"How can that be? When you entered the secret passage, I was watching you the whole time." The smile on the old man's lips widened. "Look, isn't that comrade of yours being abandoned on the spot by you?"
"When we come out of the market, we will definitely come and take him away. What does this have to do with you?" Devitt said with a dissatisfied look.
It was really displeasing to hear someone mention a soldier who had just lost his life so frivolously.
"I'm worried that before you guys come back, your comrades' corpses will be gone. After all, Rainbow likes to eat such fresh flesh and blood the most." The old man raised his hand and pointed at the wall.
"Ahhhh!" a few soldiers cried out in alarm.
The protruding parts of the wall were emitting multicolored light. Devitt and the others originally thought that they were colorful stones that were installed on the wall for illumination. However, after the soldiers came closer and looked carefully, they actually found scales densely covered on them and shallow transparent blood vessels.
There was actually a giant snake hidden in the four walls of this secret passage.
Claremont felt a cold sweat break out on his back.
"Don't be nervous. I'm just here to remind you." The old man maintained the smile on his face and continued, "I've watched the door here for many years. I have to find a way to make a living."
Devitt glanced at the corpse of Fullock not far behind him. He asked the old man, "How much is this business of yours?"
"10 gold coins." The old man smiled and gestured with his index finger.
"10 gold coins!" a cry of surprise came from the group of warriors.
"10 gold coins, we can give it to you. However, not only do you have to help us keep the corpse of this soldier, but you also have to tell us the situation of the road ahead," Devitt said word by word.
He was already aware of the strangeness of this market controlled by the Centaurs. In order to safely escape from it, he had to seize the opportunity to ask for information at the beginning.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Sure." The old man said with interest, "However, the people who stay in this market are all good people who follow the rules. What would you like to know?"
"Who is the organizer of this market?" Devitt asked.
"Of course, it is organized by the top forces of all the races on the island." The old man smiled, "You will know when you go in and take a look. The forces of one race can not support the business transportation of this market."
"What can we get from this market?" Claremont threw out another question.
The old man paused for a moment and said, "As long as there's something you want to buy, it will be sold in this market."
"Are there any special rules in this market?" Devitt thought for a moment and asked the last question.
The old man smiled lightly and said, "This market is a kaleidoscope. There are different rules for different people. If you want me to tell you in detail, then forget it."
After receiving the old man's reply, Devitt stood still for a while. Finally, he took out ten shiny gold coins from his bosom. He sprinkled them in the old man's hand.
"Hehe." The old man shook the gold coins in his hand twice. After giving Devitt a deep look, he disappeared in front of everyone.
"Let's continue forward," Devitt ordered.
This secret passage was not as long as they had imagined. After a while, Devitt and the others stood in front of another door at the end of the secret passage.
"Click..." Devitt turned the lock of the door solemnly.
All kinds of noises surged toward the people standing at the door like a tide.
The flowing light on the colorful snake in the secret passage also disappeared at this moment.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"What is this place?" a soldier couldn't help but ask as he looked back and forth.
The secret passage was pitch-black, and what was displayed in front of them was the air that was as large as a workshop, illuminated by the dark blue light.
The room seemed to be filled with hazy smoke.
Although he felt that people were walking in front of him, he couldn't see anyone's face clearly.
"How strange," Abel said.
When he tried to cast a spell to remove the smoke in front of him, he found that he could not see anything around him.
The white smoke was like the bricks and soil under his feet. It was an existence that was fixed in this room.
"I can't see the way clearly at all," Claremont said with a frown.
"Let's go," Devitt said.
Everyone could only follow the figure of the person in front of them as they groped their way forward, blending into the crowd.
PA!
An ear-piercing sound of whipping came from the right side of the group.
The soldiers looked over and saw a tiger-skinned girl with a collar around her neck kneeling on the ground. In front of her was a middle-aged man in uniform who was holding a whip.
The man was beating the girl who was lying on the ground as he yelled at the outside.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"Disgusting..." Claremont saw the scene and turned his head away.
As the team moved forward, the scouts noticed more naked boys and girls who were locked in the nutrition cabin. Many of them were injured.
Devitt sighed and said with patience, "Let's go out as soon as we find a place to supply food."
"Actually, I really want to know if there's a shop that provides food," Claremont said with a complicated expression as he rubbed his temples.
The two of them walked silently for a while. They saw a shop on the street in their field of vision. There was a butcher shop that had cut meat all over the chopping board at the entrance.
"Is that a butcher shop?" Claremont asked in surprise.
"It should be." Devitt looked at the shop, hope burning in his eyes.
Claremont didn't say anything. He walked directly to the door of the shop. He asked, "Hello, is this a butcher shop?"
"Yes." A middle-aged man covered in grease put on the straps of his work clothes and walked over to answer.
Even though there was only a chopping board less than a meter wide in front of the two of them, Claremont still couldn't see the face of the butcher shop owner clearly.
Putting down his doubts, Claremont smiled and continued to ask, "We want to buy some meat. May I ask what kind of animals do you sell here?"
"Animals? We don't usually catch those. The meat in front of you is fresh elven thigh meat," the butcher replied. "If you want to buy low-grade meat like animals, you have to go a little further."
When Claremont heard the butcher's first words, his brain hadn't reacted yet. His body reacted first, and his stomach churned.
"Got it. Thank you." Claremont covered his mouth and nodded, then left the door.
When he was about to leave this time, Claremont realized that there were all kinds of names marked on the meat board.
After seeing the human nameplate, Claremont took even bigger steps.
