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In the middle of the night, before Owen brought a group of hunters to the villa in a brazen manner, two men wrapped in sackcloth cloaks and with charcoal painted on their faces walked out from the gate.

The butler held a handful of dry food, and bid farewell to the host and guests at the entrance and the villa.

Lyons was carrying a small package on his back, which contained a lot of strange odds and ends.

Andre stuffed a twenty-centimeter-long Leba that couldn't be chewed into Lions' already overloaded package, and said with disgust: "Give the housekeeper a raise some other day, and your bag of gold coins will be fine." Dogs don't have a turn to eat this stuff."

Lyons took out Lieba, sorted the package, found a gap and stuffed it in, and glanced at the vampire who didn't know the sufferings of the world: "Even if I have two bags of gold coins, I can't buy good things other than Lieba. We They are two wanted criminals, and it is suspicious to spend a lot of money."

"Trouble." Andre didn't need to eat at all, except for soft white bread and fried steak with butter, he didn't have any interest in what such "poor people" eat.

The black market is hidden in a section of the street behind the slums.

It is located at the end of the residential area of ​​the North District, the environment is harsh and life is not convenient.Dilapidated brick-and-mortar houses without even a wood-burning fireplace.

But here is also one of the freest and most absurd places in the North District.

The slums in the North District are gathering places for hooligans and refugees.Here the streets are filthy, with sewage and greasy quilts draped outside the cold brick houses.As soon as the sun went down, the people here hid in their caves like bugs caught in a hurricane.

Cold and hunger will take one life after another.Occasionally, a small plague would appear here, and only then would a doctor with a sharp-mouthed mask come to diagnose and treat it.

This is the garbage dump in the North District.It is also a playground for criminals.

Refugees are difficult to civilize and integrate, so they are slowly cut off.Just like the South District was separated from the North District.

Andre changed the dress he usually wears, his blond hair was dirty with coal, and there were two streaks of soot on his cheeks.Looks like a down and out son.

People in the slums rarely see a woman in their lives.Men are very sensitive to weakness and beauty.

So even though the brown-gray sackcloth covered most of their faces, those men in short fat cotton jackets with beers in their hands would still stare at Andre non-stop.

It's just a pity for such a beauty.The man next to him who looked like a big but three thick man didn't know how to love things at first sight.

Some people even spent a lot of money to exchange three barrels of beer with wheat husks for this poor boy who came from outside.

Clutching a few gold coins in his palm, Andre really wanted to drill a hole in the heads of the men who were negotiating terms with Lyons in front of him.

Lyons lifted up his linen robe, and the silver gun on his waist was shining brightly, scaring away these lustful men in an instant.

"The charm is still there," Lyons said.

Andre was indeed very good-looking.Even with soot, it's just as dusty as the best agate, and everyone wants to buy it at a low price, and then wipe it clean for him.

"If you don't want to die," Andre took out a hard black bread and a piece of dried meat from Lyons's bag, and threw them on the hunter: "Eat your meal."

Lioness built the fire, wiped the bread and jerky with water, and set up the grill.

Things here are not very accessible.The wheat in the bread was not husked, and the pieces of meat were also large chunks of fat and dried, with no taste other than salty and greasy.

The old butler's painstaking efforts were recited all the way by Lions, and it finally came to fruition.

During the coping just now, in addition to dispelling the men's thoughts about Andre, Lions also asked a lot of news related to the black market.

The black market is not called a black market here, but it is the only way for residents to trade.

Ordinary people only have some dry food and beer, and they exchange goods on the outermost layer, or exchange for a woman to have a good time.

More transactions are inside, and you have to pay some tolls just to get in.

It can be money, it can be things, it can be people.

While saying these words, a group of men looked at Andre with pity, as if they regarded him as a poor abducted man.

The black market opens an hour before the sun sets every day, and the busiest hours of the day are from dusk to the closing of the black market.

People in the ghetto don't know where the black market comes from, and don't bother where they can't get in.The back of the market is like a closed pond, where many unknown people and things are bred.

But the market closest to the residents is still very lively.

Food, tobacco, alcohol, and women are the most popular commodities in the outer layer.

Lyons caught one of the beggars who was lying on the outside of the brick house and peeping. The beggar was flushed, and the beard was wet with dust, dripping on the window sill.

The brick house warmed by the firewood is full of life and fragrance.Suddenly being disturbed, he glanced sideways at Lyons, and shouted, "I need to find a woman to pay over there. Don't just squat around here."

A piece of dried meat sprinkled with fine grains of coarse salt landed on the tip of his nose.It smells much better than the sticky and sweet scent of inferior women and the smell of men's bodily fluids in the room.

