"I know that such a request can be a bit difficult for you. Well, if you can help me close the deal, I'll pay you an additional 10% personal commission based on the price of the crossbow. What do you think? Seeing that the clerk who stopped in front of him was a little sweaty, but still looked like he wanted to say something, Moriarty said "compassionately".

"It's... All right! As if having finally made up his mind, Thomson nodded heavily, stepped forward to Moriarty, and said, "Sir, I wonder if you are free tonight, but I know of a place that may meet your needs." ”

"Tonight... Yes, I'm available. Moriarty looked into the clerk's eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

"So, at nine o'clock in the evening, meet at Roland's Bar, is it okay? The bar is just outside the market and shouldn't be hard to find. Thomson quickly agreed on a time and place.

"Nine o'clock, Roland Bar, no problem." Moriarty repeated it, and when he saw that the other party had no objections, he smiled and said hello to leave the "Land of White Clouds".

"Sir, please wait a moment." Suddenly, the clerk stopped the two again.

"Anything else?"

"The 'Ford Night Market' I'm going to tonight is quite 'special', so please keep it a secret and don't mention it to the fourth person. Besides, the asking price of the stuff is usually higher, so..."Thomson carefully added "Precautions".

"Understood, I'll prepare for it beforehand." With that, Moriarty and White walked out of the store together.

Outside, it was already nearly evening, and the business in the torch bazaar was getting more and more lively. Some of the merchants who entered the fort in the early afternoon also took advantage of the evening market to crowd into the market one by one, buying or selling land to start business.

"Do you think that Thomson 'place' is credible?" Slowly weaving through the flow of people, White took the initiative to walk in front of Moriarty, shielding him from time to time from the crowd that was crowding in.

"Baiyunzhixiang is one of the most creditworthy shops in Fort Ford, so they shouldn't have a big problem with the clerks they use." Moriarty leisurely looked at the dazzling array of goods on both sides of the street, and said, "As for tonight's 'Ford Night Market', I guess it's mostly a black market or something like an underground auction house, and maybe it has some hidden connection with the fortress official." ”

"You mean the black market run by the Legion?" White turned his head and looked at Moriarty in surprise and whispered.

"Incredible, isn't it?" Moriarty calmly pointed ahead and motioned for him to move on, while saying, "However, without the privilege and protection of the Legion Higher-Ups or some of the Legion's high-ranking Legion, there is no room for the black market to survive in the fortress at all. ”

"What the hell, don't these soldiers have a sense of responsibility and honor?" White finally couldn't help it and cursed in a low voice.

"That's the way things are. You know, not all military personnel are like you, or Lawrence. Moriarty shook her head slightly.

In fact, there are some things that Moriarty still has in his heart and has not spoken. Moriarty's knowledge and awareness of Fort Ford is much clearer and deeper than White's. Although both men are new to the area, Moriarty has dealt with Fort Ford, directly or indirectly, several times in the course of his past family affairs.

Take, for example, the Bracada caravan that Moriarty once directly managed: every time the caravan entered or left the fortress, it paid a "tribute" of several thousand kingdom gold coins to the lieutenant of one of the generals in the fortress legion. In return, the caravan would enjoy a tariff that was half the official floor rate. At the same time, when the caravan was trafficking certain sensitive goods, it would not be strictly inspected by the garrison of the fortress. …,

In another example, several high-ranking military officers, also from the royal capital of Standwell, secretly organized a "Fox Hunting Club" to specialize in foreign human trafficking. Its "goods" were sold mainly to the interior of the kingdom for the amusement of noble gentlemen and ladies with special hobbies. The club is said to be doing so well that orders have even accumulated more than the "workload" for a full financial year.

Therefore, in such a deteriorated military fortress, it is not normal to open one or two underground black markets and hold a few shady auctions from time to time.

Therefore, even if Thomson did not stand up as this "shopping guide" in the end when he was in the Land of White Clouds, Moriarty believes that he can find the "right direction" from other channels.

"Let's go, don't think about it so much, find a place to have a decent dinner first. I'm still busy tonight. Seeing that White's feelings were a little bad, Moriarty took a few steps forward, put it on the shoulder of the crossbowman, and said with a smile.

"Let's go!" Glancing at Moriarty, White let out a low roar and hooked Moriarty's neck in turn.

Walking out of the Torch Bazaar in the other direction after turning a few corners, Moriarty and White soon spotted Roland's Bar. It's not that they are actively looking for it, but the "sign" of this bar is really too conspicuous.

