Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The three of them didn't spend too much time on Audrey's question. After confirming their equipment, they set off for the Beyonder gathering.

According to the information given by the bartender on Earthworm Island, there is a passage next to House No. 13 on the left street of Evernight Harbor. If you follow the passage, you can find a gathering where you can get extraordinary items.

The living space in Evernight Harbor seemed to have been clearly planned. Several interconnected large mines were divided into rows of similar small houses, each with its own number. Although it was certainly not as neat as the streets in Backlund's aboveground world, it was much better than the chaotic and disorderly illegal buildings that Klein had imagined.

However, judging from the information Leonard provided, there were only a few relatively orderly dungeons like Evernight Harbor. Most dungeons were still the chaotic and disorderly ones that Klein had imagined.

In fact, the boss of Yongye Port did not interfere too much with the "order" here. He only provided transportation for those who paid tolls and living space for those who paid rent, and guaranteed the basic living and transportation facilities of the entire underground city, but was not responsible for the life safety of everyone living here. Equivalent exchange only existed in the Earthworm Island Bar.

In other words, if you get cheated of your pants or suddenly killed here, it is all your own bad luck and has nothing to do with Evernight Port.

As they got closer to House 13, the streets gradually became bustling. Occasionally, people could be seen squatting on the street, looking around at the messy items in front of them, waiting for someone to come and buy them.

This gradually made the three of them more alert. The space in the underground city was already very valuable, and the narrow streets became even more crowded with the stalls, which was a perfect time for some petty theft.

Fors looked at the stalls passing by with curiosity and caution. There was a stall at her feet that had some broken mechanical fragments, and she could only roughly tell what they were. But there were some strange insects and twisted fruits on several stalls, and especially some stalls that had a few small bags of powder that didn't look very good, which gave Fors a deeper understanding of this lawless place.

"What are you looking at? If you don't want to buy it, get out of here!"

A burly man caught sight of Fors's gaze and shouted impatiently, startling Fors so much that she immediately turned her head away and silently recited the poem she had written last night. She even recited her poem like a magic spell.

"…That is a solitary leaf. My heart is beneath 30,000 feet of loess…"

But Fors couldn't help but look at the stalls around him. Everything in front of him was beyond normal life and extremely dangerous, but also so fresh. It was another world that Fors had never seen before.

If I read more, if I knew more, would I be able to write better poems and earn more royalties?

As she was thinking, Fors suddenly couldn't move anymore. Her eyes were glued to a shabby stall.

Feeling Forth's pull through the suitcase, the detectives and adventurers also stopped.

This looks like an antique stall. In front of the skinny, hunchbacked old man are many strange old objects, which have been cleaned but still look very bad, with countless scratches left on them by the years.

In this kind of underground city, "antiques" are often the hardest hit by fraud.

In the antique transactions in this underground city, many masterpieces of tomb robbers and counterfeiters were either destroyed or received as fakes. Moreover, compared with the old times, the social development of the Sixth Epoch was very slow. Things that might have been eliminated from the historical stage in the old times in a dozen years could last for an extra 100 to 200 years in the Sixth Epoch. This made it even more difficult to distinguish the age of antiques, and it was difficult for laymen to tell the difference between one and two hundred years.

But this stall is very special.

Because the old man displayed three antiques from the Western Continent.

This made Fors' eyes widen.

Even in the 14th century of the Sixth Epoch when satellite communications were available, the exchanges between the Western Continent and the Northern and Southern Continents were still very limited. Moreover, in that technologically backward era, Western Continent merchant caravans often took great risks when traveling to the Northern and Southern Continents to do business, and often never returned. Therefore, it was rare to see genuine Western Continent antiques in the Kingdom of Loen.

"Do you like these antiques? You know what's good, woman!" The hunchbacked old man showed his black teeth, "These are 100% from the Western Continent. I can guarantee that they have a history of at least 500 years. They are absolutely authentic."

"Your credit is worth less than your teeth, old man!"

A rough and bold female voice came from behind the three people. A tall and plump woman came forward. She had long and shiny golden wavy hair, a cap, tight leather jacket and pants, and various bags. She looked like a veteran who had been in the dungeon for many years. She was beautiful and dangerous.

"These things aren't that old at all, only three hundred years at most!"

The hunchbacked old man's trick was exposed and he cursed in panic.

"Four hundred years! You scoundrel, if I say four hundred years, it means four hundred years!"

"Three hundred years. There's no point in being so particular about time. Who knows if you're a four hundred year old antique or four hundred year old trash?"

As she spoke, the beautiful lady in the baseball cap picked up a long pipe in the style of the Western Continent and examined it carefully. She seemed to be very interested in the pipe.

"But your pipe is quite interesting. It's simple in design but well made. Three hundred Rune pounds. Do you want to sell it?"

“Only three hundred? Who are you trying to fool?” The hunchbacked old man pointed at Fors beside him, spitting saliva, “Let me tell you, you’re not the only one who wants this pipe. This thing is in great demand! The woman just offered four hundred Rune pounds!”

"Uh……"

Perhaps it was the Starlight Pistol in her pocket that gave her courage. Fors raised her hand cautiously.

“Actually, I haven’t asked the price yet…”

The beautiful woman in the baseball cap looked at Fors with interest, smiled charmingly at her, then turned around and pointed three fingers at the hunchbacked old man in a decisive manner.

"Three hundred Rune pounds."

"Three hundred and eighty pounds!"

"Three hundred pounds, plus the plastic ring you have next to you."

"Three hundred and fifty pounds! And it's not plastic! It's a crystal ring from one hundred and fifty years ago!"

"Three hundred pounds, plus the obsidian pendant next to it."

The hunchbacked old man gritted his rotten black teeth, his face turned blue and white, and finally he shouted in agony.

"make a deal!"

Seeing the hunchbacked old man eagerly taking the cash from her hand, the beautiful woman in the peaked cap picked up the obsidian pendant and turned to give Fors a wink.

"You are so interesting little sister. I hope we can meet again."

As she said this, the beautiful lady in the baseball cap tied the obsidian pendant to her pipe and left contentedly.