morning.
After sending away Ford Holmes, the God of Wealth, Knock divided the one hundred and fifty gold coins into two parts.
A bag containing one hundred coins should be placed on the body, and a bag containing fifty coins should be placed in the secret compartment of the dormitory.
Originally, Lilian was in charge of the family's accounts, and the money left over from Nok's daily purchases of medicines would be given to Lilian for safekeeping, so that she could buy ingredients for the whole family.
But the gold coins were too valuable to the children of the monastery.
If the gold coins were given to Lilian for safekeeping, it would not be wealth but danger to Lilian.
This is no different than a childish person spending money in a busy city.
Although Nok didn't know this sentence, he understood the truth.
He put on his morning clothes, took the bag with the materials, said hello to Lillian who was preparing lunch, and went out.
Taking advantage of the sparsely populated streets at noon, Nok passed through the civilian areas in the west of the city and arrived at the slums in the southwest of the city.
Then he walked into a small courtyard where someone was standing guard, then walked into the only room with an open door in the small courtyard and disappeared inside.
After a feeling of weightlessness, a loud noise came to my ears.
Nok is already in the black market.
It turns out that the black market is not in the slums, but one of the entrances to the black market is in the slums.
Of course, there is more than one entrance to the black market, but the entrance to the slums is most suitable for people like Nok who have no background and need to hide their identities.
After all, when the time comes to get out of the black market and go into the civilian area in the west of the city, no one will be found.
Or those people who do business by any means can hide in the slums by finding a house at random and occupying the magpie's nest.
Either bribery or massacre, there is always a way.
Hiding his appearance under his cloak, Nok hurriedly walked out of the teleportation array.
There is no fee to enter the black market.
But you need to pay a fee when you leave.
This is the genius of the black market.
Don’t worry if you don’t have money to come in, as long as you make money in the black market, you can always pay the fee.
But if you don't make any money, you can't leave when the black market closes.
Sorry, if you are capable, you can only work for the black market.
Those who have no strength are knocked unconscious by black market thugs and then sold as slaves to other places.
Therefore, every time Nok comes to the black market, he has calculated the value of his materials.
In case the materials cannot be sold before the market is closed, the materials can also be used to offset the "ticket fee".
Fortunately, the black market closes once a week. This time is enough for most people who have goods to earn enough "ticket fees."
With today's materials in hand, Nok went straight to the stall of his regular customer Ariadotos.
Ariadotus is a minotaur, a type of beast-man, a demi-human.
However, the relationship between orcs and humans is not good. In order to compete for survival areas, countless wars have broken out between the two races.
But in the black market, no one dares to use force.
Because the black market is not the black market of a certain city, but the black market of the entire continent.
The entrance to the black market can be found in any city on the mainland. Some entrances are very hidden, and some entrances are so open that a sign indicates that they are the entrance to the black market.
The black market is so blatant and emboldened.
Because the area where the black market is located is a small abandoned world, commonly known as subspace.
This is a small world independent of the main world.
The fact that the black market forces can occupy this place is enough to show how strong their power background is.
Walking quickly in the black market, Nok familiarly found the street he was going to.
The black market is huge. Nok has never measured how big it is.
But it is said that a person from the Far North Kingdom of the mainland once got lost in the black market for three days. After finally finding an exit and paying the fee, he ended up in a city in a hostile country in the middle of the continent.
Then, the unlucky guy became a prisoner of the enemy country and was bought by the enemy nobles as a slave.
Therefore, no one dares to run around in the black market without enough confidence, let alone teleport out from an unknown exit.
Of course, the black market actually sells black market area maps.
only……
That thing is so expensive that only boring nobles who are here to learn more will buy it.
After walking through a noisy small street of shops and rejecting a large group of stall owners seeking customers, Nok finally saw his destination.
Black market Asian commercial street.
It is said to be a commercial street, but in fact it is full of street stalls.
Because there are many races of demi-humans, they have different body types, and some have very hot tempers.
Even with the deterrence of the black market, sometimes I still get angry because I am not satisfied with the transaction.
Therefore, for the sake of the stability of the black market, Asians are generally not allowed to buy black market shops and can only set up street stalls in the areas specified by the black market.
Only a few demi-humans can own stores on the black market.
For example, the Fairy Chamber of Commerce, which is famous in the mainland, is such a special case.
As mentioned earlier, the high-end nutritional medicine that Nok needs is a product unique to the Fairy Chamber of Commerce.
However, Nok's main goal now is to complete the deal with Ariadotos, the minotaur, and to get information about the monster described by Mr. Holmes.
Walking into the Yaren Commercial Street, some unfriendly eyes fell on Nok.
But Knock didn't care.
Humans are the masters of the continent. The demihumans are either attached to the territories of human nobles or driven into the deep mountains and forests by humans.
A little hatred cannot change Nok's pride as a human being.
Even if Nok fired map cannons here to taunt these demi-humans, these demi-humans would not dare to attack him.
