The First Order

The wizarding country is not popular with tattoo culture. Ren Xiaosu came all the way from the south and only saw tattoos on the porter near the post. At that time, Mego also explained to him that these people had been criminals before, so they used tattoos to do it. Tag.

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

But in this underground world, it is different. They used tattoos as a symbol of resistance to the spirit, and the most loyal guardians put tattoos on their faces to show their determination to confront the wizarding organization.

For example, bounty hunters like Chen Jingshu, they can always pretend to be ordinary people and go back to the surface, mixing into the crowd.

But these guards will not work, once they return to the surface, they will be out of tune with other people.

In the quiet underground world, the tattoo on the guard's face looks abnormally untidy.

The clothes are worn leather jackets, and the feet are worn with open-line boots. Although the surface is already hot at 36 degrees in summer, the underground is still cool.

After Chen Jingshu answered the secret code, the guards opened a mottled iron door beside him.

Everyone came in, and Ren Xiaosu, who was walking in front of him, felt that the ground was suddenly full of excitement. In front of him, there was an open field as wide as a factory underground.

Lots of graffiti are also painted around the walls of this "underground factory", and there are "guards" carrying swords patrolling and guarding around.

Hundreds of people gathered here for stalls and inquiries, and most of them concealed themselves so as not to be remembered by others.

Ren Xiaosu glanced at the goods on the ground and wondered: "There are clothing, daily necessities, and prohibited items such as swords and crossbows. Where did this all come from?"

"The whole black market in Ghent city 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," said Chen Jingshu. "The forces on the surface want to be underground. For secret transactions, you need to pay some transaction taxes, and you can also replace them with items. Moreover, there are 90% of the casinos in Ghent city, and there are other special transaction venues, including intelligence transactions, black market rewards, etc. Wait, enough to feed the people in the ground."

"Does Norman and Tudor family matter?" Ren Xiaosu wondered.

"Of course it does, but half of the business in the casino is owned by Tudor and Norman family children," Chen Jingshu explained with a smile. "If nothing serious happens, they will close their eyes. Of course. We also need to beware of sending them to infiltrate other places underground."

On the side, Chen Anan said: "The difference between surface and underground people is very big. People who live underground all year round are usually pale in color and have not been exposed to sunlight. The people on the ground can be found as soon as they come in. Everything is normal. People with different skin colors cannot go to more secret underground spaces except the church, unless the church members lead them."

Ren Xiaosu nodded, so now the ground and the surface are actually a delicate balance. They clearly know that the people hate them, but they also know that this group of people can't turn up the waves.

When Ren Xiaosu entered the black market like this underground factory, almost everyone in the whole black market suddenly turned his head to look at them.

Their group of people obviously came from the surface, but in the underground world, it is rare to see hundreds of people on the surface suddenly come down. Many owners watched Ren Xiaosu and others with vigilance, and seemed to be worried.

"Go ahead, don't stop here, we will scare them," Chen Jingshu said, and then continued to lead the way. Those black market stallholders saw them leave, and then restored the order of the transactions, as if nothing had happened. Similar.

"Don't they know you?" Ren Xiaosu wondered: "You are also a member of the temple."

"Church members never write their identities on their faces," Chen Jingshu said. "Only the guards of the deep areas know our identity."

"To avoid encirclement and suppression?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Yes, fish and dragons are mixed here, and it is more cost-effective to sell the identity of a member of the temple than they sold a hundred iron swords," Chen Jingshu explained.

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

"The young and the strong work under the ground, both men and women are the same," Chen Jingshu said: "People who live underground have no waste, and lazy food is definitely not going to survive. So you can barely see the elderly and children on the ground floor."

"What does Qiangzang do below?" Ren Xiaosu asked.

"Various things," Chen Jingshu said, "For example, melting broken silver into silver coins, such as iron tires for arrows, such as the handling of smuggled goods, and various workshops for contraband."

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

Chen Jingshu glanced at him and said, "It's not too much to stand here and speak without back pain. It would be nice for people in the ground to survive. It doesn't matter what is prohibited."

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

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, saying nothing from beginning to end.

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

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

Turning over a long dark corridor, a few people suddenly heard the conversation in the front corner.

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

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

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

"Summer!" Mega said quickly, "Is it you?"

The conversation around the corner in front suddenly calmed down, and Ren Xiaosu looked at Chen Jingshu: "Xia? Who?"

"Xia Russell, the descendant of Russell," Chen Jingshu smiled meaningfully: "At the same time, he is also the sweetheart of this wizard of Mego."

"So, did you go to Yorkshire before, was it to help this girl find Mago, right?" Ren Xiaosu frowned: "Why didn't you say it early, and made up a weird lie."

"It was originally intended to quietly pour money into his wizard tower, who knows you suddenly killed out," Chen Anan also rolled his eyes: "And we don't even know who you are, how can we tell you Truth?"

Ren Xiaosu was stunned: "Cash money?!"

He couldn't help crying and laughing: "This comrade Xiaomei is really a master of soft rice!"