this is my ark journey

fart!How can fire make things, wait, is this fire related to forging? ?

Ines, who was born in Letalia, just couldn't figure it out, but she didn't have any other explanations. After thinking for a long time, she gave up and went back to Rennes' question.

"Hedley received the news that there is a commission for us, so he has to hurry."

"At this time? Aren't you afraid it's Tracy's trap?"

"Don't worry, the safety is guaranteed, because the client is—" Ines paused and said a name.

"Doctor of Babel."

Chapter 51 The Underground Black Market

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing the river sparkling, dozens of people trekking on the road, a tractor-like machine makes a sound of "puff puff puff puff chiffon", with wounded in the cargo box, it drives very slowly, surrounded by people walking in a hurry mercenary.

Jokes and dirty jokes kept going, no one else knew that this mercenary had gone through a hard fight last night and lost more than half of its members. Even the wounded in the cargo box were passing cigarettes to each other, looking indifferent.

The battle is never-ending for the Sarkaz. If you die, you will be buried, and if you are alive, you will continue to walk. There is no need to be sentimental at all.

"Hey, leader, just put me here, there is a village not far ahead and I will go there by myself." A Sarkaz with a broken left hand jumped out of the cargo box.

"Heidao, why don't we escort him?" Hedley frowned and left, holding a thick stack of Victorian gold pounds in his hand.

"No need, it's just a few steps away. Besides, the money is enough for me to be chic for a long time." The mercenary shook the envelope containing the money, then patted the saber on his waist, "If anyone makes trouble, I haven't forgotten my ability to kill .”

Hedley nodded heavily, and patted his subordinate on the shoulder: "Take care, we will come back to see you when we are free."

"Don't come. If I'm going to die, you guys will be sad. I'll be sad if the people like Bell are gone. It's not good anyway, so don't come." The mercenary smiled and handed the soldier badge to Hedley, turned and left .

There was not much farewell, but Hedley watched the other party's back go away and stood there for a long time, which caused other mercenaries to mutter.

They thought the group leader was a little weird, this kind of thing is common, why should they care about it, only W, who was lying with the seriously wounded, lay on the railing, looked first at Hedley, then at a distance not far away, silently Ren, who was watching, had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, I finally understand why you were persuaded by me. If you do this kind of thing too much, people will inevitably go crazy." Ren came and patted Hedley on the shoulder.

"So I have some regrets, like asking for trouble."

"The instinct to pursue happiness is irresistible." Ren expressed understanding that he was more painful than other ashes back then, but a pure heart is not necessarily a good thing.

Hedley was silent for a moment, nodded heavily, and raised his finger forward: "The underground black market is just ahead, W should have given you a lesson."

"She said very simply, don't be surprised if you see anything there. If you have money, you will be in heaven. If you don't have money, go away."

"Enough." Hedley didn't add anything, and just one sentence contained all the important information.

With the sound of the tractor snorting, the cardinal continued to advance along the river bank, passing by the forest that blocked the view, and a dark building was in the center of the depression ahead.

"Oh? Is this the underground black market?" Ren stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened slightly.

There is no broken tent in the black market as imagined, nor is it underground, but it is a steel jungle, densely packed with pipelines and high-rise buildings. As the evening approaches, the densely packed neon lights on the buildings light up, making the area as bright as day. It illuminates the faint crowd, and also illuminates the holes on the tall buildings.

Moreover, Ryan also noticed that these buildings were all built on a huge steel foundation, with crawlers under the foundation, and densely packed load wheels, each with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"An unfinished mobile urban area." Ines explained, and then glanced at Ren, "I forgot that you came from the wilderness."

Yes, I admit that I am a countryman.

Renn didn't even talk back. This kind of giant steel jungle is really shocking. Long Beach Town was like a dilapidated shack before. To build this kind of city requires advanced science, not to mention that it is still mobile.

'Earth is impossible to create, Terra's crooked technology tree is really powerful. '

It is impossible to drive this behemoth of unknown tens of thousands of tons before controlled nuclear fusion, and there is something to be heard from Ines.

"Is this just a city? And it hasn't been built yet?"

