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At night, Ian gathered the three of them.

There were soldiers standing guard outside, but all of them were fishing and no one was paying attention.

In the darkness, Ian easily led them away from the pioneering land and took out the map.

The destination is the largest town nearby, Mutos Town. Only big towns will have black markets, and Mutos Town is not far from this pioneering land. In order to deal with possible riots caused by refugees, most of the pioneering lands have established Being on the edge of large towns where legions are garrisoned also makes it easier to provide some early support to the refugees, screen out some skilled refugees, and recruit them as cheap labor to work within the towns.

After about an hour and a half of walking, Ian saw streets and houses made of stones.

Gathering places within the wall rarely have things like city walls and moats.

A fifty-meter wall is the best city wall. All political 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 city walls to respond to the enemy, so city walls will only be built in certain important locations permitted by the government.

Mutos Town is not that kind of place.

Ian and his group took a small road and sneaked into the town. This was also Ian's first time in Mutos Town. The tavern was a good place to inquire about information. If you wanted to find the location of the black market, it was the right place to go.

In a certain stone alley, Ian found a lively pub.

"You go to the bridge and wait for me. I will come out to find you after asking for good news," Ian said.

"I'm going too!" Allen said.

"We are all children. If there are too many people, we will attract attention." Ian: "Don't make trouble at this time. Didn't you agree? You must obey me in everything in this town."

Ian pushed Allen away and walked to the pub alone.

Eren clenched his fists, but had no choice but to be pulled to the opposite side of the arch bridge by Armin and Mikasa to wait.

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

He came to the bar, took out a silver coin from his arms, put it on the table, and said, "Boss, an uncle just 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."

"Really?" The bar owner heard that a group of refugees came during the day. They should be the soldiers responsible for escorting the refugees.

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

He was given a silver coin when he came up. He was a generous spender.

The bar owner thought for a while, opened the drawer, took out a wooden coin and put it in Ian's hand: "Little brother, give this coin to the uncle and ask him to go to Tucker Lane to find a woman selling alcohol, and say Old Jack introduced me."

"Okay." Ian accepted the coin but didn't leave, still staring at the tavern owner.

The boss took two copper coins to send Ian away. It was normal to ask for a tip. He took one silver coin and already made a lot of money.

Just now he was a little confused as to why the soldier didn't come in by himself, but Ian behaved like a smart kid. I'm afraid it was Ian who struck up a conversation with the soldier and earned a couple of tips. He didn't have any doubts anymore. Think of this as a small and insignificant thing in ordinary life.

Ian left the tavern and joined the three of Allen.

"How's it going? Did you hear anything?" Armin asked.

"Let's go to Tucker Lane." Ian took out the wooden coin in his hand: "We will enter the black market later. No matter what happens, you guys don't say anything, don't panic, just stay behind me."

In Tucker Lane, Ian found a wine warehouse where lamp oil was still burning at night.

A woman wearing a headscarf was guarding there, and Ian asked Allen and the three of them to cover their faces and put on the cloaks made of old cloth during the day.

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

It was a wide underground space, with some drunk men holding scantily clad women in their arms, and gunpowder and guns being sold on the street stalls.

Purchasing a gun through formal channels requires various reviews, but guns on the black market can be purchased with just money.

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

The main business here is the business of weapons, casinos and women. Even three-dimensional mobile devices can be purchased here. As long as there is enough money, almost any desire of a person can be satisfied on the black market.

Of course, money alone is not enough, you must also have the power and force to intimidate others.

The four people wore cloaks and walked in the black market. Although their bodies were not mature yet, as long as they did not speak or show their faces, no one would regard them as children.

But even so, the three people except Ian felt extremely nervous.

Especially Armin, his legs were shaking, thinking that if they were discovered, they would die here.

It is also difficult for Allen and Mikasa to maintain their mentality. There are many people with guns here. They hang their guns naked in order to tell others that I am not easy to mess with.

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

Only Ian walked calmly at the front, leading the way for them, and they could only follow behind Ian.

Ian found an arms dealer. This shop sold three-dimensional mobile devices. Their backend was too large to make a small profit from the gunpowder.

Ian took out the wheat gunpowder in his pocket and talked to the merchant guarding the shop: "Sir, our gentleman wants you to see his goods."

"Kid, how did you get in?" The businessman frowned: "This is not a place for children. We don't accept children's things."

"You should know that a group of refugees arrived nearby yesterday." Ian showed the flintlock gun on his waist: "There is a gentleman over there in the pioneer land who wants to sell a batch of goods and wants you to take a look."

The businessman fell silent and made eye contact with the armed guards standing on both sides.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and the three people behind Ian had their hearts in their throats.

The businessman observed Ian silently. Although this child looked very young, he seemed to be very familiar with the black market environment. There was no sign of panic at all. He must be a veteran.

The gun on his waist was a pistol model commonly used by the military police regiment, so the businessman concluded that Ian was sent by a certain superior.