Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 29 Moore Lane (Part 1)

   "How do you sell herring?"

   "10 Finneys a piece."

   "So expensive! Where's the cod?"

   "40 Finneys?"

   "Where's the salmon?"

   "50 pfennigs apiece."

  In the morning, at the aquatic product market next to Sigrid Pier, Art was asking about the price of sea fish.

  Last night, he tossed and tossed half the night. After the test, it was almost dawn, so he simply replaced sleep with meditation.

  After the meditation, I suddenly had the idea of ​​eating seafood, so I came here.

  The Sigrid Pier is the largest in Pudera City, the kind that can dock cruise ships. It is named after the builder Ernest Garcia's daughter Sigrid Garcia, which means a beautiful victory.

   Ordinary people naturally have no chance to touch the business in the dock, but it is still possible to hang out outside.

   Some tourists from other places also like to visit the local specialty market.

  So Sigrid Market came into being.

   To be able to use this name, it is naturally impossible for ordinary people to build it, and ordinary businessmen do not have such financial resources. It is said that the families of several noble officials in the city jointly built it, and then rented out the stalls to earn some pocket money, saving worry and effort.

   I just didn't expect this model to be a big success!

  After more than ten years, the scale of the market has become larger and larger, covering various commodities.

  The aquatic product market is its next sub-market.

  Nowadays, not only foreign tourists, but also many local people will come here to purchase.

  The predecessor was born inland. It was the first time I ate seafood after I came to Pudera City, and then I fell in love with this taste.

   It’s just because the money is spent on cultivation, I can only eat a few times a year, and I still come to the aquatic product market to buy ingredients by myself, and then cook by myself.

  So, I have a general understanding of the price of sea fish.

   This guy's quotation is 4 or 5 times more expensive than what he knew!

  Go to other stalls, the quotations are similar.

   This is to see that he has a tender face, unlike those who come here often, and he does not have a local accent, so he is slaughtered as a fat sheep!

   Moreover, they bother to cover up!

  The stall owners who he had asked for the price stood there with their arms folded, watching him with a sneer on their faces.

   All big men.

  Obviously, they are not fishermen setting up stalls themselves, but stalls controlled by a certain force!

   After Yate asked several companies, he stopped going and left directly.

  Just wanted to eat some seafood, but he encountered such a bad thing.

   Forget it, stop eating!

  At the entrance of the fish market, two soldiers in blue and white navy uniforms watched the whole scene.

  After Art left, the taller soldier with the short beard couldn't help complaining, "Are you leaving?"

   "Could it be left to be slaughtered?" The more handsome soldier said lazily.

   "No, this guy is too spineless, he has no temper at all after being bullied like this!"

   "Like you, you just use your hands without using your brain. Are you fined to be on duty in this kind of place?"

   "That's better than having no spine!"

   "It's not that he's spineless, he's just not as reckless as you. Just wait, there will definitely be a follow-up to this matter."

   "Same type as you?"

   "What does it mean to be the same type as me! Forget it, you can understand it whatever you want."

   Both of them were punished by their families to come here to be on duty. They were bored, but they couldn't skip work. What happened just now was a good seasoning for them.

   But it's just a flavoring agent, taste the taste, don't take it seriously, and don't really pay attention to the follow-up development.

  Who knows how long it will be.

  By then, they would have already left, so why would they care about such trivial matters.

  …

   "Mr. Art Byron?"

  Yate had just walked out of the aquatic products market when he met a navy soldier looking for him head-on.

  The dock business is not owned by the government, but managed by the navy, so most of the staff here are navy soldiers.

   "I am." Art stopped, trying to figure out why the other party came.

  In his perception, the other party has no malice.

   However, apart from Matt Isaac, he has no recollection of his predecessor being involved with the Navy.

   "Our major wants to see you!" The other party said directly.

  Although it was an invitation, there was no room for him to refuse.

   "Who is your major?" Art asked tentatively.

   "Baron Moore Lane." The other party answered frankly.

   "Let's go." Art thought for a while, but he had never heard of this name.

  The other party drives a car.

   After the two got in the car, they drove more than a hundred meters away and came to a small three-story building.

   An office building.

  Art saw the staff at work on the first floor.

  But the two didn't go in, but went straight up the stairs to the third floor.

   Outside a spacious office.

  The door of the office is open, and you can see the inside at a glance.

A large and thick mahogany desk, with some office supplies and a few thick books on it, and a few oil paintings hanging on the wall behind, with figures and landscapes, and the key point is that they are all signed, but it’s a pity that Art doesn’t have any of them. know.

  To the right of the desk is a row of filing cabinets.

  Hanging on the left hand side is a chart that takes up half of the wall.

  A white youth stands in front of the chart.

Not very old, probably no more than 30 years old, slender and strong, about 185cm tall, blond, blue eyes, protruding eyebrows, sunken eye sockets, slightly narrow nose bridge, hooked front, vertical cheeks, as if cut by a knife, compared to Ordinary people are slightly longer and quite majestic.

  The same blue and white navy uniform, but with an armband belonging to the major.

   This is a very ambitious man—anyone with a wink will have such an idea the moment they see him.

  He turned around when he heard the movement at the door.

   "Report to Major, Mr. Art Byron is here!" The soldier saluted politely.

   "Okay, you go down." Moore Lane nodded slightly, and then said to Art: "Mr. Byron, please come in."

  Yate walked in a little stiffly.

  But he quickly adjusted his state and returned to normal.

   This guy is actually a professional, and his strength is much stronger than him!

After getting used to the benefits brought by high mental value, he can't help but use this perception method when observing people or things, just like last night when he looked at the nothingness channel in the portal, if he just observed with the naked eye, it would be useless. There will be such a big reaction, only a newborn calf like him, who doesn't understand anything, will rashly use mental perception.

   Just observed Moore Lane in the same way, and the result was like banging his head against the door frame!

   It's just that his body is stiff, which is already considered lucky for him.

   This time I really learned my lesson.

   "It is impolite to use the spirit to perceive others rashly!" Moore Ryan said to Art after closing the door.

   "Sorry." It was indeed his fault, Yate apologized honestly, but immediately said: "It seems impolite to stare at the guests like this!"

   It's not that he refuses to suffer, but that he must make it clear.

  A man keeps staring at you after closing the door, how would you feel?

  He felt as if a group of ants were crawling around in his clothes, very uncomfortable.

  (end of this chapter)