this is my ark journey

Chapter 53 Gorefiend and the Tower of Babel

The black market is roughly divided into sections by a cross-shaped main road, and in the center is a building with a height of [-] meters. It looks like a tall tower from a distance. Except for the various antennas on the roof, it looks similar to an ordinary office building.

It's just that on the top floor, you can have a panoramic view of the entire black market. After the sun goes down, the whole land falls into silence, and the brightly lit mobile city is as dazzling as torches lit in the dark. People on the noisy streets are like ants. A man Looking from the floor-to-ceiling windows, it seems to be sitting on the clouds overlooking the boundless sentient beings.

The man has white hair, but he does not have the sharp horns of the usual Sarkaz. His facial features are handsome and his posture is elegant. Only his crimson eyes reveal that he is a noble bloodfiend in Sarkaz.

Shaking the wine glass filled with bright red liquid, he stroked the golden badge on the chest of the straight suit, and turned his head slightly: "Do you have any explanation, Your Highness?"

The man's voice was deep, feminine and elegant, as if he was in a different world from the rough men outside.

In the center of the hall paved with white stone floor stood a black and white figure, with a black cloak and white long horns, and a strangely shaped sword on his waist. It was a sinner.

"His Royal Highness is very angry that the golden statue of the Terror was lost by Sargon's people." The absolutist's voice did not contain any emotion.

"Oh? That thing is lost?" The handsome man raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised, "Colombians value it so much?"

"Those stupid people just found clues from the documents of the Aslan family, and only sent a team of mercenaries."

"Then you can lose it with you here? Oh, I forgot, your existence is to supervise and finish, and you will be discovered by Lateran if you do it without authorization." The man patted his forehead lightly to express his apology, his face showing Elegant smile:

"Let me guess who intervened. Is it Sargon Pasha? Or a certain Duke of Victoria? Or the twin queens of Letania and the remnants of the Witch King. It can't be the group of Orientals who did it."

"No one, it was either hidden by Colombian mercenaries, or picked up by a traveler." The absolutist replied, without hiding anything.

"Traveler? Is it strong?"

"I don't know, but he walked into a natural disaster, and we didn't find the body when we arrived."

Natural disaster? ?

The man's eyes widened slightly, and the hand touching the badge paused, shaking his head non-stop.

"Either this is a strong person, or you have met a lunatic, but all the clues have been cut off, and His Highness has nothing to do."

"Yes, that's why Your Highness asked me to ask you about the situation here." The pardoner paused for a moment and asked indifferently: "When will the underground black market be in the hands of Your Highness!"

The most prosperous business district in Kasdale, which was smashed into ruins, and tens of thousands of mercenaries licking their blood, this will be the balance that breaks the war.

"The man of His Highness died last night. The Tower of Babel seems to be planning to transport something into Kazdel, and has no time to take care of me. This delicious cake has already been delivered to my mouth." The man turned his head, Looking at a figure in the corner of the hall, the smile disappeared, as cold as a lump of ice.

"But the second step of the plan failed. Killing the caravan will force the spokespersons of the nobles in the black market to stand in line, and they can only stand on the side of His Highness who controls the South Canyon, but these idiots have messed up the matter!"

The underground black market has absorbed most of Kazdel's money, but if you want to make money, you have to transport things over. The Tracys army who has mastered the main traffic routes can completely rob in a targeted manner. Not everyone has the Karan trade. general fighting power.

As long as it can make money, most people don't care what conspiracy is behind it.

Seeing the two big men watching, the figure in the corner quickly leaned over, his voice sounded panicked: "Master Alcador, it was Basten who underestimated the enemy and rushed in, and three centurions were wiped out in his hands!!"

"I don't understand, Kars, the powerful Blood Halberd was killed in battle, how did you come back?" A smile appeared on the man's face again, a more gentle smile.

Ribbon-like red liquid flowed from his body and fluttered in the air, across the entire hall, gently stroking Kars' side face.

"I have to report the matter to you." The adjutant raised his head, there was no fear on his unconscious face, only loyalty: "The cardinals are the pawns used by the Tower of Babel to fight us, they cannot give up the underground black market. "

"Only mercenaries? That His Highness is not weak."

"But to escort that thing, they don't have the strength to deal with us!" The adjutant roared, his muscles trembling, and suddenly he felt the cold touch on his face disappear without a trace.

"You convinced me, um, it's just mercenaries? It makes me wonder what that 'doctor' is thinking." Alcado retracted the blood belt, and suddenly remembered the mercenaries at the entrance of the black market.

They were not weak, and when they thought of the evil spirit who forcibly brought the battle back, they seemed to smell a conspiracy.

"Then clear the obstacles, Your Excellency the Absolution Master, do you want to participate?"

