The Mad Prince's Three Wishes:

The first, looking for Turan and protecting his twin sister;

The second is to kill the two traitors who betrayed the Eastern Kingdom and personally led the armies of the Blood Alliance into the Imperial City, their names, one is Romu, and the other is called Jia Kun, who is the one who stands next to Roman II.

This is the truth of revenge.

Although there is no longer the entanglement of resentment, the night is free, and there is no need to continue to entangle. But deep in the heart, there is always a voice shouting:

"Revenge!" "Revenge!"

……

The revelry continued, and because of the riots on the eve of the gods' birthday, Roman II was so worried about it that he not only sent additional guards to be stationed around the arena, but also raised the security level at night several notches.

The gladiators were also strictly supervised, and in order to quench the slaves from some undesirable thoughts, the food supply was halved from the third day after the rebellion, and the hundred victors were encouraged to fight each other, and the hundred people would receive more than twice the food supply, and instead of the coarse sawdust bread and pig soup, the mold vegetable soup like pig food, the soft and delicious long bread, bacon, and delicious fish soup.

Under the temptation of all kinds of treatment given to the strong, the hearts of the people were shattered incredibly quickly.

Mutual hatred, mutual wariness, and mutual suspicion began to sprout in the gladiator community, with an ironic end in which the treatment was increased and the pursuit of freedom was wiped out in an instant.

However, this means nothing to the already free Night.

Granted pardon by the King, he is now a gladiator instructor who teaches new seeds at the gladiator academy, and occasionally takes on one or two battles in person, but the scope is no longer limited to the gladiatorial arena.

……

Roman City, the aristocratic district, the figure of the night walked out of a luxurious mansion, and several attendants diligently led the way. It can be clearly seen that Cangye has a full money bag pinned to his waist, and every step will collide with a crisp and pleasant sound.

He was invited to give a private performance for a certain nobleman, and he was paid for three consecutive performances, and was paid a total of nearly a hundred gold coins. This is the second week of the night since she was freed, and to date seven nobles have invited her to perform in thirteen private salon balls.

In just half a month, Cangye has accumulated more than 1,000 gold coins.

In the eyes of the nobles and the royal family, the mad prince who destroyed the kingdom was not as crazy as the legend, and he never did anything heinous in the four years since he was sent to the gladiatorial arena, not even the rebellion of Spartacus.

As a result, Cangye won the trust of the nobles, so they had a two-day holiday once a month to go out, but only within the city, not outside the city.

Slowly walking out of the clean, fragrant, beautiful and neat aristocratic district, the night turned and entered a deep alley, through which he had come to the slum.

It had just rained today, and the waterlogged road was already muddy, and the smell of garbage and feces was even more disgusting. For this place, there is an indescribable joy in Cangye's heart.

Only the people of the slums did not know themselves, and the people here could not afford to pay the entrance fee of a single silver coin to the Colosseum, and a bunch of destitute people lived here, looking at the passing people with numb or malicious eyes.

Maybe it was because he saw the saber on Cangye's waist, and no one dared to act rashly.

Although they were freemen, they lived in poverty like slaves.

The pace of the night suddenly accelerated, today was not his holiday, after the performance for the great nobles, he had to return to the gladiatorial arena before dark, otherwise he would be punished with three lashes.

Therefore, time is limited.

Past the next entrance, Nightshade turned and entered a broken courtyard.

Rough shouts, loud swearing, whip swinging, and some kind of unear-stopping moaning came from within.

It's a gathering place for gangsters in the slums, who are doing some evil things. When Lei Chuan walked in to see, he saw a middle-aged woman tied to a pillar and beaten desperately by a guy with a scar on her face, with a bed next to it, and a girl with a somewhat similar face to a woman was held down by several men at the same time, making a miserable scream, but this aroused the beastly desire of the men who committed the murder.

The footsteps of the night immediately attracted the fierce gaze of a bunch of people.

For the sake of safety, but also to cover up their identities, Cang Ye has a face with a face, a carving of teeth and claws, and a mysterious temperament that makes this group of villains suspicious.

