At night, Ian and the three of them gathered.

There were soldiers standing guard outside, but the soldiers were all fishing, and none of them were attentively guarding.

In the darkness of the night, Ian easily led them away from the Frontier and pulled out the map.

The destination is the largest town nearby, Mutos Town, there will be a black market in large towns, and Mutos Town is not far from this frontier site, in order to deal with the possible riots caused by refugees, most of the frontier sites are established on the edge of large towns garrisoned by legions, and it is also convenient to provide some support to the refugees in the early stage, screen out some skilled refugees, and recruit them as cheap labor to work in the town.

About an hour and a half on foot, Ian saw the stone-walled streets and houses.

There are very few things like walls and moats in the gathering places within the walls.

The 50-meter wall is the best wall, and all the power inside the fortress is controlled by the central government, so there is no need for a city wall.

Those who want to rebel need to build walls to deal with the enemy, so only certain important locations allowed by the government will build walls.

The town of Mutos is not that kind of place.

Ian and his party wandered into the town by the trail, and Ian was also visiting Mutos Town for the first time, and the tavern was a good place to inquire about it, and if you wanted to find the location of the black market, you should go there.

In a stone alley, Ian finds a lively tavern.

"Go and wait for me on the other side of the bridge, and I'll come out to you for the good news," said Ian.

"I'm going too!" Allen said.

"We're all kids, and too many people attract attention." Ian: "Don't make a mess at this time, don't you?" Everything in town has to listen to me. ”

Ian pushed Alan away and walked to the tavern alone.

Alan clenched his fists, but he couldn't help it, he was still pulled by Armin and Mikasa to the opposite side of the arch bridge and waited.

Ian nodded to them from afar, pushed open the door alone, and entered the noisy tavern.

He came to the bar, took out a silver coin from his bosom and put it on the table, and said, "Boss, just now an uncle asked me to come in and ask you, where is the nearest market?" ”

"Uncle?" The bar owner picked up the silver coin and rubbed it: "Little brother, what kind of person is that uncle?" ”

"He said he was a soldier escorting refugees and wanted to have some fun."

"Yes..."The owner of the bar heard that a group of refugees came during the day, and he must have been the soldiers in charge of escorting the refugees.

It's no secret that soldiers often go to the black market for fun, the women in the market are educated, have more services, more choices, and satisfy some special fetishes, and the biggest casino in town is there.

Come up and give a silver coin, it's a big guy.

The bar owner thought for a moment, opened the drawer and took out a coin made of wood and put it in Ian's hand: "Little brother, give this coin to that uncle, and ask him to go to Tucker Lane to find a woman who sells alcohol, and say that it was introduced by Old Jack." ”

"Okay." Ian accepted the coin, but didn't leave, staring at the tavernkeeper.

The boss took two copper coins to send Ian, it was normal to ask for a tip, he took a silver coin, and he already earned it.

Just now he was a little puzzled, why didn't the soldier come in by himself, but Ian's performance was completely a clever little ghost, I'm afraid that Ian accosted the soldier and earned two tips, he didn't have any doubts, just regarded this as a trivial little thing in ordinary life.

Ian leaves the tavern to join the three of Alan.

"How's it going?" Armin asked.

"Let's go, in Tucker Lane." Ian took out the wooden coin in his hand: "When the meeting enters the black market, no matter what happens, don't speak, don't panic, just stay behind me." ”

...

In Tucker Lane, Ian finds a wine vault that still burns lamp oil at night.

A woman in a turban stood by, and Ian had the three of them cover their faces and put on a cloak made of old cloth during the day.

There was no resistance to entering the market, and the woman received the coins, gave Ian a wooden sign, and led them from the wine cellar into the basement.

It was a wide underground space, with some drunken men holding scantily clad women, on a stall, selling gunpowder and guns.

Buying a gun through a formal channel requires a variety of audits, but a gun on the black market can be bought with only money.

In fact, some of the guns here were provided by the Corps, and they set up stalls on the black market in order to make more money.

The main business here is weapons, casinos and women's business, and even three-dimensional motorized devices can be bought here, and with enough money, almost any desire of a person can be satisfied on the black market.

Of course, money alone is not enough, but also has the power and force to deter others.

The four of them wore cloaks and marched through the black market, although their bodies were not yet mature, as long as they did not speak and did not show their faces, no one would treat them as children.

But even so, all three of them, except for Ian, felt extremely nervous.

Armin, in particular, was shaking his legs, feeling that if they were discovered, they would die here.

Eren and Mikasa also had a hard time keeping their mindset, and there were a lot of people with guns here, and they hung them naked in order to tell the others that I wasn't to mess with.

Even if they have seen hellish scenes, in the end, they are just a group of children who have lost their parents, and although they pretend to be strong, they have not yet had time to become stronger from the fear of that day.

Only Ian walked in front of them calmly, leading the way, and they could only follow Ian.

Ian found an arms dealer who sold stereo motorized devices, and they had a large backstage that didn't make a small profit on gunpowder.

Ian took out the gunpowder of wheat in his pocket and accosted the merchant guarding the shop, "My lord, our husband wants you to see his goods. ”

"Imp, how did you get in?" The merchant frowned: "This is not a place for children, we don't accept children's things." ”

"You should know that yesterday, a group of refugees arrived nearby." Ian flashed the flintlock pistol on his waist: "Over there, there's a gentleman over there who wants to ship a shipment and wants you to see it." ”

The merchant fell silent, making eye contact with the gun-wielding guards standing on either side.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while, and the three people behind Ian were in their throats.

The merchant silently observed Ian, although the child looked very young, he seemed to be familiar with the environment of the black market, and he couldn't see the panic at all, he should be a veteran.

The pistol on his waist was a pistol model common to the Gendarmes, so the merchant deduced that Ian had been sent by a commander.