Baie Island is worthy of the title of "Sea Paradise". In fact, if a person is allowed to go to the island blindfolded, he will definitely think that he has arrived at the most prosperous port city in a certain country. As far as Austin's personal experience in this half-day, Fleming Harbor in the Meletni Kingdom is far inferior to this place.
On Baie Island, there are "decent people" everywhere you look. There are no beggars, no vendors, and no magic sticks. If the pedestrians on the street changed into more everyday clothes, then this place would be a miniature version of the Kingdom of Meletni. The capital is Lancaster.
Biers led Austin into a tavern at the deepest part of Captain Street with familiarity, and then naturally took the number plate and walked into the secret door next to the bar. A place that was temporarily free from the image of "Sea Paradise" appeared in front of Austin.
"Welcome to Black Market No. 81." Biers opened his arms and smiled.
Austin ignored him and just turned his head slightly to look behind Bills.
This is a wide underground space that can accommodate at least four or five August Lions. Hundreds of people are crowded inside, with stalls and counters. The low voices of raising and haggling prices come and go, converging into a low sound that is difficult to hear. , the air is filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol that every pirate is very familiar with.
Austin wrinkled his nose, looked at Beers, and said, "Don't the money-worshiping cults care about this kind of place?"
"Guan, why don't you care? Didn't you hear that it still has a number in its name? It's just that the control is very limited." Biers shrugged indifferently, showing a subtle smile, "The money worshiping cult cannot let people who are used to killing people and stealing goods. In a short period of time, he immediately adapted to so many rules 'outside'. The first thing 80% of people inquired about after arriving on the island was the black market or other similar things, so this gray area came into being, and those guys will definitely feel it here. See the benefits of discipline.”
"So, everyone here is a black marketeer?"
"For those who are coming to the island for the first time, yes." Beers poked Austin Island's shoulder with his index finger, "But now that I am here, you will feel much more relaxed."
"Is this the way you mentioned?" Austin looked at the two people struggling together below and raised his eyebrows.
Biers glanced back, and Nunu said: "Anyway, the person who can pay a high price for this kind of thing must be here."
"But why should I believe you? Maybe you and the guys below are in the same group."
"Hey! Listen to me, man, the auction has ended now. You and I have something in our hands that we are anxious to sell. If you give it to the merchants outside, they may not dare to accept it, but here, many of them want money. People who don’t want their lives.”
Having said this, Bills glanced around him pretending to be wary, approached Austin and whispered: "And the biggest advantage here is that we can make our own decisions."
After that, Biers stopped talking nonsense, greeted Austin, and walked towards the stairs on the left.
He is indeed very well-connected here, and can strike up a conversation with almost every person setting up a stall. Those people all showed hidden smiles when they saw Austin being led by him, and Austin just pretended not to see anything.
Bills kicked away a guy who was knocked over on the counter, cleared the things on the counter with a wave of his hand, and then winked at Austin.
"What do you mean?" Austin took a few steps back pretending to be nervous.
"You're selling something, don't be nervous, kid." Biers chuckled, pulled the necklace off his neck, slapped it on the counter, and then shouted loudly: "I have a magic weapon, please ask me if you are interested. price!"
Biers's voice echoed in this vast underground space, and then was dispersed by the noise. In the end, about a hundred people heard the shout. They whispered and asked about the location of the hawker. Gradually, almost everyone in the audience heard the shout. Everyone knows that Bills has a magic weapon that he wants to take action on.
Countless glances came together, including envy, jealousy, greed, enthusiasm and suspicion. The voices in Black Market No. 81 suddenly became half quiet, and many people fell into silence.
Artifacts are rare, how rare are they? According to the statistics of the Poseidon Church over the years, the probability of obtaining an artifact from a gift is only about 0.1 out of 1,000. Most of the gods' favored people will never be able to obtain an artifact through a gift in their lifetime.
Of course, there are exceptions. The favored person of the God of Craftsmen has a high probability of receiving the blueprint for creating an artifact in the gift. In today's fast-developing world of alchemy technology and divine technology, it is not difficult to create an artifact based on the blueprint.
However, research by the Church of the God of Craftsmen has found that the more artifacts are built based on the same drawing, the weaker the effect of a single piece will be. It will even lose effectiveness directly after exceeding a certain threshold, and this process is irreversible. In addition, even if only one artifact is created, its effectiveness will be weaker than other artifacts directly given by the gift of the righteous god.
