Outside, the streets are still full of people, and the torch market in the distance is also full of people and bright lights, even more lively than daytime. However, it seems that after all, it is considered that the night is in mind, and there are more patrolling sergeants on the street. It's just that most of these night watchmen have relaxed expressions on their faces, and they don't look like they're on a mission, but rather as if they're casually strolling around the night scene.

"Thomson, has the night at Fort Ford always been so lively?" Walking behind Thomson, Moriarty asked in a low voice as he looked at the various pedestrians and merchants around him.

"Yes, the outer fort will remain open until three o'clock in the morning, and then a curfew will be enforced. So, there's still plenty of time. Thomson, thinking that his patron was worried about the night ban of the fortress, immediately turned his head and explained.

"I see." Moriarty nodded, and stopped talking.

On the side, White spat hard and unobtrusively, his face full of disdain.

Following in Thomson's footsteps, Moriarty and White made their way through the streets of the fortress with a thriving nightlife, heading southwest. After passing through the most core commercial area, the area where the three of them set foot gradually became quiet and deserted. Not only were the merchants of all ethnic groups gone, but even the patrols were gone.

"Is it almost there?" At this time, White and Moriarty walked side by side, their sharp eyes constantly scanning every shadow and every dead corner around them, like a hungry night owl.

"It's coming soon, a little further on." As if he couldn't resist White's "fierce gaze", Thomson sweated on his forehead and quickly explained, fearing that a mishandling would arouse the dissatisfaction and suspicion of the guests.

"It's so quiet, it seems a little special, and it's pretty close to the Inner Fort. What is it used for? Moriarty looked up at the towering towers and battlements of the Inner Fort, not far ahead, where rows of majestic warriors in full armor were patrolling the walls of the Inner Fort, and the sound of metal boots trampling on the cold walls was heard far away.

"This is a prison in the fortress. It is said that during the civil war in the kingdom, a large number of prisoners of the rebel army were also imprisoned. Later, somehow, the prison was slowly abandoned and remained empty. Later, there was a 'Night Market' in the fortress, and it was reopened. Thomson explained in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by the sergeant above the Inner Castle.

"Prison... No wonder. Moriarty smiled silently and fell silent again.

After walking forward for about five minutes, Moriarty suddenly stood up, and White blocked Moriarty's body with an arrow, his left hand quickly reached into his arms, and his eyes looked coldly at a dark corner more than ten meters ahead.

"Oh, this isn't the 'old dog' Thomson, it's been a long time, how do you think of the 'night market' today? Oh, and I still have guests. Hehe, I said that this time the guest you are looking for should not be like last time, who had no money to settle the bill and wanted to play tricks, and was beaten to death. Otherwise, your old dog's leg will have to be broken again. At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall, and then, under the gaze of the three of them, a thin black man wearing a half-worn leather armor and holding a thick iron rod walked out from behind the corner, and looked at Thomson with disdain.

"Hehe, it's Bill, you're guarding the door tonight?" Thomson seemed to be very jealous of this man who suddenly appeared, and with a smile on his face, he hurriedly greeted him, but he did not dare to respond to the various disrespect and contempt of the other party.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, I'm just kindly reminding you to remember to follow the rules when you go in, otherwise...", Bill's triangular eyes rounded Thomson and looked fiercely at Moriarty and White, full of warning. …,

"Thank you for your advice." Moriarty smiled faintly, and then raised his hand, and a kingdom gold coin that shimmered with an attractive golden glow flew towards Bill with a wonderful arc.

"Ah, the gold!"

Bill, who seemed rude and brutal, was extremely agile, caught the gold coin, and then stuffed it directly into his mouth, biting it down heavily with two rows of yellow teeth.

"Haha, I sincerely welcome you to the 'Ford Night Market', distinguished guest." Receiving a reward of a gold coin, Bill's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn, and he bowed deeply to Moriarty with a humble smile on his face.

"Are there many guests today? Is there any interesting goods in the night market? Moriarty motioned to Thomson, who was a little stunned, to continue leading the way, and at the same time said to Bill, who had stepped forward respectfully, as if chatting.

"Hehe, there are already a lot of guests, but most of them are fresh faces, and they are all slamming the door tightly. As for the good goods, there are really some. Because of White's barrier, Bill couldn't get too close, so he had to try to flatter him.

"Oh, what is it?" Moriarty asked.