"Well, mobile cities with a population of one million are not uncommon in other countries. It's just that civil war broke out before this one was built, and no one was interested in continuing to build it after it was smashed."

"Then who is maintaining order?" Ren was even more curious. Sarkaz didn't seem to be law-abiding.

"The mercenary group and the two Highnesses agreed that no wars will be fought here." Ines curled her lips and added, "Of course it's normal for a few people to die in the sewer."

It’s also much better than the outside world. The mercenaries want to sell their stolen goods, Teresia wants to find cannon fodder, and Theresia wants to spread ideals. Each takes what they need to achieve a delicate balance.

Ren saw through it at a glance and didn't say much. He followed the team forward and asked, "Where is the Scar Mall?"

"The mercenary's site is quite lively." It was W who spoke, and she stuck her head out of the fence, pointing her fingers and replied: "There are little mercenaries who have made a fortune, and there are sneaky killers, oh, and Spies, I like best to pry secrets out of their mouths."

She laughed profusely, and Ren thought that this way of obtaining secrets must be uncivilized. As for the scar market, he generally understood.

The place where tasks are released, stolen goods are sold, and people are recruited is similar to the guild in fantasy novels, except that there can be no organizers here.

As the team approached, the city became bigger and bigger in the field of vision, the road stepped by life became smoother and smoother, and the people on the road became denser and denser.

Most of them are mercenaries, some are driving off-road vehicles, some are riding motorcycles, all kinds of costumes and weapons, and the city with neon lights in front of them gives people a cyberpunk feeling.

The punk-style mercenaries were also mixed with some other vehicles. The caravan did not dare to go too deep into Kazdel. Most of these vehicles were painted with badges or flags, and no one dared to disturb them in the crowd.

"Those are nobles." Hedley pouted.

"There are nobles in this ghost place?" Ryan knew that most of Terra was a kingdom system, and he was surprised that the war had destroyed the country, and these nobles still looked powerful.

Hedley didn't know much about the political system either, so he briefly explained: "Nobles are members of the royal family, and the king needs their support, which is Kazdel's real strength."

"Understood, nobles can be called human beings, and others are just beasts." Ren suddenly thought of a certain area called Germany, where the cannibalism was so fragmented that the people could only expect a virtuous king to integrate with another noble prime minister. The country, became a great power, and then the result...

Jingde cried twice.

This outrageous remark was heard by Hedley, but he couldn't refute it. Of course, he knew that when he and his brothers were fighting for survival, the nobles still enjoyed a good life, as if the war had nothing to do with them.

All they need to do is to hold on to the power in their hands, sometimes leaning towards Teresia, and sometimes fooling Teresia, allowing the power to continue to expand.

Ren shook his head, didn't speak, but showed contempt.

There is nothing new in the world, no matter which world you are in. For example, Terra’s problem is very simple. You don’t need to catch people as firewood, and you don’t need to defeat some demon king.

As long as the spread of origin stones is reduced and people who come into contact with origin stones are equipped with defensive equipment, it will naturally prevent the disaster from deepening.

But this is impossible. The origin stone provides a convenient life, which makes the war more destructive. Just like the train heading to perdition, no one dares to stop. As for the defensive equipment?Sorry, the cost will increase, and the distant destruction cannot be seen, but the immediate benefits are the clearest.

"Ren, what are you thinking?" Hedley asked suddenly.

"Meat eaters are despicable." Ren's Sarkaz language was a little weird, but he didn't explain it, and looked ahead.

The road has come to an end, and in front of it is a row of elevators, which go up and down non-stop, and the flashing signal lights are like stars.

The black market built on the ground has arrived.

Chapter 52 W, change your mind!

Stepping on the mottled elevator, you will be surrounded by rusty pipes, which are dense enough to make you sick. The giant elevator is in operation, transporting all kinds of vehicles and materials to the top of the city, and the tilt-wing drone is Surrounded by it, it looks like a dragonfly by a pool.

This black market is jointly guaranteed by Kazdel's major forces. Those who cause trouble will be hunted down by all parties. It can be regarded as a pure land in the flames of war. Complete dirty joke.

Ren leaned on the railing and looked around, looking around at the first mobile city he saw.

