One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-One, Mego Who Eats Soft Rice

The tattoo culture is not popular in the wizarding country. Ren Xiaosu came all the way from the south and only saw tattoos on the porters near the inn. At that time, Mego explained to him: These people have been criminals before, so they used tattoos to make tattoos. marked.

Therefore, in the wizarding country, tattoos are actually a sign of shame for ordinary people.

But in this underground world, it is different. They use tattoos as a sign of resistance, while the most loyal guardians tattoo tattoos on their faces to show their determination to fight against the wizarding organization.

For example, bounty hunters like Chen Jingshu can disguise themselves as ordinary people and return to the surface at any time to mix into the crowd.

But these guardians will not be able to, once they return to the surface, they will be incompatible with other people.

In the quiet underground world, the tattoos on the guardian's face look extremely hideous.

The clothes were worn leather jackets, and boots with slits were worn on the feet. Although the surface was already 36 degrees in summer, the ground was still cool.

When Chen Jingshu answered the code, the guard opened a mottled iron door beside him.

Everyone filed in, and Ren Xiaosu, who was walking in front, felt that the underground suddenly became lively, and in front of him was an open field as wide as an underground factory.

There is also a lot of graffiti painted around the walls of this "underground factory", and there are "guardians" with knives patrolling around.

Hundreds of people gathered here, some set up stalls, and some asked for quotations. Most of them covered themselves tightly, for fear of being remembered for their appearance.

Ren Xiaosu glanced at the goods on the ground and asked, "There are clothes, daily necessities, and contraband such as swords and crossbows. Where do they come from?"

"The entire black market in Ghent is underground. There are dozens of small black markets like this, and there are two or three black markets that are more than ten times larger than this," Chen Jingshu said: "Those forces on the surface want to be underground. For secret transactions, you need to pay some transaction taxes, or you can replace them with items. Moreover, there are 90% of the casinos in the entire Ghent city, and there are other places for special transactions, including intelligence transactions, black market rewards, etc. Wait, it's enough to feed the underground people."

"Does Norman and the Tudor family care?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"Of course, but half of the business in the casino is owned by the children of the Tudor and Norman families," Chen Jingshu explained with a smile: "If there is no major incident, they will turn a blind eye. Of course. , we also need to always be on guard against them sending people to infiltrate other places underground.

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Chen Anan on the side said: "There is a big difference between people on the surface and people in the ground. People who live underground all year round usually have pale skin and no sunlight, while people on the surface can be found as soon as they come in. Everything is normal. People of skin color cannot go to more secret underground spaces except the church, unless the church members lead."

Ren Xiaosu nodded, so the subterranean and the surface actually reached a delicate balance now. They were very clear that the subterranean people hated them, but they also knew very well that this group of people could not make any big waves at all.

When Ren Xiaosu and the others entered the black market like an underground factory, almost everyone in the entire black market suddenly turned their heads to look at them.

This group of people obviously came from the surface, but it is rare to see hundreds of surface people suddenly come down in this underground world. Many stall owners looked at Ren Xiaosu and others vigilantly, and seemed a little worried.

"Keep moving forward, don't stop here, we will scare them," Chen Jingshu said and continued to lead the way. When the black market stall owners saw them leave, they resumed the transaction order, as if nothing had happened. similar.

"Don't they know you?" Ren Xiaosu was curious: "You are also a church member."

"The members of the church never put their identities on their faces," Chen Jingshu said. "Only the guardians of the various deep areas know our identities."

"In order to avoid encirclement and suppression?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Yes, there is a lot of fish and dragons here. Selling one's identity as a church member is more cost-effective than selling a hundred iron swords," Chen Jingshu explained.

The group continued to walk inside. Ren Xiaosu even saw underground people living here in some places, but he only saw old people and children.

"Light and strong people work underground, men and women are the same," Chen Jingshu said. "Those who live underground will definitely not survive without waste, and they will eat and be lazy. So you can almost only see the elderly and children on the ground floor."

"What is Qingzhuang doing down there?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"All kinds of unsightly things," Chen Jingshu said, "such as melting broken silver into silver coins, such as casting iron tires for arrows, such as handling smuggled goods, and manufacturing workshops for various contraband."

"This is a large black den," Ren Xiaosu said with emotion.

Chen Jingshu glanced at him and said, "Don't stand here and talk without back pain. It's good that the underground people can survive. It doesn't matter what is prohibited or not."

The next moment, a man wearing a brown linen robe suddenly appeared in front of him. The other party was waiting in the tunnel with a hood, as if he was waiting for Ren Xiaosu and the others.

Chen Jingshu glanced at Ren Xiaosu: "Come with me, someone wants to see you."

The man who concealed his identity turned around and led the way, without saying a word from beginning to end.

They twisted and twisted underground, and went down to the depths of the ground through stairs. When they passed some secret passages, the guards guarding the passages would bow to the man.

Obviously, the other party's status in the underground world is much higher than that of Chen Jingshu.

Turning around a long dark corridor, there was a sudden sound of several people talking at the corner ahead.

Ren Xiaosu, who was walking, suddenly felt that something was wrong. He turned to look at Xiaomei who was frozen in place: "What's wrong?"

But seeing that Comrade Xiaomei didn't seem to hear what Ren Xiaosu said, she rushed forward in despair.

Ren Xiaosu was surprised: "Have you met an acquaintance?"

"Xia!" Meg shouted hastily, "is that you?"

The conversation at the corner in front of him suddenly calmed down, Ren Xiaosu looked at Chen Jingshu: "Xia? Who is it?"

"Xia Russell, Russell's descendant," Chen Jingshu said with a meaningful smile: "It is also the sweetheart of this wizard Mego."

"So, you went to Yorkshire to help this girl find Meg, right?" Ren Xiaosu frowned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, and make up weird lies."

"I was planning to sneak some money into his wizard tower, but who would have known you would suddenly come out?" Chen Anan also rolled his eyes: "And we don't know who you are at all, okay? How could we tell you? The truth?"

Ren Xiaosu was stunned: "Stuffing money?!"

He couldn't help laughing immediately: "Comrade Xiaomei is really a master at eating soft rice!"

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