Chapter 3 Go through again
This is a small independent bedroom with a strong door fixed by iron railings on both sides.
The cobwebs in the corners, the dust on the ground, the abandoned kerosene lamps, etc. all indicate that no one has lived there for a long time.
At some point.
The void in the middle of the room rippled like water, and a figure appeared quietly across the ripples.
It's Carl!
Holding a broad sword, Karl first looked around cautiously, then slowly came to the door and raised the iron railing.
"Gah..."
The rusty iron door rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound, which also made him pause.
‘I really don’t want to come here! ’
After walking out of the room and looking up at the sky, Karl, who had completely lost his mind, felt his mood sinking unconsciously.
The gray fog obscures the sky, making it difficult to tell whether it is day or night.
I can only vaguely see a broken crimson star hanging in the sky, which has not changed from beginning to end.
It’s the same every time I come here.
The 'moon' of this world does not move with the passage of time, and even robs the power of the blazing sun.
The broken crimson moon and the fixed starry sky all showed that he was no longer in the original world.
It is not only the sky that is cold and gloomy, but also the breath that penetrates into the body all the time.
This is the Black City.
A place rich in black stones.
Judging from the pointed towers, stone buildings, and complex carvings that can be seen everywhere, the Black City must have been prosperous.
Moreover, the living standard of ordinary people is even higher than that of Signuo City.
However, as someone discovered the underground black stone veins, this place gradually became a mining city.
The wealthy fled early.
The people who stayed behind became absentee. Not only did they have to work, but they also had to endure the invasion of the Yin Qi underground and lived a precarious life.
Tightening his tight clothes, Karl stepped forward with a broadsword in hand. His eyes shrank after just two steps.
An animal carcass, whether it was a wolf or a dog, lay in the middle of the road, with some flying scavengers buzzing around the carcass.
Obviously it was just a corpse, but he seemed very vigilant and made a long circle to avoid the corpse before continuing forward.
From time to time, you can see hideous cracks of different sizes on the road, like scars on the earth.
It is said that the terrain changes caused by over-exploitation have made the originally flat ground rugged.
Smoke belches out from the crack, which is sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Ordinary people will get seriously ill if they get even a little bit of it, so they can only try to avoid it.
There are even abandoned pits, dark and dark, leading straight to the ground.
The deserted dark alleys and deserted houses seem to hide many strange creatures, spying on the living people outside.
Karl's body tensed up and he moved forward quickly and quietly. After passing two blocks, he could already see the target in the distance.
"Huh..."
He breathed a sigh of relief. At the signal of two men in black, he put away his broadsword and walked into a bustling long street with thousands of people.
Raqqa Bazaar.
A market in the above-ground urban area of Black City.
“Rat meat, fresh and uncorrupted rat meat, a portion of half a black stone!”
“The best Kaliya long sword, sharp and light, can kill those half-dead creatures. The best choice..."
"Clean water! Filtered water does not contain any impurities. You can buy ten liters of it with just one black stone..."
The vendors kept shouting, and there was helplessness in their enthusiasm.
The living environment of the residents of Black City is extremely harsh. The mining of mineral veins has caused serious pollution of underground water veins, and there is also a serious shortage of food. Except for high-status mining supervisors, very few people can eat fresh food.
Even carrion can be put on the table.
“Cologne!”
Karl came to a stall in a familiar way, squatted down and asked:
"You said last time that there is a way to learn breathing techniques?"
Obviously they are two worlds, but they have many similarities, such as language, breathing techniques, and even words. .
Maybe.
Did the two worlds come into contact a long time ago?
“It’s you.” Cologne was skinny and thin. One of his eyes was pecked out by a crow, and he wore an eyepatch all day long.
Recognizing the person, he grinned, showing a mouth full of rotten teeth, and his disgusting tone made Karl lean back subconsciously.
"Breathing is the key for ordinary people to become knights. Any family with inheritance will not sell it casually?"
"Yes."
Karl's expression remained unchanged. , put the milk bucket on the ground: "Fresh milk!"
"Gulu..." Cologne's throat rolled, he subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth, squinted at him and smiled:
"My friend, you can always get good things. I can't remember the last time I drank." When is the time for fresh milk?"
"But..."
He shook his head and sighed:
"The man with the breathing method on his hand thought. That’s not what you want.”
"Oh!"
Karl frowned:
"What does he want?"
"Shh..." Colon leaned forward and whispered:
< br>"The way out of the Black City."
"Karl, you can get fresh milk. You must not be an ordinary person. Can you help people leave the Black City?"
"Huh..." Karl rolled his eyes:
"What do you think? Where? "
"There are other reasons why I can get food. If I were really noble, would I come to you to find the breathing method?"
Cologne was silent.
Too!
A true superior person will never lack breathing techniques.
After a pause, he said:
“Mrs. Butterfly’s caravan will set off in half a month. If you want to join her caravan, you will need two thousand black stones.”
“ This is the only way I know to leave the Black City.”
"Two thousand black stones?" Karl's face darkened. How could he have any black stones? He shook his head bluntly:
"I can't take it out."
"Then there is no other way." Cologne held up his hands Yitan:
“I also want to complete this business, but that person just wants to leave the Black City and is not interested in food, so there is really no way.”
“Humph!”< br>
Karl snorted softly, picked up the milk bucket and was about to leave.
“Don’t!”
Colon reached out to hold him and whispered:
“I’ll show you something good.”
As he said Sneakily, he took out a metal sleeve from his back, fiddled with it a little, and it made a cracking sound.
"Do you recognize him?"
"Xiujian?"
Karl spoke uncertainly.
“Yes!”
Cologne nodded heavily:
"My friend is indeed not an ordinary person. Only some nobles know this thing, and I got it with great difficulty."
"This set of sleeve arrows is made by a master craftsman. It can be adjusted in size to fit the arm. There are three arrows hidden in it. Arrow, even within seven steps Even a knight's attendant is difficult to avoid. If it is poisoned, even the knight may be shot."
"In addition to the three arrows that come with the sleeve arrows, I will also give you six extra arrows, which can be replaced when they are used up. .”
Karl’s eyes lit up.
He didn't dare to think about shooting the knight, but being able to deal with the knight's attendant was enough for him.
"Of course."
Colon grinned:
"If you want it, a bucket of milk is not enough."
Without any nonsense, Karl took off the five-pound milk from his body. While marinating the meat, he pointed at a clock on the stall.
“Give me this.”
"No problem."
Seeing that the deal was reached, Cologne looked excited:
"My friend has a good eye. I found this clock from a noble manor. The outer layer is plated with a layer of Gold.”
“What a pity!”
He sighed:
"A few decades ago, this kind of thing would have been worth a lot of money, but now it's not as valuable as clear water."
Karl smiled.
He just took a fancy to the gold on the surface of the clock. Even if there is no gold, it can still be regarded as a work of art.
The complex craftsmanship, gears, paintings and engravings of the clock have a unique beauty, and it should be able to fetch a good price in another world.
(End of this chapter)