The lower area of the rushing stream is far less large than the upper level, which is actually understandable, because most of the world's transactions can still be placed in the sun after all, and those that cannot be shown to people in a big way are the only ones.

Rather, if the world's black industry accounts for nearly half or more of the total industry, then sooner or later someone will pull out the less black parts of these black parts, wash them and put them on the countertop to do. Therefore, although the times are changing, and the types and needs of business behaviors are changing, there is always a dynamic balance between the so-called good normal industries and the bad and shady industries.

This may also be the reason why some people feel that the world is getting worse and worse in times of rapid change, and as tolerance increases, more and more businesses that were previously considered unreasonable and even evil become neutral, and finally go out into the sun.

The same applies to Rushing Stream, where it is said that before the Night Fair became popular, the city had nominal control over weapons, and there were no merchants who could openly sell standard weapons equipped by the army or more lethal weapons, such as crossbows.

As the Night Fair was gradually accepted, the arms dealers moved out of the area. Even listening to the unabashed tone of the dwarves before, it is estimated that it will not be far from the normal occurrence of weapon trafficking, and there will inevitably be more conflicts around swords and the like, but so what?

Having said that, if there is a business that can be cleaned, there must be a business that cannot be washed away despite the changes of the times, and the killer is the most typical representative of these businesses. No matter what era it is, it's not easy to say that it's a matter of hiring a murderer in public, and the reason is simple, when you think you can openly let the killer get rid of your opponent, your opponent can naturally get rid of you in the same way.

An era has an era of rules, but the era that belongs to bloody killings has gradually passed. It may come back one day, and until it does, the killers will have to walk in the dark, with their business.

I can't tell if it's from the water, the fish, or something else. The brighter the lights, the stronger the smell. Rao is a mage who has already smelled various scents in the laboratory, and he will also frown unconsciously.

He lowered the brim of his hood, as if unwilling to see what was going on around him. In fact, the fishy smell may not come from the fish, because the people here are not much different from the fish. In Rush, there is a trade that is more taboo than the hired murderer, and it is a trade that cannot really be talked about, and that is the human and slave trade. And the demand in this industry is obviously more than that of hired murderers.

"Let's see, these are all good new goods from the south! and a few are nobles!" "How do you sell this meat?" "Look at this, how tender the skin and flesh of this one are. ”...

The sound can be the wind blowing and the birds chirping, or the drums and piano flutes. The human voice can also be high and wide, or it can be short. But no matter what kind of sound it was, there was nothing that disgusted Cheese like the one in his ears now. Perhaps he was too deeply influenced by the chivalry of the glasling lion, or perhaps the people he saw on the steppe were too free, he could have understood the birth of slaves and their status in many societies, and he might have understood and accepted it, but it was not the same thing. The magic in his eyes fluctuated with his emotions, and if it weren't for the dim light and the crowd of people with different ghosts, it was likely that someone would have discovered the mist under this person's eyes.

"Bang!" Something slammed into the mage's back, followed by a hand trying to reach for his belt. The technique is quite sophisticated, after all, this place is no better than the outside, and the people who mix in this area are ruthless characters, not to mention how miserable the thief's end will be.

Perhaps, with this sophisticated technique, it is possible to snatch the money bags from the hands of those who have been shackled by desire, but unfortunately, this golden finger is not the same person. Cheese is not as good as a first-class warrior like Lothar, but he is also better than most of the bastards.

"Uh-huh. The thief who was grabbed by the mage's wrist was about to cry out in pain, but he forced his voice back. As soon as Cheese wanted to say something about this performance, the thief took out a dagger with his other hand and cut off his wrist! This guy didn't even think about forcing Cheese back, he wanted to use the dagger to cut off his wrist in order to escape! What a ruthless method and a decisive judgment.

Naturally, Cheese couldn't let him get his wish, he didn't even use his other hand, but let go of the hand holding the opponent's wrist, turned the grasp into a palm, and struck the back of the opponent's hand obliquely, directly knocking the dagger out of his hand. When the thief saw that his hand was loosened, he did not care about the dagger, but turned and ran.

In fact, with the mage's reflexes, he could completely catch the other party, but the appearance of the broken wrist just now made him very worried about whether there would be more radical behavior, and after a moment of hesitation, it was far away to find someone. Cheese sighed softly and picked up the dagger from the ground. It's rusty, not to mention cutting off your wrists, I'm afraid it's difficult to cut your flesh.

The mage hesitated for a moment and did not throw away the dagger, which was his trophy. As to whether this little commotion attracted the attention of the others, at most the people laughed at Cheese for not catching the thief, leaving them with one less scene to watch.

In a sense, this is more like the world before the advent of law and morality, where people walk are absolutely free, they are only responsible for their own desires and lives, and if the former occupies more, then even the latter can be abandoned.

It is not easy to have buildings in such a place. Because the house represents ownership, and ownership contains rules, the owner of the house must have enough energy to get those who enter the house to obey his rules, and to keep out those who can't. Therefore, the tavern with the sign of the river is not simple, its open door is like the mouth of a giant beast, devouring those who are reckless.

Cheese stood in front of the door, a smile on his lips, no matter how bad it was, could it be worse than this?, he hung his rusty dagger on his waist and walked in slowly. As soon as he entered the room, he was far from what Cheese had imagined, with no smell of alcohol or cluttered tables and chairs, only a wooden hallway leading into the depths.

His eyes rolled, and a cursory glance revealed many old marks and mechanism-related settings on the four walls of the corridor. Come to think of it, this is the first pass of the Youhe Tavern, and the guy who was originally planning to pick quarrels and provoke trouble saw this corridor, and his courage was estimated to be half weaker.

But with such a small means, can you gain a foothold here?" thought the mage, and entered the hallway.