"Thank you, I'll visit again tonight."
Yorko stared at the two of them dumbfounded, always wondering if they had made a mistake, he was the ambassador of Greycastle!
After Otto left, before he had time to ask questions, Hill blocked all his dissatisfaction with a single sentence, "This is also what Your Majesty hopes."
Yorko raised his forehead and said, "Are you sure? I represent Greycastle. If the Lord of Dawn knows about this and the relationship between the two countries returns to the previous state, what should we do?"
"Let's not talk about whether Ampein Moa has the time to pay attention to such trivial matters. Even if he finds out, the witch is more important than the covenant." Hill said solemnly, "In fact, when choosing slaves, my subordinates There has been a surreptitious look at whether there are witches in the refugee population."
"The results of it?"
"Nothing," he shook his head. "Either there are no witches among the refugees, or they are well hidden and completely integrated with the locals. In short, if you can bring back a witch for His Majesty, he will definitely reward you. —You know how much His Majesty Roland values them."
Hearing that it was an old friend's request, Yorko agreed with a bitter face.
Forget it, just go to open his eyes, he comforted himself in his heart, even Denise was not qualified to go, and he was curious about what slaves were sold there.
By evening, Otto appeared at the gate of the mansion on time.
Yorko followed him into a luxury carriage without an emblem. In addition to the thick fleece carpet, there were actually two chains hanging from the roof, and at a glance he knew what it was used for.
"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby," Yorko whistled.
"Cough cough... This is not my car," Otto blushed slightly, "If you want to cover people's eyes and ears, but also to fix each other, only this kind of carriage is more suitable."
"You don't need to explain, I understand." He curiously touched the wrist buckle under the chain. "When this is over, can you lend me the car for a few days?"
"Of course, it's just the rental fee of fifty silver wolves a day, together with the driver," Otto told the driver of his destination, and then found a comfortable position to lie down, "The journey is a bit long, you can rest a little. "
"how long?"
"Almost half an hour, on the outskirts of Glorious City."
"Isn't it impossible to come back today?" Yorko was surprised. "After the sun completely sets, the city gate will be closed?"
"Dark money provides shelter and food, in fact, the services you can buy in Shining City are provided there."
"Sounds like a fair."
"Almost, the only difference is that it is built underground." Otto introduced, "I have only been there once, and I don't know if the bidding steps have changed, but as long as you follow the guide's instructions, there should be no problem. After leaving the witch, you don't need to wait until the whole exhibition is over, go backstage to lead people, and then there will be attendants to arrange a room for you-"
"Wait..." Yorko looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you going in with me?"
"There is only one invitation letter."
"What about the money?"
"This black letter is money," Otto smiled, "holding it is equivalent to the approval of the Chamber of Commerce, you just need to quote."
"Is there no upper limit?" Yorko's eyes widened.
"Of course there is... It's just far higher than the price of witches. According to the information I collected, the price of witches sold a few years ago was around a thousand gold. Now that His Majesty An Pein has ordered the eradication of witches, the transaction price should be lower. Some."
A thousand golden dragons! Yorko secretly stunned, these upper-class nobles don't take money too seriously? You must know that even if you play all the famous Fengyue places of Wangdu, you can't spend so much money! Is it because his level is too low, and he has never been exposed to those really expensive gameplay
"Besides... in order to gain her trust, you'd better not touch her," Otto coughed twice, "after all, she is not a real slave, otherwise it may cause trouble during the transportation."
"Of course I understand this," Yorko sighed, he was the one your Majesty wanted, and he wouldn't dare to touch him even if he was killed.
"Anyway, remember to put a hood on her when you come out, and we'll meet tomorrow morning."
After the carriage drove out of the city gate, it ran all the way to the west, until the dusky afterglow was completely engulfed by the night, and the driving speed slowed down. Similar to what Otto had estimated, the two arrived at their destination after half an hour.
At first glance, the exhibition venue looks no different from ordinary houses. A sloping fence encloses an empty yard. In the middle stands an earthen house made of mud and straw. Behind the yard is the bare farmland—the wheat has been harvested. Only bunches of bundled straws remained, like knots growing out of the ground.
The only thing that stood out was that there were lots of dangling torches lit in the fields, and there were apparently people guarding them nearby.
Moreover, there are no checkpoints in front of the courtyard gates of ordinary houses.
After checking the invitation letter, Otto and the accompanying guards all stayed outside the courtyard. Yorko followed the guide into the earthen house, followed the wooden ladder in the center of the hall all the way down, and after passing through a narrow artificially excavated passage, he walked into a natural cave.
The hole was about half the size of the Royal Capital Square. With the light of the flickering torches, he could still see many dark holes on both sides, leading to nowhere.
The ground at the bottom of the cave has been re-polished and covered with flat floor tiles. Only the bell stone hanging from the top of the head can see the original appearance of this place. Many people have gathered here, and they seem to be waiting for the exhibition. start.
Yorko finally knew what Otto meant by "less formal". Judging from this scene, it was really not much different from a mouse party.
"Sir, this way please." The guide took him to the seat marked on the black letter and sat down beside him, "I will serve you throughout this exhibition. If you have any doubts about the products, you can Ask me." While speaking, the other party pressed her soft chest to Yorko's arm, and in the dim light, he could see her pointed chin and rosy lips under her mask.
"Is this also a kind of service?" He stretched his elbow unceremoniously. "What's your name?"
"Of course, my lord, you can call me number seventy-six," the other party said in a sullen voice, but he answered without any confusion.
Well, he retracted the foreword, the mouse would never train such a servant. If every bidder had a lead, the cost alone would be staggering enough.
"But is it always so dark here?" Yorko asked, enjoying the soft touch on his arm, raising his eyebrows and asking, "I can't see the goods on the stage at all."
"You'll find out soon," she chuckled.
As if to prove what No. 76 said, the sound of metal friction suddenly sounded at the top of the hole, and then several iron cables slipped down, and a strange stone hung from the end of each iron cable. It has to be lit several times, and the booth in front of Yorko is clearly illuminated in an instant.
The chatter in the cave immediately subsided.
Against the background of the soft and bright light, the torches appear even darker, the whole cave seems to be plunged into darkness, and the booth becomes the only bright place and the focus of everyone's attention.
A man in a tuxedo stepped onto the booth and bowed to the crowd.
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