"Captain?"

Coming out of the Church of the Goddess of Life, without waiting for the carriage to move, Joyce couldn't help but look at Bazel.

"It's not a big deal, whether it's Elena or you, if you want to control your own destiny, you can only rely on yourself. Bazel said calmly.

"Not a big deal?"

Although going to the Goddess of Life Church this time was not very good, Joyce felt that it would not be easy for him and Elena to leave the church unless they were accompanied by the captain.

"Do you want Elena to go to the Church of the Machines?"

Arrin asked Bazel for help.

"It's the same everywhere if you don't have the strength. ”

Bazel was very frank and did not follow Deacon Stones Kane's style at all.

"Whether it's Old Rupert, or Bennett, or Stones and the Director, it's not strong in the end, but it's just that some low-level secret cultivators want to drill into the camp, and the key is that you are weaker. Bazel's disdainful words made Joyce's mouth open.

"There may be changes in Lunsu City in the future, let's find a way to accumulate strength. Out of Maple Grove Avenue, Bazel stopped the carriage and said to Joyce before going down.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen!"

Arrin looked at Joyce and Elena with a complicated look in her eyes, as if she was also thinking about what she had just heard in the church.

"Where is the Mechanical Holy War hidden?"

Joyce had read the mission file before and had not seen anything like it.

"I just know that the mechanical jihad is hidden near the Quinham Mountains, but with the spread of the Grey Mist Domain in recent years, the remnants have been buried by the Grey Mist Domain. Yarlin's response, which he didn't know very well, reminded Joyce of something.

"Could the Gate of Radiance, when old Rupert was about to enter the Queenham Mountains, have something to do with the mechanical jihad relics?" Joyce was inevitably suspicious.

This time he went to the Church of the Goddess of Life, what Joyce was most afraid of was being tested for the secret qi, although his secret qi was very vague, but he was not sure if he could hide the methods of the Church of the Goddess of Life.

"I'm not going back today, I'm going to take Elena to the Leica clothing store on First Avenue, where the owner knows my size. Joyce thought for a moment.

"Why are you going?"

Elena is both worried and dependent on Joyce.

"I want to go to the underground market. ”

Joyce faked a sinister smile, as if he was going to do something.

"The black market is on Sixth Avenue in the Burjohn district, not far from the Colosseum and the Rose and Sword Fighting Hall. Yarlin explained, with a look on his face.

"Buy more clothes, you don't have to treat yourself badly, it's cold, you need a fur coat too. Joyce smiled at Elena, comfortingly.

"Isn't it nice for me to go back to the office after shopping?" asked Elena inquiringly, hesitatingly.

"There's nothing bad about it, I can rest assured that you follow Teressa. Joyce leaned back in her chair, looking unimpressed.

The carriage drove to the door of the First Avenue Laika clothing store and lowered Elena.

"Joyce, it's not good. ”

Joyce was left alone, Arrin reminded him.

"I don't plant crops for fear of disaster? Elena and I have nothing to worry about, if anyone attacks our idea, I will kill him, but it really can't be done, we can only leave the city of Rensu. Joyce's face was ruthless, not exactly pretending, and if the situation worsened, he would naturally not sit still.

"Working in the military intelligence department is always accompanied by danger, and you may not be able to come back after a mission, think about it!" Although Yarlin sighed, he did not immediately express his position.

"I wonder if you can find a ruthless guy like a roulette machine gun and a shoulder-fired gun in the underground market?" Joyce's anticipation made Arrin look shocked.

"Where is there a place to put heavy firepower!"

Arrin was really afraid that Joyce wouldn't be able to think about it, so she ran to the Church of the Goddess of Life and sudden.

"You forget, I'm also a housekeeper now. The corners of Joyce's mouth turned up, apparently more than just talking.

"It's better to buy heavy firepower in the underground market, and give Cliff some gold coins, and you will be satisfied with what he can come up with, but you have to do it little by little, and don't show any dangerous ideas, preferably in the name of collecting. Yarlin introduced Joyce to a path.

"Cliff? This is really what to eat, he is in charge of the underground arsenal of the MID, so he naturally has a way to do this. Joyce thinks it's almost possible.

The largest gladiatorial arena in Rensu is located on Sixth Avenue in the Berjohn district, and on gladiatorial days, you can see the noisy scene of a market from a distance.

The majestic gladiatorial arena is twenty feet high, and it is a circular building that expands outward, like a giant beast lying on its stomach in the city, and even the sun cannot dispel its heaviness.

"Most of the slave business in Rensu City is concentrated here, except for the area around the gladiatorial arena, there are many underground trading markets here, and they are also quite chaotic, and they are governed by the Military Intelligence Department, the Police Department, the Knights, and the Mechanical Church. Arrin introduced Joyce in the carriage.

