Chapter 1052: Exploration in the Dark Night (5)

"Over here, my friend!" the werewolf had just said goodbye to his two companions, and Solal had already walked to a small bar on the edge of the harbor and turned back to greet the werewolf.

Bediwell could have left this natural demon swordsman alone, but he vaguely felt that Solal would be targeted by some unknown force, and it would be dangerous to leave it alone, so he had to accompany him for a while.

When two bloodied and terrifying-looking young men walked into the bar, they were naturally greeted with a lot of hostile eyes. Luckily, bounty hunters hired as merchant ship bodyguards were often found in the vicinity of Shaharbour, and they often returned to Cairo after a day of killing, and entered the bar covered in blood, which is not surprising to the locals.

"Oh," said Bediwell, who found a seat and sat down, realizing how unpleasantly the blood had on his body, itchy and sticky. He couldn't wait to finish dinner quickly, collected the money from Kana, and immediately went back to the hotel to take a shower and sleep.

"Mr. Bediwell," Solal asked, ordering some random food and drink, and asked the werewolf, "what are you going to do with that cart of worm slurry?" "I don't know. The werewolf was at a loss for a while: "Anyway, let's go back first, see if there is a warehouse near the hotel that can be rented, and then store it first?" "If I sue you, someone may be willing to pay for this......" "Great!" Bediwell was actually in a hurry to get rid of the golden worm's slurry, and when he heard Solar say this, he couldn't help but ask with a twinkle in his eyes: "Do you know the way?" Solar dodged the werewolf's gaze, as if there was something unspeakable: "I dare not guarantee anything." But I can take you there first, and you can talk to the people over there about the specific situation. "What's going on?" Kana's voice interrupted the conversation.

"Nothing. The werewolf didn't want to talk too much about the people of the merchant group, so he quickly cut off his chat with Solal: "Where's the money?" Kana handed Bediwell a check again: "Don't be too little, the second payment has already deducted the cost of deworming barrels and wagon rentals." If you think it's okay, sign it here, and then our contract is over. "Good. The werewolf glanced at the check, which was marked with the words 1,000 Egyptian dollars. Although it does seem like a small amount, the caravan has actually paid a lot of extra tips to Bediwell, because the cost of filling the barrels of worm slurry adds up to more than 20,000 Egyptian dollars.

The werewolf hurriedly signed the note from Kana, ending the commission, and then watched as Soral collected the money and signed. The unlucky man seemed to have received just over two thousand dollars, which was the second half of the predetermined contract money - the caravan did not give any reward to the demon swordsman, presumably because they did not feel the need to do so. Only then did Bediwell secretly sigh that it turned out that a person was shrewd enough to really take advantage of it.

"Goodbye, then. Kana put away the contract between Beddeville and Solal and turned to leave: "If you have a fate, I wish us a happy cooperation next time." "Oh, happy to work with, my friend. Solal smiled innocently and waved at Kana.

"Yes, nice to work with. Bediwell's attitude was much colder, he knew what this Muhammad caravan was up to, and he was not going to take any more commissions from this damned caravan. Anyway, if they can get rid of those twenty-two barrels of worm pulp, a huge amount of wealth will roll in immediately, and Bediville and they don't have to worry about money for the time being.

"So," said Beddeville and Solal as they bid farewell to Kana, quickly finished their dinner. After paying the bill, Soral patted his ass and stood up: "You're going to [that place], are you ready, my friend?" "Do you need such a mysterious thing?" Bedivel put down his knife and fork and swallowed the last mouthful of spaghetti in his stomach: "Let's go, you lead the way." The two men got out of the bar and jumped into the van — Bediville, of course, who was driving.

The night roads on the outskirts of Cairo are not easy to walk on, because the street lights are dim and the city's desolate roads are losing their income. The van he was driving, even the kind of old four-wheeled car, which didn't even have an anti-gravity device, bumped up and down on this dilapidated road, and shook their butts extremely uncomfortably.

"Go right from here," Solal seemed familiar with Cairo's path, directing the werewolves forward.

"Oh, you've lived in Egypt before?" said Bediwell, carefully driving the van, chatting casually.

