Dark Demon Warlock

"How do you sell herring?"

"Ten Finneys a piece."

"So expensive! Where's the cod?"

"Forty pfennig?"

"Where's the salmon?"

"Fifty pfennig."

In the morning, at the fish market next to Sigrid Pier, Art was asking about the price of sea fish.

Tossing and tossing for half the night last night, it was almost dawn after the test, so he simply replaced sleep with meditation.

After the meditation, I suddenly had the idea of ​​wanting to eat seafood, so I came here.

Sigrid Wharf is the largest wharf in Pudera City, the kind that can dock cruise ships. It is named after Sigrid Garcia, the daughter of the builder Ernest Garcia, which means a beautiful victory.

Ordinary people naturally have no chance to get their hands on the business in the dock, but it is still possible to hang out outside.

Some tourists from other places also like to visit the local specialty market.

So Sigrid Market came into being.

With this name, it is naturally impossible for ordinary people to build it, and ordinary businessmen do not have such financial resources. It is said that the families of several noble officials in the city jointly built it, and then rented out the stalls to earn some pocket money, saving worry and effort.

I just didn't expect this model to be a big success!

Over the past ten years, the scale of the market has become larger and larger, covering various commodities.

The aquatic product market is its next sub-market.

Nowadays, not only foreign tourists, but also many local people come here to purchase.

The predecessor was born inland, and it was the first time he ate seafood after he came to Pudera City, and then he fell in love with the taste.

It's just because the money is spent on cultivation, I can only eat a few times a year, and I still go to the aquatic product market to buy ingredients by myself, and then cook by myself.

Therefore, I have a general understanding of the price of sea fish.

This guy's offer was 4 or 5 times more expensive than what he knew!

Going to other stalls, the quotations are similar.

This is because he has a tender face, unlike those who come here often, and he doesn't have a local accent, so he is slaughtered like a fat sheep!

Moreover, they bother to hide it!

The stall owners who he had asked for prices stood there, arms folded, watching him with a sneer on their faces.

All big men.

Obviously, they are not fishermen who set up stalls themselves, but stalls controlled by a certain force!

After Yate asked a few, he stopped going and left directly.

He just wanted to eat some seafood, but he encountered such a bad thing.

Forget it, don't eat!

At the entrance of the aquatic product market, two soldiers in blue and white navy uniforms watched the whole scene.

After Art left, the taller soldier with the short beard couldn't help complaining, "Are you leaving?"

"Could it be left to be slaughtered?" The more handsome soldier said lazily.

"No, this guy is too spineless, he has no temper at all after being bullied like this!"

"Like you, you just use your hands without using your brain. Are you fined to be on duty in this kind of place?"

"That's better than being spineless!"

"It's not that he's spineless, he's just not as reckless as you. Just wait, there will definitely be a follow-up to this matter."

"Same type as you?"

"What does it mean to be the same type as me! Forget it, it's up to you how you understand it."

Both of them were punished by their families to come here to be on duty. They were bored, but they couldn't skip the shift. What happened just now was a good seasoning for them.

But it's just a flavoring agent. If you taste it, you won't take it seriously, and you won't really pay attention to the follow-up development.

Who knows how long it will be.

By then, they would have already left, so why would they care about such trivial matters.

...

"Mr. Art Byron?"

As soon as Yate walked out of the aquatic products market, he met a navy soldier looking for him head-on.

The affairs of the port are not owned by the government, but managed by the navy, so most of the staff here are navy soldiers.

"I am." Art stopped, trying to figure out the other party's intentions.

In his perception, the other party was not malicious.

However, apart from Matt Isaac, he doesn't remember anything about his predecessor's involvement with the Navy.

"Our major wants to see you!" The other party said directly.

Although it was an invitation, there was no room for him to refuse.

"Who is your major?" Arthur asked tentatively.

"Baron Moore Lane." The other party answered frankly.

"Let's go." Art thought for a while, but he had never heard of this name.

The other party drove a car.

After the two got into the car, they drove more than 100 meters away and came to a small three-story building.

An office building.

Art met the staff at work on the first floor.

However, the two did not go in, but went straight up the stairs to the third floor.

Outside a spacious office.

The door of the office was open, and one could see inside at a glance.

A large and thick mahogany desk, with some office supplies and a few thick books on it, and a few oil paintings hanging on the wall behind, with figures and landscapes, and the key point is that they are all signed, but it’s a pity that Art doesn’t have any of them. know.

To the right of the desk is a row of filing cabinets.

On the left hand side hung a chart that took up half of the wall.

A white youth stood in front of the chart.

Not very old, probably no more than 30 years old, slender and strong, about 185cm tall, blond, blue eyes, protruding eyebrows, sunken eye sockets, slightly narrow nose bridge, hooked front, vertical cheeks, as if cut by a knife, compared to Ordinary people are slightly longer and quite majestic.

The same blue and white navy uniform, but with an armband belonging to the major.

This is a very ambitious man - anyone who winks at him will have such an idea the moment they see him.

He had already turned around when he heard the movement at the door.

"Report Major, Mr. Art Byron brought it!" The soldier saluted politely.

"Okay, you go down." Moore Lane nodded slightly, and then said to Art: "Mr. Byron, please come in."

Arthur walked in a little stiffly.

However, he quickly adjusted his state and returned to normal.

This guy is actually a professional, and his strength is much stronger than him!

After getting used to the benefits brought by high mental value, he can't help but use this perception method when observing people or things, just like last night when he looked at the nothingness channel in the portal, if he just observed with the naked eye, it would be useless. There will be such a big reaction, only a newborn calf like him, who doesn't understand anything, will rashly use mental perception.

Just observed Moore Lane in the same way, and the result was like banging his head on a door frame!

It's just that his stature is stiff, which is already considered lucky for him.

This time I really learned my lesson.

"It's impolite to use your spirit to perceive others rashly!" Moore Ryan said to Art after closing the door.

"Sorry." It was indeed his fault, Yate apologized honestly, but immediately said: "It seems impolite to stare at the guests like this!"

It's not that he refuses to suffer, but that he must make it clear.

How would you feel if a man kept staring at you after closing the door?

He felt as if a group of ants were crawling around in his clothes, which made him very uncomfortable.