About half an hour later, Moriarty, White, and Thomson left the Black Knives' arsenal.

"Thomson, here's your commission. Thank you for your attentive service tonight, and now, you can go back and rest early. Arriving in a secluded corner, Moriarty took out a cashier's note of Casillas worth a hundred gold coins and handed it to the clerk.

"Ah, thank you, sir, but—" Thomson instinctively reached out to take the promissory note, but suddenly forcibly held back: "According to the agreement, the commission you pay me should be ten percent of the price of that 'goods'." But just now, the Black Knife Boss only received one kingdom gold from you. So, I..."

Looking at Thomson's intertwined eyes of heat and struggle, Moriarty smiled slightly: "Please take it, that's the reward you deserve." At least, I've already spent a thousand gold coins with Lame Jack, haven't I? ”

"Ou! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, generous and noble sir. Thomson let out a long exhale, whispering excitedly, and happily accepting the commission.

"See you tomorrow, then. I hope that the black tea and mint leaves I ordered can be delivered on time. Moriarty waved his hand and finally said.

"Of course, sir! Of course! I'll go back to the White Cloud Township to prepare now, and I will definitely guarantee that your goods will be delivered before eight o'clock. Thomson immediately said loudly.

"Good night, then. Be careful on the road. Moriarty nodded.

"Good night, sir." Thomson bowed deeply and walked away alone.

When Thomson's slightly excited back turned around the corner and disappeared, Moriarty and White looked at each other and smiled. This is now the end of the mission to the black market tonight, and now it's time for free time.

"Shall we go back to the post station to rest? Or just take a stroll around here? White said.

"What time is it?" Moriarty asked.

"It's about eleven o'clock." White didn't carry a timekeeping tool like a pocket watch, but his keen biological clock could roughly tell the time.

"Thomson had said that Fortfortforts would have a curfew at three a.m., so we had four hours or so." Moriarty thought for a moment and looked at White, "Let's go, let's go back to the Black Knife." ”

"Go back?" White was stunned.

"Hehe, yes. I think the big bald man is good, and I was a little embarrassed to take advantage of him just now, so I wanted to invite him out for a drink. Moriarty smiled and explained, "What do you think? ”

"You're right. A rare five-barrel arm crossbow with twenty tungsten steel bolts on it, but it only takes you one gold coin. Hehe, that guy really gave you a big discount. White also smiled, glanced at Moriati's slightly bulging left arm sleeve, and said.

"Let's go, then." Moriarty also smiled.

The two of them turned around and went back to the shop of the black knife.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to see you two again after such a while." When he saw Moriarty and White reappear in front of him, Black Knife immediately laughed, and touched his big bald head: "What, there are still things you want to buy?" But first, this time there is no bargain like the previous one. At least let Lao Tzu earn back, haha! ”

"Let you get back to your roots? Of course, this is no problem. Moriarty smiled, "But at the moment, I don't have anything I want to buy from you." So, I'm going to invite you to drink directly. How's that, are you free? ”

"Drinking? Haha, boy, you fell into the palm of my hand. Black Knife burst out laughing, as if he had heard the best news in the world: "Go!" Look how I clean up on your little rookie at the wine table. Without even tearing off the dirty blacksmith's suit, the black knife stepped forward and grabbed Moriarty's arm and walked out. …,

"Where's your 'arsenal', you don't have to find someone else to watch?" Moriarty asked, staggering directly.

"Hehe, don't worry, just these rags here, no one wants them if they are given away." Black Knife didn't care at all.

"?" White on the side was full of black lines.

It's these, but just now I really knocked that female werewolf a lot of money. But then again, the quality of the goods here in the black knife, whether it is weapons or armor, is nothing to say, and it can definitely be regarded as a first-class product. And in the ordinary weapons shop outside, those barbarians would never be able to buy the same thing even if they cost twice as much. Because no ordinary merchant of the kingdom dared to sell weapons to Krulrod in such large quantities, it was treason.

'Which bar are we going to?' 'Flamingo' is good, the girls there will definitely make you dizzy, 'Pumpkin Car' is fine, you haven't drunk Golden Ale in two days, it's weird, or you can just kill the 'Bell and the Cat', which is one of the few taverns in the fortress that dares to stay open all night. Haha, which one to choose? Boy, your wallet is going to suffer! As if suddenly entering a certain state, the black knife screamed as he pulled Moriarty and strode outside.

"How's Roland's Bar? I like it there. White, who was close behind, couldn't help but say.