The pardoner turned his head, and his voice remained indifferent: "You are the supreme commander of the Western War Zone. Your Highness only needs results, but don't make too much noise, and don't let Your Highness face the questions of the nobles in the royal court! As for me, Sa The Kotas have stepped into Kazdel, and that is the mission of the Absolution."

Sakota?What are they doing here?

A look of surprise flashed across the man's face, but he didn't ask why.

"I understand, but there is a sentence that I understand better—" He smiled, revealing four long fangs.

"There will be no penalty for the victor."

Very arrogant, the pardoner took a deep look at him, stepped back a few steps, and disappeared into the hall like black mist.

"It seems to have made him angry." Alcado shrugged indifferently, patted his palms lightly, and the door on one side opened automatically, and a tall figure walked in.

It was wearing a white protective suit, with no skin exposed, and it was holding a huge hammer in its hand.

"Kars, I will hand over this mercenary team to you, and then bring your people to finish the work. If you meet interesting people, remember to bring me the blood back."

"Yes." The adjutant didn't dare to talk nonsense, and turned to leave, but saw that tall figure didn't move.

"I hope you will pay in time."

Covered by thick protective clothing, the voice of the tall figure was low and neutral.The adjutant's eyes widened directly, as if he couldn't understand this man's courage.

Count Alcador, the most terrifying existence among the notorious blood demons, dare to make demands in front of such a person?

Without the slightest bit of impatience, the man replied seriously: "Okay, those small animals in the underground pipeline can leave as long as they want, and I will send someone to escort you to Letania."

"En." The tall figure nodded and turned around dragging the hammer. In its view, such a big man didn't need to deceive a newly famous mercenary for a little effort.

Only the adjutant was half a step behind. Seeing the earl licking his lips, he quickly left without a word of warning to this stupid big man.

Will people be honest with beasts of burden?

..............

As the name suggests, Scar Emporium is a huge ring-shaped building, the structure is like a football field, no, this is a football field that has been used for other purposes.

The surrounding stands were divided into small rooms, and the famous mercenary group could rent one as an office, and the entrance passage was changed into a flea market, with everything from Lateran guns, Colombian ammunition to Milos weapons, except weapons, There are also all kinds of rags, secret medicines to relieve ore disease, and even human heads that the earth-digging party took out, which can be exchanged for money.

The food was inedible, Ceobe was not interested, and Ren was reminded by W's yin and yang aura that everything in it was fake except for the weapons, but he had thousands of pounds all over him, so he had no capital to be deceived.

After walking out of the passage, the open space that should have been a football field was divided into large rooms. Various mercenaries crowded together to chat or discuss business. The buzzing sound was disturbing, and one side was used to broadcast The large screen of the score is scrolling for consultation, and the content is simple.

"Hedley, you came back alive, look, your head is valuable again."

"Otherwise, you lend me your head, and after paying back the money, it will be my daughter's dowry."

The way of saying hello was also strange. Ren suddenly found out why the football field was used as a base. Only these mercenaries were smelly, if the confined space was no different from biochemical weapons.

"Ren, it stinks here." Ceobe complained.

"You don't often don't take a shower." Ren perfunctory, continued to observe the surroundings, and found that the mercenaries had initially contacted their employers, and they would take them back to the small room on the stand to talk in detail.

"Where is our office?"

"The third room in Area E, let's take people up first." Hedley didn't have the heart to chat with a group of potential enemies, so he withdrew from the crowd and led the way in front, while Ren supported Gerardin and followed behind.

After climbing over the fence and going up the dirty stairs, the air finally became fresh. When everyone came to a hut, Ren frowned.

"Is there someone inside??"

He clearly saw a mass of soul fire, and it wasn't Sarkaz's.

"General agents for secret missions will wait in the office." Hedley said a rule, signaled Ren to rest the wounded and sick on the steps outside the door, and opened the door by himself.

The lights inside have been turned on, and Ryan saw a strong man sitting at the door smoking a cigarette through the gap. He was wearing sunglasses, full of beards, and his cuffs were rolled up to reveal his thick forearms. He saw Hedley stamping out the cigarette butts. Stand up slowly.

"You are finally back, I am the agent for this entrustment—" The man's voice was very calm, and he slowly stretched out his right hand.

"Ace."

Chapter 54 I want to find a street lamp to hang you!

The incandescent lamp above the head flickered, illuminating the mottled iron walls around. The small office was already full of all kinds of sundries, but now it is even narrower with six people squeezed in.

Ren didn't even have a stool to sit on, so he pulled Keobe to squat on a wooden box, looking at the rough man curiously.

A reliable fighter.

That's his only impression, being the first member of Ballenta to meet makes him feel good, at least much more comfortable than a twittering bitch, as for the others...

"Ren, aren't you looking for that doctor?" Ceobe poked his head over and chirped, knowing how to plot quietly.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Ren told Shagou to shut up quickly. He really wanted to find a doctor, but the two sides didn't even have any friendship at first sight.