The old elevator was dragged up by the steel cable, and the steel jungle was enlarged in the field of vision, with fields on one side and cobweb-like pipes on the other. Ren noticed that there were black shadows flashing through the gaps in those pipes, although the elevator flashed However, he could still see clearly that it was a dirty little Sarkaz.

"Can people live in those pipelines?"

"Pipeline?" Hedley grabbed the railing and looked down through the glass of the elevator. He happened to see a girl with a numb expression looking at him, so he nodded:

"Consumption in the black market is very expensive. If you have no money, you have to leave or hide in the lower levels."

The mobile city is a three-dimensional structure, which is equivalent to building a house on a platform, and there is still a huge space under the platform, but it is generally occupied by various sewer pipes and delivery pipes, and the sky is dark.

"Can not Go Out?"

"The life outside is not something they can bear." Hedley shrugged.

Ren also walked to the edge of the elevator and watched the girl walking on the thick pipe to pick up the things dropped by the elevator. The feet were tens of meters in the air, and the tattered cloak propped up by the thin body was swaying in the strong wind, and she walked abnormally. smooth.

"The sympathy is overflowing? Do you want to go down and rescue her? Don't worry, it doesn't cost money." A voice came, and Ren didn't need to look back, he could tell it was W from the strange voice.

Ren ignored her and asked Hedley, "How do you survive in that kind of place?"

"There is always a way, such as picking up food scraps that fall from the upper floors of the black market, repairing broken sewers, and being able to work in the upper floors when she grows up. Of course, the premise is that she can grow up alive." Hedley was expressionless, looking at similar things. After a long time, sympathy will naturally disappear.

Besides, mercenaries are not qualified to sympathize with others. Picking up rubbish in crowded pipes seems to be safer than mercenaries sleeping in the open air, but thinking of this, he was slightly distracted, thinking about what Ryan said before.

It wasn't just the mercenaries who suffered, anyway, he would rather die in battle than live in the dark.

Ryan didn't speak, and turned to look at W until the girl disappeared from view: "I can't take her from one suffering to another, it's pointless."

W's expression froze, as if recalling something, and the smile on his face was completely frozen. Fortunately, these abnormalities were not noticed by others. The atmosphere in the elevator was a little heavy, and most of the mercenaries who were standing or lying were caught Those words brought back some painful memories.

No one reminded me that it was a daily routine, but I really feel uncomfortable when I think about it. For example, the laughter from the elevator on the other side is very harsh. A young Sarkaz in a black dress hugs two women and enjoys the autumn scenery. Ri Nuanyang laughed loudly.

Perhaps noticing his eyes, the young man saw a group of dirty mercenaries, and his laughter became more cheerful.

"Ma De, be so arrogant, you will have better luck when you reincarnate."

Phantom scolded, they are all veterans of hundreds of battles, it can be seen at a glance that this Sarkaz has never been on the battlefield, can the hand with the jeweled ring hold the knife tightly?

I haven't killed anyone, and I haven't been tortured by ore disease, but I can hug left and right.

When the young man heard this, he glared immediately, but the boss didn't care about it, the Sarkaz swordsman immediately made a gesture of cutting his throat, which attracted the guards around the young man to step forward, and the two sides fought in the air with their eyes. After a while, the swordsman spat and ignored him.

"Hey, what is it, just like that bastard Xueling, who climbs up to the nobleman and feels like he has become a master? It's just a dog's leg!" The young man sat down cursingly, squinting his eyes and stroking the handle of the knife, "Suddenly don't want to go with the girl We played and wanted to find a chance to kill him."

"Forget it, Phantom, the noble guards are not easy to mess with. Oh, it's not the noble guard's turn to play. If you pay any money, there will be colleagues who are willing to take your head away." Butterfly grinned, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

If the young man likes fencing, I'll let him try it out.

"I'm just talking, damn it, so I never go to cities controlled by nobles. I didn't expect the black market to become like this."

Seeing the complaints from the subordinates, none of the four high-level officers of the Corps said a word. Ines thought that the changes in the black market should be related to the progress of the civil war. Hedley was worried about several highly infected wounded, and searched for a doctor in his heart. W as That is, he was in a daze, but Ren saw through the essence of the problem.