Therefore, artifacts are divided into two categories on the market: artifacts given directly by gods and pseudo-artifacts made by mortals based on drawings. The latter can be obtained at a certain price, while the former are often valuable but not marketable.
"Bill, you're not kidding us, are you? A fake artifact?" Someone familiar with Bills stood up and asked, which brought out the feelings of many people.
Biers raised the necklace high, then shook his head, "The genuine artifact, not the poor imitations of mortals, is what I just got."
"You're not going to sell your life-saving treasure, are you?" Many people present knew that Bills had a very powerful artifact on him, which is why they were willing to stand there and ask instead of directly snatching it back for study. .
Biers laughed, then waved his hand violently, and a twisted soul appeared on the counter.
Austin narrowed his eyes slightly. For a moment, he saw that there seemed to be a light flashing on Beers' left index finger, but there was nothing on that finger.
Extracting and restraining souls - this is the most powerful power in Biers' hands. Some people who doubted him shut up after seeing the twisted soul.
Putting away his soul, Beers pointed his left hand to Austin, who was standing aside, and shouted again: "This guy also has an artifact, which will also be sold here."
After saying that, Biers looked at Austin with a smile, and hundreds of eyes containing various emotions also turned around.
Austin suddenly felt a chill, and he had some expectations of Bills' trick.
"Oliver, take out your things. Some of my old friends are here today. I think they are willing to pay a high price for a crystal artifact." Beers continued without lowering his voice. After many people heard the words "crystal artifact", the fire and greed in their eyes almost burst out of their eyes, and some people directly squeezed forward, making Austin have to back away.
Biers looked at Austin, who was at a loss, and the smile on his face became wider. This kid is still a little young. He hopes that Black Market No. 81 can teach him not to trust strangers casually. As for the artifact, just treat it as Tuition is paid. But even though he thought so, he didn't open the champagne halfway. He kept looking at the young man who was gradually surrounded by the crowd. He gently rubbed his index finger with his left thumb, guarding against Oliver deliberately hiding his clumsiness. His acquaintances kept pushing towards Austin, and soon surrounded the young man, and then slowly moved him towards a remote corner of this underground space.
Biers nodded slightly, then raised his hands above his head and began to clap, drawing other people's attention to himself.
"It seems that someone is very interested in what the young man is holding. Don't let others down, why don't you come and take a look at this." Beers pinched the ordinary copper-green oval with his thumb and index finger. The pendant, turned around and showed it to the people gathered from all directions, while also secretly paying attention to the location of those "acquaintances", "Calamara's resentment necklace can add a curse effect to other people, making them continue to be unlucky for a whole day. The side effects are Carriers can become petty, jealous, and resentful.”
"Which god is this gift?" someone asked suspiciously, "I have never heard of any righteous god holding such authority."
"I think it may have something to do with the God of Business. After all, gamblers always like to pray to him for good luck." Beers laughed and made a joke, then his expression turned serious, "To be honest, I don't know what it is. Which god’s gift, when I activated it, I felt the smell of evil and darkness.”
"So it might be a gift from the evil god?" The people around him showed expressions of doubt and fear, and the few people standing next to Biers took a few steps back unconsciously.
"So what? Its price and ability cannot be deceived. Even if it is a gift from the evil god, what impact will it have? I don't believe that you people who make a living on the sea will be afraid of this."
"Stop talking so much, Bill, how much do you plan to sell it for?"
Biers pretended to be deep in thought, and then slowly said after dozens of seconds: "Haha, the ability of this thing is both powerful and useless, so I think it's better for those who really need it to hold the price meeting. better."
The subordinates hiding in the crowd quickly understood. He lowered his head and raised his voice and shouted: "I will offer you 1,500 pirate gold coins. There are always very few artifacts involving fate. It is worth the price."
"I'll pay 1,600. Maybe I can use it as a medium to peek into the door of destiny."
As people in the crowd continued to boo, some people who were wavering slowly changed their minds, and those who had made up their mind to buy it from the beginning were even more enthusiastic.
Listening to the rising bids, Biers finally had the most sincere smile on his face, but it didn't take long for it to freeze on his face: he couldn't find Oliver, and the group of guys threatening him also disappeared!