You can’t just go up and ask the doctor if he can cure ore disease. I have a friend who wants you to help. If you don’t help, I will send someone to tie you up.

I'm afraid his head will be smashed by this ACE!

"I thought the Cardinals had only three people to call the shots." ACE's voice was low, as if he had experienced too many vicissitudes.

W was sitting in the corner manicuring his nails with a saber, but when he heard this, he raised his head: "Oh, it's mainly the four of us who make the decisions, and that silly Pello can ignore it."

"Bad woman, you scold me again!" Ceobe, who was happily eating jerky, was shot for no reason, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Hehe, I've only told the truth since I was born."

"But didn't you say yesterday that honest people die the fastest?"

......

W clenched the knife tightly and didn't say another word.

"The Cardinals are quite interesting." A smile appeared on ACE's stern face, and he looked at the embarrassed Hedley, while Ines focused all her attention on other things.

The big white leg suddenly found a natural ally who could drive the bastard W to death.

"Excuse me, what is the mission of the Tower of Babel?" Hedley didn't want to let these rumors spread everywhere, so he simply brought the topic back.

"This is the mission statement." ACE took out a document from his back pocket.

As a large organization, everything seemed formal, and Hedley took it and began to read it slowly, and Ryan leaned over to read it carefully.

It's not a great task, but it's just an ordinary escort, similar to that of Karan Trade, about the Tower of Babel preparing to transport a valuable item into Kazdel, and several mercenary regiments are needed to escort it.

'It's strange, since it is a valuable item, why should it be handed over to the mercenary?No matter how tense Theresia's troops are, she won't be able to draw out even a centurion. '

Ren frowned slightly, and met Hedley's eyes who were also puzzled.

"Your Excellency ACE, the Cardinals can guarantee that they will not fall to Tracys. Other mercenary regiments are not good at all. The guard mission is most afraid of the knife from the companion." Having been a mercenary for many years, Hedley is not a fool.

"This is the doctor's arrangement. A good soldier shouldn't try to figure out the commander's intention." ACE's expression was very serious, and he didn't make any detours:

"So will the Cardinals accept or reject?"

Hedley didn't speak. He first glanced at Ines, who shook his head slightly, and then looked at W. The girl was concentrating on trimming her nails, and finally put them on Ren.

"We can do it, but if the doctor wants to use us as a bait, the cardinal reserves the right to tear up the contract." Ren said directly, he knew it was not simple, it was more like seeing how awesome the doctor was.

"That's our consensus too."

With one vote against and one abstention, Hedley thought for a moment and decided to side with Ren. Now that the Corps is short of people and money, he wants to see Teresia even more.

"Okay, then it's decided like this. I will send a message in three days to inform the assembly coordinates." ACE stood up smartly, and just as he held the shield next to him, he saw a hand stretched out from the side.

"Don't you want to have dinner together? Your Excellency ACE." Ren had a kind smile on his face, and he was thinking about how to get a secret out of this strong man.

The burly man glanced up and down, thinking that this Sarkaz was very strange, mercenaries don't enjoy drinking and talking, one side pays money, the other fights for life, it's fair and reasonable.

"Sorry, I have something to do tonight." ACE picked up the shield, turned around and left, Ren's hand was hanging in the air, and he didn't put it back into his trouser pocket until the door was closed.

"Hehe, this kind of soldier won't follow your tricks. Look, it's really annoying."

Being embarrassed, W laughed beside him.

Ren gave her a blank look, then looked at Hedley: "He has a problem."

"What's the problem?" Hedley, who was packing up the files, looked up with a puzzled face.

"Entrusting missions is usually done by couriers. How could it be possible to send a combatant, and when I said that, he froze for a moment. It was clear that the doctor had explained it."

The office is small and stuffy even in late autumn. After thinking about it for a while, a few people felt that something was wrong. For example, why was the entrusted task notified three days in advance? Are they really afraid that the cardinals will sell them?

"But we can't do anything. It is impossible to follow a member of the Tower of Babel." Ines thought for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence.

"That's right, to be on the safe side, issue an assembly order tonight." Ren made a suggestion. If the doctor can even count this, it would be terrible.

"The brothers in the regiment will hate you to death."

"It's better than being inexplicably dead."

Ren shrugged, so he didn't bother to care so much. Seeing that there was a back room in the office, he signaled that he wanted to go to rest, and Hedley was looking for a doctor with a headache, so he didn't bother to answer.

Ren wanted to find a quiet place to see what special abilities Flame had evolved, and even wanted to check the garbage dump, but just as he held the handle, the corner of his clothes was grabbed again. He turned his head and saw that it was the poor Ceobe.

"Ren, I'm hungry."

"Didn't I just give you bread?"