Walking into Larson City, looking around, the streets and alleys are filled with rare birds and beasts of different colors.

Those who fly in the sky, run on the ground, and those who can capture and dominate, have been tamed into mounts by humans for nearly a thousand years.

The nobles gathered here to find various rare fantasy beasts and show off their mounts that they bought with a lot of money. What's more, some merchants regarded this city far from the Holy Alliance as an underground auction market.

Because of the rampant undead in recent years, Larson's orthodox business has become increasingly depressed. The black-hearted businessman who is trying to make money has turned his attention to the black market, which mainly focuses on smuggling and trafficking.

Anything that is strictly prohibited for sale in the Holy Alliance can be found here.

The secret medicine of the Dark Mage, the pure handmade products of the Dark Elf, the rare mixed-race slaves in the Southern Continent, and even rare goods such as dragon crystals are also plucked up.

Although Sesil's appearance is very similar to the Fearing Beast Horse, the undead aura on its body cannot be hidden no matter what. Therefore, in order to find a mount that can replace it, Roland, who was originally going to Neo, came to Larson to see if he could find a phantom beast that suits him.

Larson obviously did not have the energy at night in the early morning, but since the transactions of riding beasts were basically during the day, even the trading area that was already called a worse than that of the locals was still crowded.

Because it is a trading city, the lord made a special trip to move out of the most prosperous area of ​​the city. The cross street called "trading area" is full of shops, from clothing to food, weapons, and medicines.

Vendors bragging and selling their goods abound, Roland was pulled over by a boy standing outside the door as he walked past an old house at the end of the street.

"This guest!! Come and see the best blacksmith shop in the city, and you must have something to give you."

"Hey? I'm not here to buy things..." I was shocked to be grabbed by someone's sleeve. Roland turned around suddenly, but found that he was a human child who was only as tall as his waist. He was so thin that he had only a pair of eyes and was a little energetic.

"Please, the master hasn't taken over the business for half a year, we are almost starving to death..." The boy didn't give up and grabbed Roland's cuffs tightly, but refused to let go.

From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the back of the right and found that the boy's other companion was also pulling other passers-by, but he was kicked away with a rough kick.

Roland sighed and allowed the other party to drag himself into the dim low room.

As soon as she walked in, she found that the walls here were full of weapons.

Single-edged long sword, double-edged big sword, long spear, short axe, and even the knight's thin sword were all available. There were several wooden racks piled up in the two corners of the wall, supporting several pairs of silver-toned armor.

Good craftsmanship...

Although the light was not very good, Roland still saw clearly that these weapons were made of excellent Mithril forged.

Mithril is a rare ore produced only in the Eastern Continent. How could this blacksmith use such a large amount of use? How could he be so depressed that he had no food to eat?

Could it be...these children are just a bitter plan to win over customers?

After carefully looking around the room, Roland overturned his previous thoughts.

There is no other blacksmith shop here, it is deserted. If it weren't for the weapons and armor scattered in the room, no one would believe it was a blacksmith shop.

"Pick a suitable weapon, the price is very cheap..." Before the boy finished speaking, an old man rushed out of the inner room, grabbed the boy and dragged him behind him.

"Barry, how many times have I said, don't bring strangers back!!"

The very strange tone speaks a language that does not belong to the local one, and may not understand it in the ears of the locals, but Roland clearly recognized that this was the Morgan language family, one of the oldest indigenous languages ​​in the East Continent.

"It's rare. There are even limestone dwarves in such a remote mountainous area in the Southern Continent." The smooth common word of the Eastern Continent immediately made the old man scolding the child stop his yelling.

"East Mainland Language...who are you?!" Borman stared at the stranger in his room with alert.

Although the identity of a woman and her thin body shape will not attract ordinary people's attention, just because she can understand her own language is enough to be alert to the old dwarf.

"A passerby was going to sell a beast suitable for traveling far away, but he didn't want to be dragged in by the child... so he decided to buy a weapon to take action." Roland said that he had no malice and just wanted to buy something, but he didn't expect that the dwarf did not relax his vigilance after hearing her explanation, but he sneered.

"How much did that guy Vaux pay you to perform this show? Get out, liar, I won't be fooled by you!!"

"Ah?" Seeing that the old dwarf took a short axe from the wall and was about to rush over, Roland had to withdraw from the blacksmith shop.

bump!!

The wooden door was closed heavily, and Roland, who was scolded inexplicably, had to turn around and leave, and continue to look for the merchant who sells beasts.

Leaving the ordinary trading area and walking to a street with large groups of wooden blocks, Roland discovered her target here.