The point is, zuo//Love can't fill your stomach, but jerky can.

Salt is extremely scarce in the slums, and the piece of jerky that Lyons took out can buy a carload of low-quality wine barrels.

"Ask you something, this thing is yours."

The beggar grabbed the jerky and forgot about the busy men and women in the house.He laughed: "You ask, you ask."

"I heard that there are some strange things in the black market here." Lyons looked around, showing contempt for those pushing things, "Where can I find them?"

The beggar has seen all kinds of people, and at a glance he can see that Laines is not a poor person. He rolled his eyes and said, "It depends on what you are here for. Don't look at my shabby clothes, what kind of goods are sold here, and who are the people here?" I know all about it."

"Follow me, all of these." Lyons looked at the beggar, as if he was evaluating whether he was reliable, "I came here to seek my life. Do you have any?"

The beggar was stunned for a while, then he smiled: "Do you want to live longer, or do you want to save lives?"

The answer was smart enough that Lyons knew that at least his piece of jerky was not in vain.

"Do I look like someone to save lives?"

The beggar was calculating, and saw the man beside him, with rare golden long hair under the linen hood and a high nose, he looked like a perfect beauty.

Immediately, he regarded Lioness as some kind of aristocrat who fled here with a canary.

"The black market is divided into grades, and there are some rotten goods outside." The beggar took out a gold-plated business card from his trouser pocket, "Go inside, if someone stops you, give this to him."

The old woman who was in the skin business nearby had a keen ear, and when she heard his words, she immediately swallowed a mouthful: "Damn, you bastard, you can cheat people in there. Hey, you are rich, go in there." It’s too late to come back, why don’t you spend a few more silver coins and sleep with our girl for one night!”

"Get out, you old//whore// son!" The red-haired beggar, not to be outdone, also cursed back, turned his head and laughed again at Lyons, "Don't listen to that old whore// whore nonsense, I know you What are you looking for, longevity! We have a kind of medicine, drinking it can make you live longer, and it has something to do with vampires. Am I right?"

Hearing this, Andre took another look at the red-haired beggar.Lioness threw a gold coin to the beggar, and left with the red-haired beggar's impassioned blessing of "Sir, there will be an angel to bless you".

Andre's ears hidden behind the blond hair moved, and he heard the beggar who tilted his head and bit the gold coin with his teeth laughing and muttering: "It's two fat sheep again, it's really profitable."

There are no twists and turns in the black market.Just a straight line.

Except for those who do skin and meat business will spend a lot of money to arrange a house with a charcoal fire in the rear, the rest are wrapped in cotton clothes and shouting in the cold wind.

The outer layer and the inner layer have distinct boundaries, and no one needs to name them, just like the hidden rules of this street market, which are printed in everyone's bones.

After a certain point, the "businessmen" dispersed, and even the drunkard had to choose to lie down elsewhere.

There is only a tower defense like an outpost, and there is a man warming up inside.Seeing Lioness and Andre coming, he opened the door and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lyons waved his business card in front of the man, dropped a small bag of gold coins, "I have something to do."

It is not easy to see golden gold coins in this kind of wilderness. When the man saw the business card, he paused for a moment, waved his hand and said, "Go in. Go straight in, go forward, there is a sign, as long as you are not blind. Look for it." You will know where there is light. Take it tomorrow and ask inside."

Then he hid back in his tower room with the gold in his pocket.

The business card is black as a whole, and the white smoky mist forms a flower, which is printed on the card.no words.

Lyons didn't see any tricks, so he followed the man's instructions and walked in.There were a few signboards nailed to the side of the road, with ugly handwriting, and ink was splashed on the wooden boards.

Sound reaches the senses before light.The street behind here is quite different from the one in front, warm and bright.

It was already night when Lyons and Andre arrived.

There are not only overnight hotels in the market, but also taverns and casinos.There was even a crude Colosseum in the open space.At this time, the torches were burning, and many people surrounded them howling.

Andre turned his head to glance, and there was a man wearing only his underwear standing on the stage, with injuries all over his body.Opposite him is a leopard with its mouth full of shame.

When Andre turned his head, he heard a scream and a howl of a contented animal.The smell of blood wafted far to the tip of his nose.

Lions found a tavern and booked a place to live.Holding two glasses of beer up to the tip of his nose, he pulled Andre over to find a place to sit down.

It is the lively time at night, but the excitement here is different from that of the North District market.There is more barbarism here, more violence, more cruelty of life passing by.

Andre loved graceful cruelty and hated rude destruction.It's been a hell of a place for him.

Even more inappropriately, Lioness pushed over a glass of beer and asked him, "Try it?"