When the carriage stopped at Prisoner Street on Sixth Avenue, Arrin had no intention of riding any further, and Joyce paid the coachman four copper buruns.

"In the past, Arnold Anderville's Cape Control controlled a part of the slave trade in the area, but he was mostly involved in the strong gladiatorial slave trade, and rarely involved female slaves. Arrin looked at the stone buildings on both sides of the street, and finally settled on a stone house.

"As long as it is not a sick brain, no one will tie up a noble lady for the slave trade. Joyce guessed that the stone house might be where the Cape Corner Society was located.

"I've taken a fancy to the Cape Trading Company, and there are two other places on the edge of the gladiatorial arena. Yarlin smiled and expressed his attitude.

"You want to be a slave business?"

Joyce still admired Yarlin's business acumen and asked curiously.

"The simple slave trade is becoming less and less effective, and organizing gambling fights and slave teams is the way to go. Arrin shook his head.

"Joyce, your house on Herb Street needs to be decorated by hand, have you ever considered buying a slave?" suggested Arrin.

"I'd rather find a housekeeper with some qualifications, or a steward who knows how to take herbs. "Joyce is more of a professional to consider.

"Since you're here, why don't you take a look around here, there are more underground markets on Blacksmith Street and Yinshui Street, let's go over later." Arrin said to Joyce with a smile.

"Two gentlemen, come and buy slaves? The triangular-eyed shopkeeper on the side of the street called to Joyce and Arrin as they wandered.

"How do you sell this?"

Instead of answering the triangular man, Joyce walked over to an old woman's stall selling masks.

"One copper Brun?"

The old woman didn't speak very well, and she was skinny and skinny.

"It's not cheap!"

Joyce secretly sighed in her heart that a vulnerable group like an old woman would not be able to return to her even if she earned money.

Pulling out three copper buruns, Joyce bought three gauze masks and handed one to Arlin.

It wasn't that Joyce didn't mind the environment of the slave trading place, he just didn't feel comfortable visiting the slave market with such a big thorn.

"Your Excellencies, our slaves here are healthy, strong, and beautiful, and they can make slave contracts. A long-faced woman standing at the door of the stone house saw Joyce and Yarlin wearing masks, and hurriedly summoned to them.

Although the triangular-eyed man and the long-faced woman were each soliciting business, they were both in front of their own doors, and neither of them dared to approach Joyce and Arlin.

"It's a good job of proportion. ”

Joyce didn't say anything, he mostly followed Yarlin.

"Let's go in and have a look. ”

Faced with the call of the long-faced woman, Arrin stepped into the stone house.

Although the stone house is not very large, it contains four cells and stone steps leading to the ground.

"The hygiene is not bad, and the slaves look quite clean. Arrin said to Joyce with a mask.

Hearing Yarlin's attention to detail, Joyce agreed.

"Dirty slaves, I'm afraid they don't have a price, high-grade slaves, details are very important. Joyce thought to himself that the slaves in the four cells in the stone house should be the best that this slave shop could get their hands on.

"How about this little beauty, Lunsu local, just came to ...... two days ago" The long-faced woman had just pointed to an elderly girl in the corner of the cage, and Joyce turned around as if she was in a hurry.

"Joyce, your mental endurance is a little weak. He followed Joyce out of the slave shop, and Jarrin laughed when he walked away.

In fact, some time ago, Joyce's performance was completely unexpected by Yarlin, and even broke his cognition.

It is only today that Jarrin feels that Joyce resembles a person, nay, like a student who has just graduated from the archaeology department of Taya University.

"If it's not necessary, I don't want to come to such a place in the future, it's not a weak mental capacity, I just don't want to increase negative emotions. Joyce slowed down, took a secret breath, and then said to Arling.

"I'm glad you didn't get carried away and bought that girl, you can look down on the system in the world, but you can't change anything, in the end, we are just poor worms in the system. Arrin was sure that Joyce had left because she saw a young girl.

"Yes, summoned by the Church of the Goddess of Life, I can't protect myself now!" Joyce said weakly.

In Joyce's mind, generals were based on the cost of the lives of those below in order to win battles, and it was impossible for municipal officials and councillors to abolish slavery for the sake of revenue.

Few people see poor children begging on the streets, and they will bring them home, and this is the reality of the world.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the War Deposit Workshop to have a look, it's not bad there, if you don't have a bad taste, a girl is useless. Just as Joyce's steps were nearly at a standstill, Arrin grabbed his arm and strode forward.

Approaching the middle of Prisoner Street, Joyce saw a building that was larger than Cape Force.