"Stayed for a while. Solal replied lightly, his eyes widening as he figured out the right route from the illegible night roads on the outskirts of the city: "My... The clansmen often travel around the world, settle down, and establish strongholds. There are a lot of great materials to get near the Sahara Desert, and we go to this colony every once in a while to farm them. "Uh, people, are you some kind of traveling merchant?" Bediwell felt that there were many strange doubts in Solar's words. Now that he thinks about it, he really doesn't know much about Solar, and he doesn't even know which clan the magic swordsman is from, only Solar's nationality.

"Traveling merchants... This statement is actually quite correct. The stout Norvi man scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "It's not easy to explain this now. You'll understand when you meet my people. Turn left at the intersection ahead. Bediwell twisted the steering wheel, and the truck made a nice drift and turned into the intersection on the left. Then they were greeted by a long, bumpy road that led all the way to the city center.

Amid the sound of the car falling apart, the two remained silent, and the atmosphere was boring and awkward.

"So," asked Beddivi to ease the awkward atmosphere a little, "is the place you want to take me to a market-like market?" But we call that the black market. Solar leaned back in the not very comfortable leather seat of the van and replied in a low voice: "There, in addition to trading weapons and materials, there are all kinds of contraband for sale." Even lightsaber-type weapons that are regulated for sale on the market can be found. All in all, there are a lot of good things to buy there. "As long as you have money. Bediwell muttered to himself. Solar looks honest and decent on the surface, but he didn't expect that he also has a dark side, which is connected to this contraband market.

"Ahem...... Sold on the black market, it's all kinds of stolen goods, right?" the werewolf asked in a low voice, as if afraid that their conversation would be heard by pedestrians on the road—but there wasn't even half a human figure on the road.

"Not exactly. Solar seemed to want to defend himself: "Some of the equipment is not stolen goods, but good things made by real weapons craftsmen." But they're too powerful to sell through normal channels. There is also some equipment that is made from rare creatures that are almost endangered, so-" Bediwell didn't want to listen to Solal continue to ramble, and quickly interrupted with other questions: "Does the Egyptian government sit idly by and ignore this black market?" "The boss of the black market pays a huge tax to the Egyptian government every year, and when the government collects money, it will turn a blind eye to this black market. Solal coughed dryly: "Of course, only those who know the way can enter this black market." Okay, turn right at the junction ahead, we're almost there, my friend. The werewolf drove around as the swordsman had instructed, but the wagon was stuck in a dead end.

Surrounded by alleys surrounded by stone walls, behind the stone walls is a long-abandoned building that looks like it was only half-built. This scene is desolate and silent, boring and deserted, how do you look like there is a market?!

Bediwell's heart instantly cooled - could it be that he was trapped? Could it be that Solal forgot his righteousness and teamed up with other guys to ambush Bediwell here, trying to snatch the twenty-two barrels of golden worm pulp from the werewolves?!

It is indeed possible. Worm Jelly is a priceless high-level enchantment material, and anyone who sees it will be tempted. If you rob the carload of goods in Bediville and then sell it, the profit obtained is enough for a dozen people to live the rest of their lives leisurely.

But is Solal really that kind of person?

"What do you mean by that?" the werewolf glared at the swordsman in the passenger seat, his hand already reaching for the weapon at his waist, ready to fight against an ambush that could strike at any moment.

"Calm down, my friend. Solal was very calm, raised his hands, and had no intention of fighting: "Just drive over like this." "There's a wall in front of you!" Bedeville's angry complaint was rightly ushered in.

"I know. The Demon Swordsman repeated calmly and kindly, "Please sail over like this." "Hmph, you'd better not play any tricks on me. Bediwell stepped on the accelerator suspiciously, drove the truck towards the stone wall in front of him, and saw that the car was about to slam into the stone wall - this is a rented car, and the maintenance cost is not cheap, right?

He felt that this qiē was stupid to death - why did he still believe in Solar at this point?

However, instead of hitting the wall, the truck went straight through it. Is this a wall of air?

"I see. Is it optical camouflage. The werewolf sighed: "In an old city like Cairo, there are such high-tech gadgets hidden...... "Because of this, it can't be detected lightly. Solal smiled back and lowered his raised hands.

Indeed, using optical camouflage as a cover, those who do not know the way will not be allowed to enter, and the secrets of this black market will only be known to a very small number of people. This further shows that the operators of the black market are serious, after all, the use and maintenance of optical camouflage requires a huge amount of money.

The van quickly passed through this wall of optical camouflage.

In stark contrast to the dilapidated and desolate landscape beyond the walls, Bediville is presented with a vibrant, brightly lit night market.