"Thank you, I'll be back in the evening. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Joko stared at the two of them dumbfounded, wondering if they had made a mistake, he was the Ambassador of Greycastle!

After Otto left, before he could open his mouth to ask, Hill blocked all his dissatisfaction with one sentence, "This is also what His Majesty wants." ”

"Are you sure?" I represent the Grey Castle, what if the Lord of Dawn knows about this and the relationship between the two countries returns to the state it was before?"

"Not to mention whether Ampein Moya has the time to pay attention to such a trivial matter, even if he finds out, the witch is more important than the covenant. Hill said solemnly, "In fact, when selecting slaves, my men were already secretly watching for witches in the refugee population. ”

"The result?"

"Nothing," he shook his head, "either there are no witches at all among the refugees, or they are well hidden and have fully integrated into the natives." In short, if you can bring back a witch for your Majesty, he will reward you lavishly—you know how much His Majesty Roland values them. ”

Hearing that it was an old friend's request, Yoko agreed with a bitter face.

Forget it, it's time to open his eyes, he comforted himself in his heart that even Denise was not qualified to go, and he was also curious about what kind of slaves were sold inside.

By evening, Otto appeared punctually at the door of the mansion.

Joko followed him into a luxurious carriage with no insignia, which, in addition to a thick pile carpet, had two chains hanging from the roof, and at a glance it was clear what it was for.

"I can't believe you still have such a hobby," Joko whistled.

"Ahem...... It's not my car," Otto blushed slightly, "and if you want to cover people's eyes and ears and fix each other, only this kind of carriage is more suitable." ”

"You don't have to explain, I understand. He curiously touched the wrist buckle under the chain and said, "When this is over, can you lend me the car for a few days?"

"Of course, it's just a rental fee of fifty silver wolves a day, along with the coachman," Otto told the coachman of his destination, and found a comfortable position to lie down, "It's a bit far, you can rest a little." ”

"How long?"

"Almost half an hour, on the outskirts of Glow City. ”

"Won't you be able to come back today?" said Yoko, surprised, "and the gates will be closed when the sun has completely set?"

"Black money provides shelter and food, and in fact, the services you can buy in Glow City are available there. ”

"It sounds like a bazaar. ”

"Almost, the only difference is that it's built underground. "I've only been there once, so I don't know if the bidding steps have changed, but as long as I do what the guide says, there should be no problem." After photographing the witch, you don't have to wait until the whole show is over, you can go backstage and get someone, and then an attendant will arrange a room for you-"

"Wait......" Joko looked at him in surprise, "won't you come in with me?"

"There is only one invitation. ”

"What about the money?"

"This black letter is money," Otto smiled, "holding it is equivalent to getting the approval of the Chamber of Commerce, you just have to make an offer." ”

"Isn't there a limit?" Joko's eyes widened.

"Of course there is...... It's just that it's much higher than the price of witches, and according to the information I've gathered, the price of witches sold a few years ago was around a thousand gold, and now that His Majesty Ampein has ordered the witches to be eliminated, the price should be lower. ”

A thousand golden dragons! Yoko secretly said to himself, this group of upper-class nobles doesn't take money seriously, right? You must know that even if you play all the famous Fengyue places in the royal capital, you won't be able to spend so much money! Could it be that your level is too low, and you haven't been exposed to those really expensive games at all?

"Also...... In order to gain her trust, you'd better not touch her," Otto coughed twice, "after all, she's not a real slave, or else she might get into trouble on the way." ”

"Of course I understand that," Joko sighed, for it was the man His Majesty wanted, and he would not dare touch it if he was killed.

"Anyway, remember to put a hood on her when you come out, and we'll meet again tomorrow morning. ”

The carriage drove out of the city gates and headed westward, slowing down until the dusk was completely engulfed in night. As Otto had estimated, half an hour later, the two arrived at their destination.

At first glance, the exhibition hall looked like an ordinary dwelling, with a crooked fence enclosing an empty courtyard with a mud and straw hut in the middle, and behind the yard was bare farmland—the wheat had been harvested, and only clusters of bundled wheat stalks remained, like lumps growing out of the earth.

The only thing that caught the eye was the fact that there were a lot of flickering torches in the fields, apparently guarded nearby.

In addition, there is no checkpoint in front of the courtyard of a common house.

After checking the invitation, Otto and the accompanying guards all remained outside the courtyard, and Jokko followed the guide into the earthen house, and after following the wooden staircase in the center of the hall, through a narrow artificially dug passage, he entered a natural cave.

The cave was almost half the size of the royal square, and by the flickering light of the torches, he could see that there were many small dark holes on both sides, and he didn't know where it led.

The floor at the bottom of the cave has been re-polished and paved with flat tiles, and only the stalactites hanging from the top of the head can tell what the place was supposed to be, and many people have gathered here, as if they are waiting for the exhibition to begin.

Joko finally knew what Otto meant by "not so formal", and judging from this scene alone, it was not much different from a rat party.

"My lord, please come here. The guide led him to the seat marked on the black letter and sat down beside him, "I will serve you throughout this exhibition, and if you have any doubts about the goods, you can ask me." As he spoke, the soft breasts pressed against Joko's arms, and in the dim light, he could see her pointed chin and rosy lips under her mask.

"Is this also a type of service?" he unceremoniously stretched out his elbow, "What's your name?"

"Of course, my lord, you can call me number seventy-six," the other party replied angrily, but there was no confusion in the slightest.

Well, he retracted the preface, rats would never be able to train such squires. If each bidder had a guide, the cost alone would be impressive.

"But has it always been so dark here?" asked Joko, enjoying the soft touch on his arm, raising an eyebrow, "so I can't see the products on the stage at all." ”

"You'll find out soon," she chuckled.

As if to prove what Seventy-Six had said, the sound of metal grinding suddenly sounded at the top of the cavern, and then several iron cables slid down, each with a strange stone hanging from the end, and their light was several times brighter than a torch, and in an instant the booth in front of Joko was clearly illuminated.

The conversation in the cave died down.

The torches dimmed against the soft and bright light, and the whole cave seemed to be plunged into darkness, and the booth became the only bright place, the focus of everyone's attention.

A man in a tuxedo stepped onto the booth and bowed to the crowd.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time, and now I announce that the "Black Money" exhibition has officially begun!"