Unlike the outside market, when you enter the black market, none of the vendors greet Rhodes. They were like well-fed old citizens who had nothing to do, looking at everyone who came in with a pair of butcher-like eyes. If you find out that the visitor is not here to do business, you will be blown away immediately. Unlike the noisy market outside, everyone here sits quietly in the corner and talks about their own things.

The upper floors mostly sell some low-grade goods, ores, handmade products, salt, wine, etc., while the lower floors sell valuable goods, such as cold weapons from the dwarf workshops, ivory from the north, coffee beans from the Arabi region, tobacco, and even silk and spices from the East.

And most of these goods are not so bright sources, some flow into the black market through smuggling, some flow into the black market through special power transactions, and some are stolen, these things cannot be traded in the open, so they are traded in the underground market, and the price is usually much lower than the regular market. Some businessmen, for the sake of the greatest interests, will treasure here and take risks.

The man Rhodes was looking for was in the lower echelons of the black market, and Joyson was a ruthless smuggler who had been imprisoned twice and twice through bribery, and he had a lot of friendships with the city's old officials.

When Rhodes found him, the guy was talking to a merchant from Tyrell, and when he saw Rhodes coming, he immediately put down his business and sat down with Rhodes.

"It's been half a year since we last met? Oh, more than that, eight months, right?"

Joyyson takes Rhodes to his own room, a chamber carved out of the rock walls. There are no windows, no columns, only simple furniture in the house. A large red carpet from the Tyrells lay flat on the floor, simple but valuable. Since it was spring and it was located in a relatively southern location, even if there was no fire, the room would not feel cold.

As soon as she entered the door, the maid offered a fragrant kiss and threw herself into Joyson's arms.

"Go and get the fine Bretonnian wine and bring it to the Great Lord. ”

He returned the maid with a fragrant kiss and slapped a maid's buttocks. The woman then walked into the small room next door with her fat buttocks shaking.

"Well, it's been eight months, and Black Hammer Castle is small, but it's busy. ”

Rhodes sat down and returned.

"You are too serious, some things can be completely handed over to your subordinates, you are a lord, you can completely free up time to enjoy life. If I were you, I would find ten maids to warm my bed. Change one every night, and that life is called the life of the lord. ”

Sitting across from Rod, Joyson said. A confident smile brushed the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he has his own opinions on enjoying life. The world of Warhammer is full of danger all the time, and it is better to have fun in time, which is the thinking of many humans. Hedonism was not prevalent in the empire, and it was not a matter of a year or two.

"I can't live like that, I have to take the lead for my subordinates, and besides, I have a daughter, and I have to let her have a pure childhood. ”

Rod replied with a smile.

"Pure childhood? It's just childhood, and when she grows up, she will have to face the real world. Do you want to train your daughter to be a knight? Female knight? Haha, don't think about it, knights are the kind of people who have the most miserable life. You know. ”

Joyyson laughed. He lit a cigarette, and the smell of tobacco filled the room.

"Well, I don't want her to see a drunken father anyway. Moreover, there is no woman in the North who is as beautiful as you in the South. ”

Rod joked.

"South, pretty woman, don't be kidding, friend, Blackhammer is less than four days' flight from Baker City, and if it's called South, then what is Aldolph called?" said Joyson the smuggler, "As for the pretty women, Kislev has them, and those frost witches are, they are fair-skinned and delicate, and they have a first-class body, and I heard that Caterina, the queen of snow, is the most beautiful of the beauties." One glance can seduce your soul. If I could sleep with her for one night, I would sell my entire possessions. ”

Joyson said. The words are full of obscenity and filth, but it is undeniable that most of the merchants and middle class in the empire are like him, living a corrupt life, fantasizing about being the most beautiful beauty in the world, sleeping on a big bed made of gold coins.

It is not a day or two that Rhodes has been dealing with such people, and it is necessary to deal with people from all walks of life in order to develop, and the road to success is never smooth sailing, only bright.

As she spoke, the maid had already brought the drink and filled Rhodes with a goblet. Then he sat on Joyson's lap and looked delicate. It's just that her figure and face are less than half of Caroline's, which makes Rod look a little disgusting. But Joyyson enjoyed it.

"Her name is Betty, a prostitute in the most exclusive brothel in Baker City, and I bought her as my exclusive maid. ”

Rhodes struggled to dodge and bring the conversation back on track.

"Let's get down to business, have you read MeLetter?"

Rod asked.

Joyson's expression became serious, and he sent the maid to walk away first, avoiding it for a moment. He had something to talk to the lord of the north.

The woman quickly picked up her clothes and walked away. Leaving the smugglers Joyson and Rhodes to talk in detail in a closed room.

"Other goods are no problem, the price is as you go, we are old friends, trust each other. But when it comes to arms, I really can't help it. To tell you the truth, I don't know the new mayor well, I heard that he is the nephew of the Grand Duke of Oster, a little white face, and he basically did not leave Wolfenburg until he arrived. Look down on outsiders, especially those outside the Empire. ”

Joyce said, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and then exhaled it heavily, and the smoke ring slowly rose, like a cloudy time, lingering. Through Joyson's description, Rod has almost a preliminary understanding of the failure of Iron Claw.

"Then you can't stop doing business just because you look down on outsiders, right? Who will be responsible for the financial losses caused?"

Rhodes asked.

"No, no, Rod, my old friend, you have been in Blackhammer Fort for too long, you don't know a lot about it, you should go out and walk more, the empire issued a new decree half a year ago, reducing the export of firearms, and many places are restricting the use of firearms. In addition to the regular army, which is still equipped on a large scale, other places have begun to be banned. ”

Joyce said, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand.

"Why?"

"Why? Quite simply, everywhere began to be dissatisfied with the rule of the Empire, and the low-level civilians began to arm themselves with iron and sell iron, buy firearms, and confront the regular army of the Empire. Some local armed mercenaries will do whatever they want as long as they have money, and they will take on any work, which also indirectly affects the long-term peace and stability of the empire. As a result, the emperor issued an order half a year ago that the arms trade must be strictly controlled in the trade of various places. There is a formal approval process before leaving the port. Don't you notice? There are fewer firearms on the black market, and the prices are higher. Why? When the risk increases, the price naturally increases. ”

Joyyson said with a calm face. Rod could guess that this decree actually affected him as well, not only because of the decrease in trade revenue, but also because of the fact that the cost of hiring thugs was greatly increased. After all, mercenaries do not have access to weapons, their numbers decrease, and the number of mercenaries decreases without decreasing demand, which means that prices go up. For a smuggler like Joyson, it's impossible not to hire thugs. As a result, before he had a good relationship with the new official, Joyson also had a headache.