastidious as the city dwellers on the west coast. They would wear whatever they had.
Among the people in the urban area of Dandelion, there are wealthy people who dress like Victor, and there are also large estate owners who live in the suburbs, wear simple burlap blouses, and have a net worth of thousands of acres.
The carriage arrived at the address disclosed by the traitor before. Mike had already sent people to investigate the area in advance. After verifying that what the traitor said was true, he prepared tonight's plan.
During the day, this open space was a lively and chaotic fruit market, but tonight, all the stalls had been cleared, and there were many horse-drawn carriages parked around, with people standing in twos and threes beside the cars.
Mike handed a poster to Victor. Victor glanced at it hastily and found that it was actually a brochure for this slave trade fair.
"It's unbelievable, am I still in Renekton? They are distributing posters blatantly?"
Mike stared at the bustling crowd outside the car window and replied: "Although Laketon is an abolition state, it has always maintained an ambiguous attitude towards this business. I originally thought it would be difficult to find out the time of the exhibition, but it has been happening several times recently.
"On this day, almost no other conversation was heard in the bars and public spaces near the dock area. People were talking about this large auction and speculation about the possible price."
It's still the dock area, the place where Renekton's crime breeds. Victor finally understands what Mike is worried about. The Cigar Club has strong support from the east, and it will be very difficult to fight against them in the future.
The intersection ahead was narrowed, and sandbags and barrels were piled on both sides, leaving only an opening for entry.
The gunmen of the Cigar Club stood at the gap and strictly scrutinized those who entered.
Mike asked the coachman to park the carriage aside, got out of the car and walked over to observe the situation.
He saw that the guests who came to the auction conference did not submit invitations or anything like that. Just as he had expected, they needed to shout out a code for the gatekeeper.
Those buyers came forward alone, while those behind were blocked by another checkpoint and could not hear what the people in front said.
"That's why I asked you to come with me." Mike lowered the brim of his hat and whispered to Victor, "I remember that the yellow papers Mr. Yi gave you can make people invisible, and we can sneak in secretly.
"
Victor glanced at the wooden barrel next to the intersection. It was of average height and could indeed be stepped over, but only if he could avoid the sight of those cigar thugs.
There is nothing better than using a water spell.
After thinking about it, Victor called Mike aside, took out the water spells he had drawn in advance, and posted them one by one.
As the two figures disappeared, they quietly passed through the crowd, stepped over the low wooden barrel blocking the intersection, and climbed inside.
When they first came in, they discovered that the auction at the Cigar Club was extremely tightly guarded. Patrols could be seen everywhere, people were standing at the windows of the buildings on both sides, and there were gunmen on the roof.
The ground was covered with waterlogged mud, and the front was full of buyers attending the meeting, chatting away.
A lady wearing expensive clothing was complaining to her male companion about the environment at the auction.
The people from the cigar club are calling the buyers over and taking them to visit the stables on the roadside, which contain an unknown number of eastern immigrants. Of course, they all arrived in Renekton on smuggling ships.
Like animals, they were lying staggeringly inside the bed of grain and straw, with no luster in their eyes as they stared dully at the buyers walking past.
Of course, not all slaves are hopeless. There are still many people who were deceived and signed a contract of sale. They are still resisting and looking forward to a miracle.
A man was yelling at the buyers attending the auction, trying his best to break free from the shackles on his ankles, but was finally whipped to the wall by a thug from the cigar club.
A woman was praying desperately to the people passing by, hoping that the future owner would also buy her five-year-old child when they choose.
Most people had a disgusting attitude towards her, until she touched a "gentleman's" trouser leg, startling him, and then kicked him away.
Her child was huddled in the dark haystack and crying. At this time, Victor and Mike followed the crowd and happened to spot this scene.
Mike stopped, looked at the mother and sighed, but then the mother suddenly got up, dragged her heavy shackles and crawled in front of Mike, kowtowed and cried non-stop.
This situation is very scary. Someone in the cigar club must know Mike. If the woman makes too much noise, she may attract the thugs, which will be dangerous.
At this moment, Victor suddenly squatted down, gently touched the woman's hand, stared into her eyes, and comforted her: "Don't worry, we will remember you and won't let you separate from your child."
The woman stopped crying and looked at him expectantly.
Then Victor gently pulled his hand back, nodded to her, and pulled Mike to follow the crowd.
At this time, the Cigar Club slave trader who led the way brought hundreds of people to an open space.
A high platform was erected in the center of the open space, with matching round tables and chairs placed around it. The buyers who came first were already seated here. They should be richer than the group of people that Victor followed, so they sat in the VIP seats.
The leader of the cigar club stepped on the raised platform, stood above the heads of all the buyers, and took out a thick booklet to show to everyone.
"Everyone! Ladies and gentlemen! The goods you came here to see just now are all the goods that have just landed recently. We have more that have not been displayed. There is a full 16-page roster here. I will let people expand it later.
The printed catalog is distributed for you to choose from!”