The smell of the beasts filled the entire street, and the vendors shouted loudly, praising their goods.

After browsing casually, Roland was a little disappointed.

Because of the possibility of entering and leaving dangerous areas and the frequent appearance of humans around me, the chance of using the dream demon was greatly reduced. The church and the holy empire could not be allowed to target him again. Roland had to set his sights on the higher illusion beast "Thunderbird" that only Savardo had.

This flying phantom beast with a very similar appearance to the monster Iki is a thunder system. It not only moves quickly and is sensitive, but also has an IQ that is no less than that of humans, and is just right for yourself who want to travel around.

But Roland, who was not knowledgeable enough, made a mistake. It is still summer and the thunderbirds will not migrate to the lake near Larson in autumn.

Adult thunderbirds are not only huge in size, but also use thunder elements, which is extremely difficult to catch. Humans catch young birds when they are leading young birds to the Elf Forest, and they are a little bit suitable for taming and selling them.

In the rainy summer, you can't see the thunderbirds at all.

Therefore, Roland went around the entire trading area but couldn't find what he wanted now.

"Thunderbird?" When she asked a vendor, the other party explained Roland's doubts with a smile. "That thing can only be sold in winter. Now is the season for foot lizards. If an ordinary businessman is better to buy a docile foot lizard. Thunderbird is not suitable for a girl like you, and... do you have that much money to buy? Thunderbird is a high-end product and is very expensive."

"You misunderstood. My master urgently needs a powerful mount that can travel far and wide. I heard that this is the largest trading place in the Southern Continent, so I came to take a look." Seeing that the merchant was a little suspicious, Roland quickly changed the subject and avoided the merchant continuing to guess how a girl dressed in an ordinary person would buy such an expensive beast.

Then, she handed out a few silver coins as the cost of inquiring about the news.

"That's it..." After looking around, seeing no one nearby, the merchant leaned closer and whispered in Roland's ear, "A black market transaction is going to be held here at night. I heard that the nobles nearby rushed over just to auction the precious items tonight."

Unexpectedly, she would be revealed that this kind of news that is usually only circulated in special channels. It was not until Roland left the trading area that she understood why the merchant told her about this news that should not be easily spread.

Although she was very cautious, the coins she paid when she asked for information were special currency taken from Allen, with the pentagram of Tarasha engraved. The merchant who knew the goods recognized it immediately, of course, he regarded Roland's self-proclaimed "master" as a certain nobleman or a big man with Tarasha.

Turning to the uninhabited alley, Roland turned on the magical voice transmission on his thumb.

"Andre, Larson is going to hold a black market transaction soon. Will Tarasha send someone?" If so, Roland decided to leave immediately.

Anyway, if she continues to stay, not only will she get entangled, but the stalker she finally gets rid of will be embellished with her.

"No, it's too close to the Mist Forest. Tarasha has an agreement with the White Elf to never invade the border between Porivia and Gaoyan City. So... the black market you are talking about was not opened by Tarasha." Andre, who was a lich who was in charge of entering the South Continental Mage Council as a night elf mage, not only continued to use his real name, but also became an elder, which made him steal some secrets that were only circulated within the Magic Association.

Tarasha not only has the Blood Wing Mercenary, but also absorbs the followers established by the Dark Mage, but also a terrifying terrorist group.

In addition, auctions such as underground black markets are also within the business scope of Tarasha. With its strong strength, it gradually controlled the smuggling groups outside the Sacred Alliance of the Southern Continent and secretly manipulated these merchants from various small countries.

When Roland heard that Larson, who was on the border, also had an underground black market, Andre couldn't help but have the idea of ​​inquiring.

"Can the President personally go to the auction secretly held in Larson tonight?"

"I'm not interested in the black market." Without thinking, Roland refused his request.

"Don't refuse so quickly. You must know that more than half of the black markets in the entire continent belong to Tarasha. Although the border is not our territory, I must know what force is quietly running to the border with me. You must know that there is a region of white elves and high rock dwarves, and even Tarasha dare not enter easily..."

"You mean, the undead?!" Thinking of this possibility, Roland fell into deep thought.

According to Andrei's analysis, this is indeed possible.

Larson is close to the Mist Forest, with a strong elemental power and is fully qualified to summon the Gate of the Underworld.

If this is the case, then I have to go to the auction.

"Then I'll be waiting for the president's reply at the headquarters." Cut off the magical transmission, Andre knew that Roland would not refuse any possibility of being involved with the undead, and he could wait for the result with peace of mind.

"This profiteer..." Rolandben wanted to ask again why he did not refute the rumors about the "president", but Andre had disconnected.
Chapter completed!