"The white wolf is here?"

Cangye was the first to break the silence and said slowly in a calm tone.

"I am."

A man with a scar on his face and a wolf-like ferocious look in his eyes stepped out of the crowd. With just one glance, the night can make a judgment of "no threat".

"What is the matter with me, sir?"

The white wolf's tone was a little respectful, I have to say, it is worthy of being the leader who controls several streets at the same time and has more than 100 people under his hands.

This person absolutely can't be provoked!

Cangye simply and clearly stated the purpose of his visit:

"I'm going to the black market."

"Of course no problem, Mr. is just ......"

There was a hint of flattery on the white wolf's face, and only the tips of four fingers were gently twisted.

Cang Ye didn't understand what the other party meant by asking for money, and immediately threw out a gold coin. The flickering arc was immediately grasped by the white wolf, and the gang leader looked at the night with a little more respect.

"Sir, please come with me."

……

There is also a crypt tunnel under the courtyard, through which you can go to the location of the black market.

There are always many evils hidden in human society, and the black market is a place for some criminals to conduct illegal transactions, and some of them are still sold by the kingdom and even the blood alliance.

"As long as you have enough money, you can buy anything on the black market!"

This is a phrase that has been circulating among Anno players, and once upon a time, the night even saw the heirs of the gods bundled up and sold at the Devil's Market in the Purgatory Plane.

In an abandoned street that is closed all around, dozens of small stalls are set up, and both buyers and sellers cover their faces. When it comes to criminal dealings, it's common to disguise your identity.

The white wolf is only one of the guides of the black market, and his job is to guide those who want to enter the black market.

When you walk into the streets at night, each stall will have several large cages, which contain people, heretics who do not believe in Caligula, or ordinary people or even nobles who have offended the powerful.

A girl in a cage even had the words "Daughter of Duke XX" hanging on it.

Why are humans so keen to sell their own kind?

It's a question that Nightshade can't understand, but luckily, he didn't come to the black market for that purpose.

Halfway down the street, Nightnight bought a short knife, a bottle of poison, and a dead soul.

The so-called dead souls are dead slaves, and even dead slaves have value, such as buying some dead slaves who have not been written off on the slave roster, and using immigration as an excuse to apply to the state for ownerless wasteland, and then mortgage the land together with the list of dead slaves to the government to make a profit.

There was something special about the Necronoient that Nightnight had purchased, it was a slave from the East, who looked to be about the same age as Night, with a thin stature, some dark skin, and unusual scars on his body after death.

He was tortured to death.

All this cost Cangye nearly two hundred gold coins, one-fifth of the total property.

However, just as Cangye wanted to leave, a crisp bell suddenly rang, attracting everyone's attention. This is a symbol of the beginning of a special auction.

The auction was expected to take place every two or three months, and each time there were some unusual knick-knacks, and Nightnight remembered that Spartacus was only bought back by the owner of the Central Arena when he appeared at the auction.

The first item to appear was a certificate of noble origin, which started at 5,000 gold coins, but was coaxed to over 20,000 gold coins in less than two minutes.

The status of the nobility is an indispensable proof for some large merchants, with which they can enter the upper class without worrying about being exploited by some greedy lions.

In the end, the certificate of noble blood was sold for nearly 35,000 gold coins, which made Cangye have a deeper understanding of the energy and background of the black market, and he also learned about the existence of the black market by chance.

Immediately afterwards, after a fiefdom power of attorney was sold at a price of 200,000, the atmosphere on the field was also hyped to the climax.

The next item is a knife.

An incredibly long single-sided straight-edged knife, with a length of four feet to five feet, typical of the Oriental style, the blade is long and narrow, full of scale-shaped patterns, and the handle is equally slender, made of pure gold, inlaid with agate, diamonds and oriental jade, forming a snake-like pattern that is not a snake.

Seeing this weapon, Cangye's pupils contracted, and he muttered to himself:

"Dragon's Scales ......"