Whether or not Kazdel exists is not important. Even if Ursus or other forces annex the country, nothing will change.

People with noble blood can change families. Anyway, given the xenophobia of the Sarkaz people, any force must rely on local forces. War will only make them richer and richer. As for the suffering of the lower classes?

who cares.

'Maybe we can add more thugs and serfs. Renn laughed mockingly, and heard the sound of gears being fixed again, and the upper level of the black market finally arrived.

The door opened to both sides, and what Ren saw was a straight road. The dense neon lights made people dizzy, and most of them wrote the words 'hotel', 'bar' and 'club' in Sarkaz language, which was ten meters long. The wide road was crowded with people, most of them were muscular warriors, there were also well-dressed nobles, and of course more women in scantily clad clothes.

Pello, Filin, and Caprini are ten times higher than Long Beach Town in terms of quantity and quality. As for Kazdel, where are there so many women of different races?The caravans that come and go sell not only dead things, but also live ones.

Seeing a new customer, the women guarding the elevator suddenly gathered around to solicit business. The mercenaries who said they were not interested just now smiled happily, and stuffed the money they worked so hard into the women's chests amidst giggles. .

"It's interesting, let's go to the scar mall to find a doctor first, and you can have fun with Phantom." W leaned forward, as if trying to persuade her, and beside her, a mercenary who came up from another elevator whistled at her, and she smiled Pulling off his shirt, he patted the saber on his waist.

"I'm not interested." Ren has been holding back in Black Soul for many years and he still doesn't want to be hungry. He even doesn't like this kind of abnormal prosperity. A silly dog ​​ran around and asked very curiously:

"The mercenaries who wander between life and death need to vent, but those noble lords and regular soldiers are so worthless?"

"Ha, the only remaining laws in Kazdel can't control the black market, even Her Highness Theresa's subordinates are not everyone's saints, besides, there are many things to play in this place, which can satisfy all kinds of hobbies When W mentioned this, he got excited and pointed his fingers: "For example, Sakota's guns, Colombia's banned drugs, and Sargon's human skin..."

"Stop, stop, stop, don't disgust me during meal time." Ren hurriedly told her to shut up, and the general meaning was understood. Isn't this a lawless place where heavy tastes gather?

That's right, the mercenaries vented their pressure, the nobles and merchants made money, and the regular army increased their cohesion. This wave is a win-win situation.

"This shit makes you sick? Then you shouldn't come." W's smile was like seeing an innocent boy at the door of the service place.

"Tch, I've seen all the disgusting things, I really want to catch you a maggot and let you see what the evil in this world is."

"What the hell is a maggot man? It sounds interesting."

Ren saw the curious girl with her hands behind her back and her head poked out. She was completely startled.

"Damn, you should change your mind too much!"

"Stop arguing, take Gerardin and the others to the mall, let's talk about personal interests after business is done." Hedley separated the two with some headaches, and said to the thirty or so subordinates:

"I'll give you two days to rest. Gather after receiving the notice, and get out if you're late."

"Okay, don't worry."

"The commander-in-chief can be slaughtered, I sold my life to the Corps long ago."

The mercenaries laughed and left with their arms around the women, leaving only Hedley frowning.

He also needs to find contacts for treatment, prepare supplies, and think about the entrustment contract with the Tower of Babel. Let alone playing, even sleeping is a luxury for the past two days.

'So even if you kill me, you won't be the leader. Ren shuddered. He never had to worry about these shitty things. He only needed to kill people, find the fire-proof woman, and then kill people. It was pure and comfortable.

"Let's go." W, who was still fighting with Ren just now, waved his hand, and the voice came from afar: "A reminder, take good care of that silly Pello, his heart has been eaten so that there are not even bones left."

"This bad woman is scolding me??" Keobe, who had been keeping her mouth shut at Ren's request, was a little confused. She had been looking around just now, dizzy by those neon lights.

"Uh, well, I have some bread to fill my stomach." Ren ignored the contemptuous gazes around him. Anyway, this stupid dog is not picky about food. He walked a few steps and turned back, looking at the tallest building at the end of the mainland.

Someone is spying on me?