I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 108 Return
By this time, DuPont had already entered the black market.

Benjamin's four money pouches contained a total of 1109 gold and 52 silver, and three gemstones totaling 450 gold. The most valuable gemstone, an emerald the size of a finger, was found to have a magical mark. He tried to remove it but couldn't, so he had to return it to the other party.

However, to DuPont's surprise, his initial ambush and robbery had prompted him to shift his alignment by 2 points towards evil. After returning the gem, he regained 1 point, and now his alignment hasn't shifted too much towards evil.

DuPont was quite envious of Benjamin's magical items, but many of them had magical markings on them, so he couldn't take them unless he killed the other party.

Looking at Benjamin, who was completely unconscious and powerless to resist, and then at the fragile female elf whose neck could be broken with a flick of her wrist, a voice in DuPont's heart kept calling for him to kill these two guys and keep all their belongings worth tens of thousands of gold coins. However, after thinking about it, DuPont suppressed the thought.

Although this fatso had tricked him early on and tried to swindle him out of his money, it wasn't exactly a blood feud, and killing him to vent his anger was still going too far.

Not to mention there was also an innocent person involved.

After the female elf helped him open the main gate, DuPont felt relieved and quickly headed to the lower city.

However, DuPont also had some doubts, feeling that he might have been a bit too brutal lately.

He had seen many workers on construction sites who disregarded safety regulations and didn't care about their own lives. They would work without helmets because they were hot, or without safety ropes when working at heights because it was too much trouble. Every time he saw one of them, he felt his blood pressure would explode.

The leaders were even more incompetent. They didn't care about working in strong winds in order to meet the deadline, they withheld wages for no reason, they just talked nonsense without giving any benefits, and they wasted their rest time by holding meetings all the time. DuPont had thought countless times about throwing them into the cement machine to mix them and let them calm down.

Of course, this is just a thought; I wouldn't dare to do it, since murder is punishable by death.

However, in this world, both the methods of concealment and the bottom line are lower. As long as you are clean and efficient and can pass the detection of lies, there is not much of a problem. With religious conflicts and cults, it is even possible to legally kill. Not only is there no punishment for killing the other party, but you can also get a reward.

Yes, I should restrain myself. If I really go astray, it will probably cost a lot of money to cleanse my sins and switch sides.
In the blink of an eye, his disguise technique had reached the time-disappearing stage, and he had arrived not far from the black market. However, compared to his lazy demeanor last week, the guards here were obviously much tighter, and there weren't many customers.

Masked and carrying a sword, he had an owl perch on the opposite rooftop to monitor him. He activated the Dark Vision Ring, and just as DuPont threw down a silver coin to try and go in as he had last week, he was stopped by the burly men at the door.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have proof of purchase?"

DuPont pulled out last week's receipt and held it up to the light for two seconds: "Enough already? Move aside."

"Wait a minute." The burly man frowned and stepped forward. "Excuse me, it's a bit dark here and I couldn't see clearly. Could you please show me the receipt?"

"Oh?" DuPont looked at the other party and sneered, "Are you sure? This is a receipt worth 1800 gold coins. If it's damaged, your life won't even be worth that much."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding security guards immediately drew their weapons, but the burly man leading them took a step back in surprise and waved his hand to signal his men to restrain themselves: "1800 gold? Are you Lord Xiao Se?"

"Yes." DuPont remained calm in the face of the swords and knives, except that a faint light emanated from the fingertips of his right hand: "If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, get lost. I need the money urgently."

"..." The burly man took a step back: "Wait a moment, I'll go find the supervisor."

DuPont said coldly, "You have one minute. And your henchmen better stay away from me. I'm a bit of a paranoid; if I accidentally lose a few parts, it won't be good." The group of security guards broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. The burly man chuckled awkwardly, "Sir, you're too kind. We're all just trying to make money peacefully. Why make such a fuss?"

"You have 55 seconds left."

Upon hearing this, the burly man turned and left. DuPont stood at the bottom of the steps, scanning the others. Everyone who met his gaze couldn't help but look away and take a step back. For a moment, the street was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Fortunately, the strong man was fast enough, and DuPont soon saw the manager he was carrying on his shoulder. The dwarf smiled broadly when he saw DuPont: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Xiao Se? Please come in, please come in. You guys are really something, your eyes are all on women, you can't even recognize an important guest. I think this month's bonus should be halved."

Hearing the dwarf say this, the surrounding security guards didn't dare to talk back and just stood there awkwardly waiting. DuPont took a step forward: "I thought you were going to kill someone for 1800 gold. This really surprises me. White Stone City is supposed to be the largest city in the Northwest. The black market here shouldn't be this low-level."

“What are you saying, esteemed guest? We make at least tens of thousands of gold coins a day, and sometimes even hundreds of thousands. How could we risk our reputation for such a trivial matter?” The dwarf coughed lightly. “Of course, we did have some security issues last week, so I have prepared some compensation for you. Please come with me.”

DuPont didn't hesitate, ignoring the crowd around him and following the burly man. After they disappeared, the security guard at the door stared at each other, saying, "I feel like this guy isn't very old, but he's got some nerve. He killed Johnny and still dares to come back."

"What's that saying? A tough guy has nothing to fear in the dark. Besides, Johnny's skills are only slightly better than ours. It's normal for him to die when he fights a real master."

"Alright, Johnny isn't one of us. Be careful what you say, or the manager might hear you and dock your pay."

The security guards at the gate dared not say anything more, but they breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason I've been so tense these past few days is because I'm looking for this kid. Now that he's here today, I guess things won't be so tense anymore.

Along the way, the dwarf kept talking about the exciting things that had happened in White Rock City, without mentioning Johnny's matter at all. However, when they reached the door, he finally couldn't suppress his curiosity: "Your composure is truly remarkable, both your skill and your courage."

"Fortunately, I believe that people who can run a black market are not too stupid to ruin their reputation for a little bit of profit."

The dwarf gave an awkward smile after hearing this, and was put down at the door by the burly man: "Please come in."

There were still quite a few stalls in the black market, but there were fewer customers than usual. Seeing this, DuPont chuckled and asked knowingly, "Oh, why are there so few customers compared to when I came last week? Has something happened and everyone is keeping quiet?"

"Haha, I don't know what's going on lately, but the security guards in the lower district have suddenly become more strict. We even had to take a three-day break because of it. People in our line of work can't openly notify customers to resume business, so it will take a few days before things return to normal."

"But rest assured, the merchants are still here, and they even have several rare and super rare items for sale, just waiting for a distinguished guest like yourself to grace them with your presence."

DuPont was curious after hearing this, but just as he was about to ask what items were inside, he suddenly noticed that the communication gem in his waist pouch, which had been dormant, lit up slightly, but no sound came through.

This is?

(End of this chapter)