"A few days ago, a batch of 'good guys' just shipped from the 'fortress', a lot of them, and the items were quite complete, and it happened that they were just shipped into the 'night market' today. If you're interested, you can go straight to the 'arsenal' of Black Knife. In addition, 'Lame Jack' has a few pieces of diamond jewelry of unknown origin, which are not in good condition, and they are very pleasing to women. And..."While constantly observing Moriarty's face, Bill kept coming out of various night market news, as if he wanted to find out the other party's "hobbies" in order to prescribe the right medicine.

But unfortunately, until the entrance of the "Night Market", Moriarty's face always maintained a faint smile.

And because of some kind of rules, Bill can't continue to follow.

"Thank you for the introduction, Bill. So, see you later. Moriarty glanced at a disappointed Bill, took out another gold coin and handed it silently, and before the other party thanked him, he led White and Thomson into the former prison gate.

"Hehe, although he is not very old, he is refreshing to make a move, Thomson, the old dog, is really lucky this time." Looking at the three people who were gradually moving away, Bill vigorously wiped the "human head" on the gold coin in his hand until he covered the whole gold coin warm, then carefully put it into his arms, and then took the iron rod and tiptoed back and forth again.

As soon as you enter the entrance of the Ford Night Market, you will immediately be greeted by two large sliding doors covered with copper and iron bones more than four meters high. The huge handle of the bronze door has been incomplete, and the blue skin is mostly black and gray rust spots, which shows that it has been a long time and has been lacking the necessary maintenance. However, when you really walk through these two old doors that will no longer close, you will still feel a heavy heart palpitation and irrepressible fear.

Walk through the large bronze gate, followed by a long, dark walkway. For some unknown reason, the owner of the night market did not reinstall new lighting installations on the main road, but only inserted a small torch into the iron bar basket on the damp brick wall every 20 meters, according to the original layout of the prison. Therefore, under the dim yellow light of the torches flickering, the entire aisle seemed to be swaying back and forth from side to side, like a huge coffin walking around.

Fortunately, there are already people waiting in the aisle. When he saw Thomson walking slowly with Moriarty and White, he immediately greeted him. This time, Thomson seemed to have a good relationship with the man, and was not ridiculed or troubled. After a few brief exchanges, the man moved out of the way and pointed to the inside, allowing the three of them to enter on their own. …,

"This is the Ford Night Market. Because it is remodeled from a prison cell, the shops are relatively separated, and no one will generally be disturbed when looking at the goods, which can save some unnecessary trouble. ”

Walking through the passage, the space inside suddenly opened up a lot. I saw that the original cell had been converted into independent shops, and those black market merchants built shelves directly in the cell. Even, some powerful merchants will open up several cells connected to form a large shop.

Unlike the bustling night market of the Torch Market outside, the real Ford Night Market is unusually silent. Although there were not many people in the cells who watched and negotiated the price, they all had low voices and mysterious conversations, obviously not wanting outsiders to hear.

"It's a place where you can trade with peace of mind that there won't be any bad behavior that doesn't follow the rules." Finally bringing Moriarty to his destination, Thomson took a breath and then whispered about the rules of the black market: "However, when buying goods at the Ford Night Market, the merchants only accept cash and refuse any credit. At the same time, a qiē product must be counted in person, and once it leaves, it is no longer responsible. Of course, you don't have to worry too much. The credibility of the merchants who can enter the Ford Night Market to sell goods is guaranteed, and many of them have deep backgrounds. And because the products traded here are all good things that are difficult to see on the market, the probability of encountering fakes is much lower. ”

"Well, you're right. Merchants who do special business will value their reputation and credibility more than ordinary merchants. Because apart from these, they have nothing left. As she spoke, Moriarty slowly glanced around at the "cell shops".

"You're saying it so well, that's it." Thomson nodded heavily in admiration, and then said, "So, let's go to the black knife shop first?" Bill's villain, though foul-mouthed, is always well-informed. I think you might have the goods you want, and there may be one in the black knife. ”

"Nope." Moriarty thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Let's go and see Lame Jack first." ”

"Ahh Yes, okay. Thomson couldn't help but be stunned, but immediately came to his senses under Moriarty's gaze, and hurriedly agreed, taking Moriarty and White to Lame Jack's shop

The third update! Cool to watch?

Just glanced at the score, "8000+".

A certain elephant will not break its promise, and the fourth watch will be rushed out around the early hours of the morning.