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Chapter III

If there is one of the liveliest, most vibrant, and most chaotic places in Wildfire Town, it is the "Black Street".

Black Street is not an official name, in fact, both the Byzantine Empire and Odin occupied Wildfire for a very short time, so short that it was not even enough to register all the streets and buildings in Wildfire - compared to the more ignorant Odin, who did not even count the population.

Black Street is a colloquial name for being located on the closest outlying street to the west of Wildfiretown. The street was originally wide, the most spacious in the town, and could have accommodated two carriages running side by side—a road that was rare in such a backwooded area, and even in the civilized Byzantine Empire, it was standard for some large cities.

However, it was said that it was "originally" possible to accommodate two carriages side by side - if there weren't so many vendors on the street occupying the road.

It's home to all the weird stuff from all over the continent, and you can find anything you can't imagine.

Of course, if you want to buy something, no matter how rare or weird it is, as long as you come to this dark street in Wildfire Town and hang up a sign to buy, in less than half a day at most, there will be a few sneaky guys in dirty robes who will come to you and ask you how much they are willing to pay.

These people are not liars, let alone beggars. Rather, it is the liaison of some mercenary tribes.

In the wildfire field, there are many large and small tribes, the big ones even have thousands of people, and the small ones have a hundred and ten people. Some of these tribes are mercenaries, but more are bands of thieves.

It's hard to tell whether these tribes are mercenaries or thieves - it depends on their mood.

The Byzantines have a saying that distinguishes a mercenary group from a thief group is:

"If you hire a mercenary as a bodyguard, then you can pay afterwards. If they suddenly get in a bad mood, they will not only take your money, but also rob you all by the way - at this time, they are a group of thieves. ”

Of course, this proverb was strongly resisted by the Royal Capital Trading Guild, which repeatedly stated that only those mercenary groups that were registered were legal and regular. These regular mercenary groups are law-abiding and well-behaved. Those who are also servants and thieves are those illegal gangs.

But it was these black gangs in the wildfire field that helped people a lot. They dare to take any job, and they are willing to do any job!

If you pay enough, they will even dare to do a lot of life-saving business! For example, to capture dwarven slaves, those regular mercenary groups do not do it, but these black gangs...... Hey, how much are you willing to pay?

Despite the harsh natural environment, it has to be said that the Wildfire Field was a place of great business opportunities! It was a buffer zone between the Byzantine and Odin empires, and the only trade route between the two empires. Odin's merchants, the Byzantine merchants, had to pass through here if they wanted to do business in each other's countries.

The wildfire fields, which are vast and geographically harsh, are full of dangers. Just north of the wildfire town is the Blue Sè Basin in the Wildfire Plains, the territory of the grumpy, fierce and withdrawn dwarves. If you're a human caravan, it's best not to go near there, or you'll probably have some rì and your skull bones will be made into lacquerware and hung on the shelves of a shop in the Black Street.

Only a handful of merchants who have established trust with the Dwarves will be able to approach the Dwarves and make some deals with them.

If the dwarves are fairly well-behaved, then the dwarves are the ones who are really a headache. These creatures are like ground rats, breeding in nests in the northern part of the wildfire field, and these things are the real robbers - they rob everything, they eat, they wear, they use it. Even, they eat everything.

If you're unlucky enough to get caught by them, congratulations.

Your flesh will be dried into jerky, your bones will be ground into powder and boiled into soup, and your hair will be woven into a blanket by those jīng!

Trade through the wildfire fields is very dangerous and at the same time very lucrative!

Byzantine Empire made jīng liang armor weapons, horses, cattle and sheep, ores, works of art......

The finest furs produced by the Odin Empire in the north, as well as all kinds of crystals, and all kinds of sculptures

However, these businesses are only capable of being done by those who are extremely powerful.

And if the little caravans want to do this kind of business, then first you have to pin your head to the waistband of your trousers.

Of course, in the face of huge profits, there are many people who are willing to play with their lives. At least most of the guys who came to Wildfire Town came with dreams of making a fortune.

And every once in a while, there are always one or two lucky people who die and die to cross the wildfire to each other's country, trade successfully, and get rich overnight. This has stimulated more people to come to the wildfire with dreams of making a fortune.

There is a saying in the wildfire field: go out of town, take a shovel, and shovel out a shovel of dirt in the field, and the bones of adventurers are buried underneath.

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Char's waist was straight when he walked into the dark street, mainly because he had filled his stomach - thanks to the foolish liar from out of town.

Black Street is no different from Xiang Rì, except that the bandit group that occupied Wildfire Town a few times ago has been driven away, and now it is a mercenary group of soldiers patrolling the road. For this kind of thing, the people of Wildfire Town are used to it. Moreover, these mercenary groups that newly occupied this place are very disciplined and have not raised the tax rate.

By the way, the tax rate in Wildfire Town is very simple, there is only one tax here: the entry tax! No matter who you are or what status you are, when you enter the city, you must pay a copper plate tax per person.

Other than that, there are no business taxes and any other taxes here.

Today, when Char thundered into the city, he handed the last copper plate in his pocket to the warriors at the city gate.

So, if he can't find a job to make some money today, then he's really going to join the beggars......

The dark streets were crowded, and the sound of quarrels and shouts could be heard from the shops and stalls on both sides from time to time...... The people here are fierce, and most of the people who dare to venture into this kind of place are not good at stubble - so there are no good people in Wildfire Town. These xìng fierce guys, even bargaining is like scolding.

Occasionally, some drunks were thrown out of the roadside tavern and dumped in the garbage heap around the corner.

There were also suspicious-looking guys sneaking around the crowd, and these people were doing the work of gold fingers.

Thankfully, none of Goldfinger's fingers would pay attention to Char's thunder - he didn't look like a beggar.

Char thundered and walked along the crowd, looking around, looking for a job that could make money. His idea was simple, he had to make a lot of money first. His plan was to make a cameo appearance as a witcher first.

The Witcher, and the Hunter, are two different classes. Although the work is generally similar, the hunting targets are different.

Hunters, hunt rabbits, foxes, pheasants, coyotes and the like, as long as you know how to shè arrows and set traps.

But the witchers hunt for only one thing: Warcraft!

Originally, when the old guy was alive, Char Thundering was forbidden to hunt demonic beasts, but Char Thundering didn't want to be a turtle hunter nesting in the mountains for the rest of his life. The life of a witcher is full of adventure and excitement, and the ability to earn money is what young people yearn for.

Therefore, he had secretly done this kind of thing several times without telling the old guy, and he had also successfully hunted some magical beasts, but unfortunately, he had never saved any money, and most of his income was turned into wine jīng, which was filled into the stomachs of the two drunkards in the family.

Finally, Char Thundering has found a goal.

At the end of the black street, a sign hung in front of a small shop.

"Heavy money to buy Warcraft cubs......"

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