Unlike other pubs or bars, which often have a wooden sign hanging under the eaves as the logo, this Roland Bar is very bold and avant-garde in that two small but colorful flower stands on both sides of the entrance, and on each of them stands a rather "stingy" and charming girl. Among them, standing on the flower stand on the left is a plump human beauty with blond hair, while on the flower stand on the right is a fox girl with only a few narrow leopard skins on the vital parts.

Accompanied by the charming singing faintly wafting from Roland's Bar, the two welcoming beauties even kept twisting their narrow waists and hips, making the passers-by on the side of the road look sideways.

"This is..."White, who had never seen such a picture, stood in the middle of the street in a daze, staring at the "shop sign" of Roland's Bar in a daze, opening his mouth wide, looking like a junior brother.

"Hey, White, are you alright?" The corners of his mouth curled slightly, but quickly calmed down, and Moriarty patted his companion's back with his hand.

"Oh what, I'm fine, of course it's fine." As if the soul had been taken away by the underground banshee and suddenly released, White woke up suddenly, but he was still a little incoherent, and his face was extremely ruddy.

"Hehe, that's good, let's go." Moriarty didn't mean to look at White's joke, just smiled faintly and headed to Roland's Bar first.

Behind him, White also hurried to follow.

"Oh, handsome boy, welcome to Roland's Bar." Arriving at the pink turnstile of the bar, the blonde standing on the flower stand on the left side laughed charmingly, making a gesture of respect, and winking at Moriarty.

"yes, get inside, I'm sure you'll love it." At this time, the exotic fox girl on the other side also gently persuaded. Her royal Chinese language was not so standard, with a bit of a wasteland accent, but her voice was very sweet, as if it was a slender feather that could gently probe into every man's cochlea and tickle.

"Come, let's go in." Smiling at the blonde and the fox girl, Moriarty reached out and pushed the turnstiles.

And White, who followed closely behind him, seemed to be a little afraid to look at it, and followed Moriarty into the turnstile step by step, not at all like a fifth-level divine crossbowman who had seen strong winds and waves.

Ignoring the silver bell-like laughter behind them, Moriarty and White stepped out of the other side of the turnstile and into a large hall. …,

In the lobby, the innermost floor is a row of arched bars about 20 meters long. Similar to a regular bar, there are a number of round stools on high legs in front of the bar. However, these round stools are very sparsely arranged and spaced between each other is also large, which seems to be a waste of space.

Behind the bar, there is a service area, but there are no waiters or bartenders waiting in it. Behind it, there is a huge decorative wall inlaid with countless red and black checks. On the left and right sides of the wall, there is a door. One is a large closed iron door; The other is a narrow wooden door, ajar. Overall, there is a kind of Gothic dark beauty.

In the middle of the hall is a mini-stage that is nearly one meter high. Around the stage, round tables of various sizes are arranged in a staggered and orderly manner, filling the remaining space.

On the stage at this moment, a red-haired woman in a long black mesh dress is singing an unnamed but extraordinarily soft and beautiful song. While singing, the red-haired woman danced lightly from time to time. Between the fluttering skirts, you can even faintly see the slightest spring light in the fine black grid.

Around the mini round table, almost eighty percent of the round table has been occupied by people of all colors. And most of the drinkers were intoxicated at this time, and they seemed to be completely attracted by the beauty in front of them and the singing in their ears.

"Let's sit there." After a quick look around, Moriarty noticed that the tables near the stage were long gone, so he and White went to a small free round table near the corner and sat down.

"It's dinner time, and the business of this bar is so good, it's amazing." White habitually sat in the position with the best field of vision, which was the instinctive movement of the crossbowman. However, in this way, it is also possible to better "enjoy" the wonderful program of the Roland Bar.

"But it's really pretty special here, isn't it?" It was also the first time that Moriarty had seen such a bar in Erathia, and he couldn't help but feel some long-lost intimacy.

"What kind of wine do you need, two guests?" We have the best red dewdrops, the purest reites, and the best juniper berries. As long as you want to drink, we Roland have it. Moriarty and White had just sat down when a Terran girl with a dazzling but vaguely wild makeup walked up to their table. I saw the girl "snapping" with her hands on the table, and glanced at the two of them delicately, full of confidence.

Looking at the young girl's youthful green eyes a foot away, Moriarty thought for a moment and asked seriously, "Excuse me, what is the main course for dinner today?" ”

broke out for nearly a week, and I felt out of strength, but the response to the book review area and the new book list can only be said to be mediocre. It's a pity~

But no matter what, you still have to work hard to complete what you have agreed upon. I just read the new book index "6000+", and there will be three more today. But let the elephant take a breather and rest for a few hours.