"Roland?" Hearing this name, the black knife's footsteps paused for no reason, but immediately returned to normal, and then asked, "It's a notoriously expensive place, have you been there?" ”

"Hehe, Morty and I just came out of there three hours ago. But you're right, a cup of 'Sunset' costs 500 gold coins, and the knife is even more ruthless than you. Obviously, White has a very deep memory of that cup of "sunset", and he can't help but complain about it to this day.

"You've got sunset?" The black knife stopped abruptly and looked at White with a strange look on his face, as if he didn't believe it, but also as if he thought it was incredible.

"It's not me, it's Morty." White didn't notice the change in the bald head's expression, just shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Moriarty, "I can't tell you a joke." ”

"That's right—" Black Knife nodded, and continued to stride out, but let go of Moriarty's hand.

"You say, Pagris took you five hundred gold coins?" After only a few steps, the black knife stopped as if he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to stare at Moriarty and asked.

"Yes." Moriarty smiled faintly, "Pugris rejected my drink and wanted to save it for the next one." ”

"What's next?" Black Knife frowned.

"A real 'afterglow'." As he spoke, Moriarty's mind flashed with the image of the red-haired singer leaning against the bar and drinking silently.

"I see." Black Knife looked at Moriarty and laughed slowly, laughing happily.

"What's so funny about this?" White looked at the even stranger black knife with some strange eyes.

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense. I decided, and went to the 'old wooden house'! That's where good friends drink. As if he had suddenly made up his mind, the black knife grabbed Moriarty's arm again, laughed and continued to stride.

Because of the black knife, the head snake of the earth, there is no need for Moriarty and the others to make a roundabout way through the complicated and indistinguishable prison corridors. After passing through a few small and rather hidden paths, Black Knife led Moriarty and White to a small sunken square.

The appearance of a plaza in the interior of an old abandoned prison has to be said to be a very strange thing. What is even more peculiar is that in the center of the small square of Moriati Tong Guò, I was surprised to find that in the zenith part of the square there was a large circular openwork skylight, from which you could even directly see the stars shining in the night sky. Around the square, there are still many mutilated huge statues. The statues seem to have been subjected to external aggression by Yan Zòng, and almost all of them have been decapitated, and many have been pushed to the ground and reduced to broken pieces. …,

"Doesn't that seem strange?" Black Knife said as he walked forward as he glanced at Moriarty's face.

"Yes." Moriarty glanced around quickly and nodded, "Dark claustrophobia, but with a little light of freedom. The existence of this small square is really a bit abrupt, for the prison of the past. ”

"Light in the dark?" The black knife smiled inexplicably, with some inexplicable self-deprecation.

"It's hard to imagine the feelings of the prisoners of the past as they walked through this square." Standing directly below the center of the plaza's skydome, Moriarty looked up at the starry sky above him.

"Oh? So what do you think they will be in? Perhaps because of the reflection of the small square, the voice of the black knife sounded very low, even echoing.

"In hell, look to heaven." Moriarty lowered his head and sighed silently.

"'Looking up to heaven in hell'? Hehe, I have to say, you kid is really good at thinking about things. Black Knife's majestic chest rose and fell slightly, and he shook his head: "However, maybe the so-called hell was once heaven?" ”

"Hell is heaven?" Moriarty turned to look at Black Knife's hard, iron-like face, and his brows tightened.

"Forget it, let's go. It doesn't matter if it's heaven or hell, none of this has anything to do with you. Wine is still waiting for us. After staring at Moriarty for a moment, Black Knife shrugged and walked forward.

Looking at the dark back of the black knife, Moriarty's brow slowly expanded again, but his gaze involuntarily moved to the broken statues in the distance.

In the hazy moonlight, the unusually tall headless and broken-winged statues stood silently. Perhaps in the distant past, these statues were once majestic and even worshipped by countless people, but now all that remains is the remains of near-ruins.

"What's wrong?" At this time, White, who was on the side, asked softly.

Moriarty retracted his gaze and shook his head, "Let's go." Then he followed with White.

Shortly after the three of them crossed the small square and walked into a dimly lit corridor across the square, White, who was walking at the front of the black knife and the tail of the line, suddenly stopped one after the other, and at the same time became on high alert. The only difference is that White covered Moriarty behind him at the first time, while the black knife completely blocked the entire corridor like an iron wall.

"It smells of blood."

The black knife half-narrowed his eyes, and his thick nose raised slightly,