Unless Nok takes action himself, the priority of the black market is to protect human beings.
Hey, it’s just so unreasonable to treat them differently.
Who told the legend that the force behind the black market is a human force!
Therefore, in the demihuman commercial street, you can hear human customers and demihuman bosses slandering and abusing each other everywhere while conducting transactions.
As long as you don't quarrel, the black market doesn't care.
Humans can still dislike each other, let alone demihumans and humans, two races that may be at war with each other.
"Hi, dear Tauren, is your grassland green today?"
Following the noise around him, Nok came to an empty stall and greeted enthusiastically the tauren behind the stall who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and dozing off.
The tauren's palm-sized ox ears trembled, and he recognized who it was from the voice without even opening his eyes.
After all, in the past year, the only person who could curse people in such a weird and sinister manner was that human brat who liked to hide his head and show his tail.
"Hey, you black-hearted brat, you haven't let the monsters kill you yet. Your gods must all be in nightmares."
Listening to Ariadotte's sarcastic reply, Nok curled his lips and untied the bag from his waist while retaliating with his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, they say that tauren are honest and honest, but you are so mean and mean, your beast god never thought of cleaning up the family?"
"Hmph, even if the Beast God knew about it, he would kill you with the first axe. It was you who led his loyal followers to evil."
The two laughed at each other familiarly, but continued the transaction skillfully.
Nok threw the bag he brought in front of Ariadotte, still talking rubbish to ridicule the Minotaur.
Niutoushan's mouthful of blood never stopped. No matter whether he was short of words or not, his momentum could not be weakened.
This is what he learned from Knock this year.
The loser does not lose the formation!
Ariadoto skillfully opened the bag and looked through the materials inside.
The tauren stared at his copper bell-sized eyes and complained dissatisfiedly: "It's all the ashes of the night owl. This kind of stuff can only be used to make low-level ointments, and the effect is not very good. If this continues, there is no need for a shaman. Give the order and I will be able to make the decision to end the deal with you."
Nok didn't care about the other party's threat: "Okay, okay. Stop pretending. You tauren are not the only ones who have demand for this kind of thing. At worst, I will sell it to goblin merchants. They like to use the ashes of night owls as snuff. The price is sure It won't be lower than what you pay.
If I hadn't been used to making deals with you, a dirty tauren, do you think you could get a bargain here and still behave? "
Nok's words made the tauren's eyes turn red, and even his breathing became a little heavy.
This damn human brat is so merciless.
If this was not a black market, Ariadoto would have let this kid see the Minotaur's fist!
The tauren threw his pocket behind him in disgust: "Huh, you cunning humans know how to quibble. Forget it this time. If you don't bring some useful materials next time, then you can sell it to others. I won't accept it anyway."
Nok raised the corner of his mouth and shouted proudly: "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense and give me money."
The minotaur took out a handful of silver coins from the pocket on his waist, counted a handful and threw them into another bag, and handed them to Nok.
"No, eighteen silver coins."
Nok's hand that took the money bag suddenly paused, and then he exclaimed: "You black-hearted minotaur, did you go out and eat the devil's heart today? Otherwise, how could you dare to be so black!
My materials are the best. Although they are low-grade, they are also materials that use the purest power of holy light to wash away impurities. That is the best of low-grade materials!
Not to mention the highest selling price of 25 silver coins, it is still worth 20 silver coins! You actually deducted two silver coins from me and only gave me eighteen! Your conscience won’t hurt! "
Nok's words immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.
The demi-humans naturally began to speak for the tauren, but the humans also took the opportunity to stand on Nok's side.
The two sides started to quarrel.
A dirty goblin opened his mouth and said: "Bullshit top-grade materials, low-grade materials are low-grade materials, and even top-grade materials are low-grade goods. Eighteen silver coins are for the tauren's honesty. If it were me, I would pay up to fifteen silver coins!"
As soon as the goblin finished speaking, a human interrupted with dissatisfaction.
"Ha! You dirty goblins really dare to say that. I ask you to tell me this. You goblins are so dirty, and the essence you sell must also be smelly. How can a lowly goblin make essence and dare to sell it for five silver coins a bottle? , I think one silver coin is too much!"
"You fart!"
"You're the one farting!"
Similar scenes abound.
All in all, because of Nok's words, the entire Yaren Commercial Street suddenly became lively.
Humans and demihumans began to quarrel, and there was a strong tendency for a group fight.
However, the guards in the black market have long been used to it and don't care at all.
This kind of scene does not happen every day, but it always happens every now and then.
When they get tired of arguing, they will still buy what should be bought and sell what should be sold, without affecting the transaction results at all.
When Nok saw that there was a commotion around them and no one was paying attention to them, he gave Ariadotte a wink, quickly took out a roll of cloth from his arms and threw it into the Minotaur's arms.
"Hurry up and help me find out which demihuman race this guy belongs to."
