Lord of the Silver Crow

After the night came, the western urban area was quite gloomy as it looked.

The place where the workers in the mining area originally lived has now declined due to the gradual migration of the population.

The gas lamps have long been dismantled because the municipal government did not pay for maintenance, leaving only a few gas lampposts.

Here, it is basically pitch black, and no one knows what is in the dark corners, and no one dares to wander around.

This is the place where many Extraordinary people who travel alone and in small organizations gather in Wawei City.

A man, wearing a black robe with a hood, took a few detours, entered an alley, and walked outside a dilapidated-looking house similar to the surrounding houses.

And tens of meters away from this old house, a pair of eyes were watching the man who was parked outside the dilapidated house.

tuk tuk -

tuk tuk -

tuk tuk -

Three, two, three knocks on the door sounded continuously.

The agreed secret signal that will be changed every once in a while is sounded accurately, which means that it is an acquaintance and a regular customer.

He gestured towards the direction of another house, and then, from another house, a person also wrapped in a black robe walked out.

The other party walked up to the man in black robe who turned his back to the door, and looked at the other party's attire.

The usual black robe, with a mask on his face, concealing his features in all directions.

Without saying anything, the man turned around and walked towards another house.

These abandoned houses that have long been unoccupied are their best trading places.

Soon, the man in black robe was brought to an abandoned house, and came to a simple and dilapidated table. The man in black robe who appeared after that walked inside and said in a specially changed voice:

What are you buying? Or selling?

black market.

Here, is the black market.

Also called Black Street.

The black-robed man standing inside the stage is a businessman who buys various items.

Neither the buyer nor the seller can determine the identity of the other party.

Moreover, the biggest problem is that this transaction is not guaranteed.

The urban areas controlled by the Church of Steam are extremely strict in management.

If you want to trade some shady things, you have to use alternative means.

Otherwise, it is better to go to the impossible zone to trade.

In this black market, the characteristic of transactions is personal safety, but the price is that transactions may be cheated.

The man in black robe who came to Heijie, or Yago, said solemnly:

Sell.

I don't know what kind of power it is, there is intelligence, and there are extraordinary items.

After roughly describing the value as a Sequence 8 mystery, Yago heard the person on the opposite side and said again:

Direct sale or auction?

Hearing this, Yago also had a guess about the other party's identity.

Although this black street is nominally just a gathering place for small organizations and lone Extraordinary, in reality, there may be members of some powerful secret organizations here.

These people will directly purchase mysterious items at a uniform price and purchase various Extraordinary items.

But the advantage is that the chance of being cheated is small, and the other party can give you a lot of items. You can ask for it, and the other party is more likely to have such things.

It's like gambling a lottery. The things traded by both parties are all black boxes. They just roughly estimate the parity, and don't know what's inside.

It's possible to get what you want, and it's possible to get what you don't want.

What you play is heartbeat.

People with a weak heart would rather go to the lawless zone or even find the church to trade these unscrupulous things, and would not choose this way to trade.

However, there are also many people who like this tone.

Sell directly, I want the Thorn Bird and the Fountain of Resentment.

Yago already knew about the unique black market trading method formed by the popularity of the Westland Steam Church in Dutley.

Yago said two materials.

Hearing this, the person on the opposite side didn't say anything, just nodded:

Fix a location, after dusk tomorrow.

Hog Square.

After speaking, he turned and left, ending this seemingly inexplicable transaction.

And as Yago left, another man in a classic black robe and gray mask came to him:

who is it?

do not know.

The person in charge of the transaction shook his head:

A breath that has not been recorded.

Not recorded? From outside? Hearing this, the man couldn't help but frowned.

There seems to be a lot of things recently, and it's the Violent Legion and the Brotherhood of the Lantern.

Wawei is not peaceful recently.

Don't worry about it so much, it's shameful anyway.

The man responded that it is best to do black market business, no matter how much it is:

Don't pretend to be someone from the church.

This type of transaction is safe, but it also has disadvantages——

People from the church may also sneak in.

The next day, after the sun went down.

Yago watched the note he left on the bench being picked up, looked at the bag left on the bench, slightly pressed his hat, and after using the ability of the man with a thousand faces to copy the face of a passerby, he walked Passed over, picked up the bag, and then immediately walked into the alley, entered another street, and used the ability of a thousand-faced man to copy the appearance of others again, changing his appearance and figure.

In another location, a man holding a note got another bag, left the place, and dug out the contents.

Molten metal with some scorched black marks?

fire?

Seemingly remembering something, the man couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

Sir Moga, the fire? Moga is a Extraordinary?

After glancing around, the man tore up the note with the address of the transaction, and when he left, he shook his hand to the ground.

Yago also dug out what he got.

Feathers, and black liquid bubbling.

It should be true that liquid is a fountain of resentment.

But that feather, which is the feather of the thorn bird, is obviously the feather of the death bird.

The corner of Yago's mouth twitched. Sure enough, this kind of transaction without a supervisor and adjudicator is not reliable at all.

But pit each other.

The things he used to trade were probably the things that the Broken Gear team left behind in the ruins of Sir Moga's mansion for surveillance.

Sure enough, you still have to participate as a normal Extraordinary.

Shaking his head, Yago reluctantly took back the feather of the dead bird and the fountain of resentment.

He originally wanted to experiment to see if this so-called black market could be profitable.

Sure enough, nothing good.

Changing his face again, Yago moved towards the few exchanges he knew, which more or less had church backgrounds.

Blocking is worse than sparse, this truth will not be unknown to anyone, rather than forcing all Extraordinary people to the point of no return, it is better for the official end of the transaction to set rules and constraints.

Extraordinary items and mystical items with proper origins can be traded directly with traders controlled or endorsed by the church.

Those who come from wrong paths, Yago has also seen the official end to be a black market dealer.

Longfellow had a lot of memories.

The exchange that Yago found as Guest looked like an ordinary store.

Raising his eyebrows, Yago entered it.