Lord of the Silver Crow

The western urban area after night came, and the appearance was quite gloomy.

This place where the workers in the mining area originally lived has now been degraded due to the gradual migration of the population.

The gas lamps have also been dismantled because the municipal government did not pay for maintenance, and only a few gas lamp posts were left.

Here, it's basically pitch black, and no one knows what is in each dark corner, and they dare not walk around.

This is the place where many solitary and small organizations of extraordinary people gather in Wawe City.

A man, wearing a black robe with a hood, went around a few roads, entered an alley, and walked into a dilapidated-looking house that was similar to the surrounding houses.

And dozens of meters away from this old house, a pair of eyes were watching the man who had stopped outside the dilapidated house.

Tuk tuk ——

Tuk tuk

Tuk tuk ——

Three, two, three knocks sounded continuously.

The agreement code, which will be changed every time, sounds accurately, which means that it is an acquaintance and acquaintance.

He gestured to the direction of the other house, and then, out of the other house, a person who was also wrapped in a black robe walked out.

The other party walked to the black robe man who turned his back to the door, and took a look at the other party's outfit.

The common black robe, with a mask on his face, conceals the characteristics in all directions.

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

These uninhabited abandoned houses are their best place to trade.

Soon, the black-robed man was taken to an abandoned room and came to a simple and dilapidated table. The black-robed man who appeared after that walked to the inside and said with a specially changed voice:

"What are you going to buy? Or sell?"

black market.

Here is the black market.

Also called Black Street.

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

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

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

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

Some shameful things, if you want to trade, you have to use alternative means.

Otherwise, it might as well go to the Unable Zone to trade.

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

The black-robed man who came to the black street, or Yago, said solemnly:

"Sell."

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

After roughly describing the value as a "sequence 8 mystery", Yago heard the opposite person and said again:

"Direct sale or auction?"

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

Although this black street is nominally a gathering place for small organizations and individual extraordinary people, in fact, there may be some people from hidden organizations with great influence.

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

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

Just like betting on a lottery, the things that both parties trade are all black boxes, just approximate parity, and I don’t know what’s inside.

It is possible to get what you want, or you may get what you don't want.

What is playing is the heartbeat.

People with small hearts would rather go to the unreachable or even find the church to trade these things that are not well-established than this way.

However, many people like this tune.

"Direct sales, I want the thorn bird and the fountain of resentment."

The unique black market trading method formed by the great Westland Steam Church, Yago already knew about it in Dutri.

Yago said two materials.

Hearing that, the person on the other side didn't say anything, just nodded:

"Set a place, after tomorrow evening."

"Hege Plaza."

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

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

"who is it?"

"do not know."

The person in charge of the transaction shook his head:

"A breath that hasn't been recorded."

"No record? Foreign?" Hearing this, the man couldn't help frowning.

There seems to be a lot of recent events, and it's the violent legion and the Lantern Brotherhood.

Wawe hasn't been peaceful lately.

"Don't worry about so many, it's shameless anyway."

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

"Don't be disguised by the people of the church."

This transaction method is safe and secure, but it also has drawbacks——

People from the church may also come in.

.......

The next day, after the sun went down.

Yago watched the note he had left on the bench being picked up, looked at the bag left on the bench, pressed his hat slightly, and copied the face of a passerby with the ability of a thousand-faced man, and walked away. After going over, he picked up the bag, and then immediately walked into the alley, entered another street, and reproduced the appearance of others with the ability of a thousand-faced person, changing his appearance and body shape.

In another location, a man holding a note took another bag, left the place, and found the contents inside.

With some traces of burnt black...Molten metal?

Fire?

As if thinking of something, the man couldn't help but raised his brow:

"Is Sir Moga that fire? Moga is an extraordinary?"

After a few glances 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 found out what he had obtained.

Feathers, and black liquid.

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

But... the feather, which is the feather of the thorn bird, is obviously the feather of the dead bird.

Yago's mouth twitched, and sure enough, this kind of transaction without supervision and judgment is not reliable at all, so it is better to go to the inability to trade.

But... pit each other.

The things he used for trading were probably the things that the Broken Gear team left 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 retracted the feathers of the dead bird and the fountain of resentment.

He originally wanted to experiment to see if this so-called black market could make a profit.

Sure enough, nothing good.

Changing his face again, Yago moved towards several exchanges he knew, more or less with a background of church forces.

......

Blocking is worse than sparse. No one will not know this truth. Instead of driving all Extraordinary to impossible to take, it is better to make the official end of the market to set the rules of the transaction.

Extraordinary and mysterious objects that come from the right way can be directly traded with dealers controlled or endorsed by the church.

Yago has also seen the official end of the game as a black market businessman.

There are many in Longfellow's memory.

The exchange that Yago found as "Guost" looked like an ordinary shop.

Raising his eyebrows, Yago entered.