What a fine... fake!
The agent narrowed his eyes and smiled dangerously.
He kept adding names to the assassination list in his mind.
This was a plot against him. The Hundred Items Rack... or the black market in the North, was full of open and secret struggles. If this batch of goods was sent to the auction house, it would affect the business in the next few winters.
The agent took a deep breath, took out the silver bottle, and applied the secret medicine on his upper lip.
When he turned around, there was no murderous intent in his eyes, but deep and awe, as if there was a sense of identification with "fellow travelers".
"Let me get to know you again. Hello, my name is Stephen Kelly."
Kane didn't know the other party's psychological process.
But just now, he saw the steaming black flames and the scarlet ghost eyes through the gray vision.
[Character: Stephen Kelly]
[Attitude: Cautious, curious]
[Identity: Black Market Leader]
[A shrewd blood descendant, a very dangerous guy, proud and conceited, often uses hypocritical flattery to deceive strangers. ]
Stephen raised his slender right hand and snapped his fingers.
The docile black-skinned maid appeared again at the right time, respectfully presented a black wooden box, and she opened the buckle - a gold coin slept in the middle of the soft silk.
"Thank you for your advice, or rather, your insignificant little favor saved our Chamber of Commerce..."
Stephen bowed.
He put on his horned hat and walked towards the most luxurious carriage in the lead.
[Reputation: +50]
[Increase in black market popularity. ]
Ken held the gold coin between his fingertips.
[Item: Blood Seal Gold Coin]
[Description: In the black market, you can use it to issue a bounty, buy expensive goods, or someone's head. ]
The carriage stopped in front of him, and the curtains with expensive fabrics were lifted.
Stephen's face was hidden in the darkness, his pupils were coated with a circle of red. This angle of elevation was obviously designed so that the people in the carriage could always look down when talking. With the blessing of light and shadow effects, he showed a noble and mysterious temperament.
"You came to our tavern yesterday. There were two children. Hmm, they seemed to be brothers and sisters?"
Stephen thought and said, and it really caught Ken's attention.
He smiled, closed the curtains, and casually added:
"Now only the sister is left. The little girl is hiding in the alley of the Qifeng Restaurant. The vulgar wild men can't hear the lady's crying..."
The carriage drove out of the narrow alley, and the full truck followed closely.
[Task: Orphan]
[Progress: 3H remaining]
[Description: The girl named "Lili" is crying, and she knows where the traffickers have gone. ]
Time is running out.
Ken held the steel sword in his hand and strode out. The sound of his boots was very crisp, waking up the riders who were immersed in the joy of making a fortune.
The workshop manager leaned on the door panel to wipe his sweat.
The pottery jar in his hand shook out water ripples, and he saw a gentleman in black armor riding away, followed by several fierce and powerful wolves.
The apprentices poked their heads out and saw the unloaded frames and cargo boxes.
"Hiss, he's in a hurry. Hey, go and take some people to the back alley and wait for the gentleman to come back to get it. The furnace owner's guests must be treated well."
The manager pulled off the towel and kicked the apprentice next to him.
...
The streets were still bustling in the afternoon.
The sound of horse hooves came from far away, and exclamations came one after another.
The streets were full of old hands who had been trained on the mainland for many years and were familiar with various emergency situations, so they avoided each other and did not cause any casualties.
Wild beast mounts are not rare.
The streets of Oshua are very wide. After all, there is space reserved for giant beasts like [Da Ke] to walk. There are also special places for flying monsters and flexible beasts to rest and feed.
The corner of the commercial street.
The strange bird standing on the roof was startled, and the doorplate connected by the iron chain was shaking "Ya Ya Ya". On the wooden board, "Desolate Wind" and "Food" were written in Uma language.
It was broken and old, and the lower half was putty.
There was a neighing in the stable.
The beasts and monsters were restless.
The boxers in the center of the restaurant were still fighting, shouting and cheering one after another, and the broken pieces of tableware were thrown all over the ground...
Ken reined in his horse at the door.
He turned over and left, walking straight into the back alley.
The military boots stepped on the soft and muddy land, crossed the dirty ditch, and found the place where expired food was piled among all kinds of strange garbage.
[Simple Shelter]
Ken's eyes flashed a little, and he lifted the partition with one hand to expose the hidden space.
What he saw was a dug pit that could barely shelter him from the wind and rain. Among the few foods, there were some unfinished military ration cakes. On the "bed" of torn cotton cloth, there huddled a little girl with tearful eyes, but she dared not cry out loud.
[Lonely orphan]
[Attitude: sad and helpless]
"Lili, remember me?"
Ken called out the name mentioned in the note, and what flashed through his mind was her holding her brother's hand and walking on the bustling street.
Kuima and his men had just arrived, pacing in front of the store with Feilang.
The drunken gambler was lying on the window sill and shouting, the frightened passers-by were cursing angrily, and the mercenaries and gangsters with bad intentions were looking at him sideways.
In front of him was only the horse left by Zhan Jing.
After a while, Ken came out from the side.
He took off his cloak and wrapped the girl, hugged her in his arms, then mounted the horse with one hand and led the team to the outside of the village.
"Has your brother been taken away by the adults in Nanjiang?"
The girl nodded.
It turns out that Lili is a mute. No wonder I haven't heard her voice before.
"Don't be afraid. You must know where those people went. You must learn to be brave. Point out the direction. We will go to pick up your brother."
Ken was not particularly gentle.
He just tried to slow down his speech and spoke softly and clearly.
Lili freed his hand from the black cloak and slowly aimed at another gate of the village.
The team split into two groups. One wolf rider returned to the camp to gather troops and then rushed over. After all, the other party was a slave trader, and there would always be some sinister and vicious means.
Ken frowned and said nothing.
He allocated experience points to [Riding] and continuously improved the speed of the warhorse.
Since the task has a countdown, it means that time is urgent. Either the other party will be lost, or the child may die...
Quima has inquired:
Many powerful people in the southern countries will buy children from the North to activate the talents in their blood and cultivate warriors who are loyal to their families.
Some evil prayers or sacrifice magic also require children as consumables.
[Rumor: "The Old Testament of Palotusbi"]
[The North War Banner signed an oath that war orphans are not allowed to be taken out of the Everfreeze Wall. ]
Countless years have passed, and the ancient covenant has been forgotten. In the years of chaos in the North, moral standards have continued to blur, and the gray industry is still driven by interests.
Barbaric Palotusbi.
No one will agree with the existence of this trade, and no one will take the initiative to stand up and oppose it.
Who is not struggling to get by every day?
The harshness of fate has never been treated differently because of age and identity. In a sense, this is fair-every life must be tempered.
Ken kept asking himself:
Why was he angry? Why did he meddle in other people's business?
He suddenly thought of [Mag Lelpota].
The female scholar known as the "Nolin Tulip".
She was of noble birth, but she took the initiative to help refugees and asked Ken to save her teacher with precious materials.
"Human nature is not noble."
"I am both selfish and pleasing to my conscience."