Don't call me evil god

Chapter 29 Black Market
The hazy night swallowed up the darkness silently, and an abandoned warehouse area near the port quietly woke up with the dusk.

This warehouse originally belonged to a goblin merchant, who contracted the place to temporarily store goods brought in from various places by merchant ships.

However, the goblin's greed for money made him make a big mistake:

In order to gain more profits, they even tried to secretly transport and store contraband related to the evil god here.

As a result, the news leaked out and was directly reported by competitors and fellow goblins.

When dealing with matters related to evil gods, the law enforcement power of the major churches is greater than that of the ruling officials of Green Harbor, and the way they deal with it can be described in one sentence:
It is better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go.

The news was reported in the morning and the warehouse was raided in the afternoon.

Within a few hours, the warehouse was blown into ruins by the church team that came to destroy the evil god's contraband using various combat skills, magic, and divine arts.

The goblin who committed the crime had a very sharp sense of smell. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately bought a VVVIP ticket for the next goblin airship and decisively fled from Green Port, so he was not caught.

But the ownership of the warehouse area that belonged to him became a mess, and the title deed was still in the hands of the runaway goblin, so no one could take over.

Over time, this area was gradually abandoned and forgotten by the city.

A corner that few people pay attention to will naturally become a gathering place for various illegal traders.

When Pete and Lena, wearing gray robes, stepped into the abandoned warehouse area, the air was filled with all kinds of strange smells, moldy grains, rotten fruits and vegetables, the sour smell of homeless people, and an indescribable pungent smell hit them in the face.

If the smell of the path in front of Reina's tavern was just a little weird, then the smell of the abandoned warehouse black market would make people feel physically nauseous.

Pete couldn't help but dry heave, and quickly cast the [Purifying Breath] trick on himself and Reina.

"Ugh... Don't they find this place disgusting?"

With a dry heave, he pushed the remaining memory of the smell out of his mind, and Pete, who had never experienced such a scene, complained.

The black market in downtown is not only a gathering place for all kinds of illegal traders, but also homeless people who have lost their homes and are unable to work.

The presence of these homeless people has caused the Greenport Police Department to lose interest in managing the area.

Rather than driving away beggars from the streets, it would be better to let them gather in one place and wait to die. Those police officers in the police station who are just idling around naturally hope to have less trouble.

This just provides a natural shelter for the black market.

Walk through the homeless "defense line" outside the black market and enter the real trading area of ​​the black market.

There were many figures, and they were all wearing tattered robes or large hoods that covered their faces, just like Pete and Reina. Everyone was trying to hide their identity and whereabouts.

This place is not like the trade fair that separates the upper and lower urban areas of Green Harbor, where vendors will enthusiastically introduce their goods and try to attract potential customers passing by. It is always bustling and bustling at all times;

In contrast, the black market environment appears to be quite oppressive.

The unidentified merchants placed the items they were going to sell on the cloth beside them. If someone took a fancy to an item, they would walk over and talk in a low voice to agree on the price, taking the money with one hand and handing over the goods with the other.

The specific content of the conversation will not be known to any third party except the buyer and seller.

Pete looked around the black market stalls.

This was the first time for both him and Reina to come to the black market.

In addition to the various conventional items such as weapons, armor, artworks, gems, materials or magic scrolls whose authenticity could not be confirmed, there were also those who sold information or intelligence, those who sent or accepted commissions, those who issued bounties, and even, Pete saw more special "goods":
In the southeast corner of the black market, there was an area that was obviously much more spacious. Three men without robes were squatting or sitting. Next to them was an iron cage about 1 meter high and several meters long and wide.

In the cramped cage, several young women wore brown leather collars around their necks. Due to the height limit of the cage, they had to maintain a kneeling posture with their heads down.

From time to time, someone would walk over there, talk to the three men for a few words, take out a purse and take out a dozen copper coins. The latter would then open the cage door with a strange smile, pull out a woman from inside, tie an iron chain to her collar, and then let the customer lead her to a dimly lit corner behind the iron cage.

……

"spit!"

"I only heard about it before, but I didn't expect the people from the Blood Fang Gang to be so cruel!" Lena cursed angrily in a low voice.

"Are those also members of the Blood Fang Gang?" Pete frowned.

In this black market where everyone is trying every means to hide their identities, those men are able to show up so carelessly. There is only one possibility:
The other party is not afraid of others knowing his true identity and is fearless!
Reina hummed softly, "Those guys have bloody fangs tattooed on their bodies. This is the unique symbol of the Blood Fang Gang."

"What about those women?"

"The Blood Fang Gang has opened a number of casinos and clubs in the downtown area. I've heard that if the waitresses there don't do their job well and their performance doesn't meet the standards, the Blood Fang Gang will punish them in various ways."

"For example... dragging them to the black market and forcing them to serve..."

Pete understood.

In Greenport, although special needs transactions are legal, the prerequisite is that both parties are willing.

The women wearing collars had fear on their faces when they were dragged out of the cages; it was obvious that they did not volunteer.

"Unbridled."

Pete knew that the gangs in downtown Greenport were very powerful, but he didn't expect the Blood Fang Gang to be so evil.

In the border town where Pete was born, although there were sometimes conflicts between nobles and commoners, they were all within the scope of order.

But what the Blood Fang Gang did has clearly crossed the line.

The Bloodfang Gang obviously did not take the laws of Greenport seriously, or rather, in the downtown area where public security was in chaos and crime was rampant, they had their own set of "rules" that replaced the law.

Pete originally thought that in order to solve Reina's troubles, he only needed to develop the God of Knowledge sect in Green Harbor, recruit enough people, and have enough strength to let the Blood Fang Gang know that there are also people behind Reina and that they are not easy to mess with. Naturally, they would not dare to come to the tavern to cause trouble again.

But seeing the Blood Fang Gang's lawless behavior, Pete had a premonition:

I'm afraid the problem cannot be solved so easily.

If it were the old Pete who just lived a life of idleness and waiting for death, he might have backed down and given up after realizing how difficult the situation was.

But now with the support of the God of Knowledge, Pete feels more confident.

Pete gently held Reina's hand and said, "Don't worry. Now is not the time to confront them head-on. Don't forget why we are here."

"Wait until we grow up, then we'll deal with them!"

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(End of this chapter)