Lord of the Oasis

"How could it be? I was watching you all the time when you entered the secret passage." The smile at the corner of the old man's mouth widened: "Look, isn't your comrade just being left where you are?"

"When we come out of the market, we will definitely come and take him away. What does this have to do with you?" DeWitt asked with a dissatisfied look.

It was really unpleasant for a soldier who had just been wounded to be mentioned in such a frivolous manner.

"I'm worried that your comrades will be dead before you come back. After all, Xiaocai likes to eat fresh flesh and blood like this." The old man raised his hand and pointed towards the wall.

"Ahhh!" several soldiers exclaimed.

Those protrusions on the wall that emitted colorful streams of light, DeWitt and his team originally thought they were colored stones installed on the wall for lighting. As a result, the soldiers took a closer look and found scales densely covered on it, as well as superficial transparent blood vessels.

There is actually a giant snake hidden among the four walls of this secret passage.

Clemont felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just here to give you a warning." The old man still maintained the smile on his face and continued: "After working here for so many years, I have to find a living for myself."

DeWitt glanced at Fuli Locke's body not far behind him. He asked the old man, "How much does your business cost?"

"If nothing else, ten gold coins." The old man said with a beaming smile and his index finger on his chest.

"Ten gold coins!" A cry came from the group of warriors.

"We can give you ten gold coins. But you not only have to help us preserve the soldier's body, but you also have to tell us the road conditions ahead." DeWitt said word by word.

He has been alerted to the strangeness of this market governed by the Centaur tribe. In order to safely escape from it, he must seize the opportunity to inquire about information from the beginning.

"Okay." The old man said with great interest, "It's just that the people stationed in this market are all good people who abide by the rules. What do you want me to tell you to write?"

"Who runs this fair?" DeWitt asked.

"Of course it is hosted by the top forces of each race on the island." The old man smiled: "You will know when you go in and take a look. The power of one race cannot support the business transportation of this market."

"What can we get in this market?" Clement asked another question.

The old man paused for a while and said: "As long as you want to buy, this market will sell it."

"Are there any special rules for this market?" DeWitt asked the last question after thinking for a while.

The old man smiled softly and said: "This market is like a kaleidoscope. There are different rules for different people. If you want me to tell you in detail, just forget it."

After receiving the old man's reply, DeWitt stood still for a while. Finally, he took out ten shiny gold coins from his arms. Sprinkled into the old man's hand.

"Haha." The old man shook the gold coin twice in his hand. After taking a deep look at DeWitt, he disappeared in front of everyone.

"Let's keep going," DeWitt ordered.

This secret passage was not as long as imagined. After a while, DeWitt and others were standing in front of another door at the end of the secret passage.

"Kara——" DeWitt solemnly unlocked the door.

All kinds of noises came like a tide to the people standing at the door.

The light on the colorful snake in the secret passage also disappeared at this moment.

"What kind of place is this?" A soldier couldn't help but said as he looked back and forth.

The dark passage was pitch black, and what was displayed in front of them was a huge factory-like air illuminated by dark blue light.

There seemed to be hazy smoke flowing inside the room.

Although he felt that there were people moving around in front of him, he could not see anyone's face clearly.

"That's weird," Abel said.

When he tried to cast a spell to remove the smoke in front of his eyes,

But found that it didn't make any difference.

These white smokes are like the bricks and earth they step on, and they remain fixed in this room.

"I can't see the road clearly at all," Clemont said with a frown.

"Let's go," DeWitt said.

Everyone could only move forward following the back of the person in front of them, blending into the crowd.

"Pa—" A harsh whipping sound came from the right side of the team.

The soldiers looked over and saw a tiger-skin girl with a collar tied around her neck, lying on the ground. In front of her was a middle-aged man in uniform holding a whip.

The man slapped the girl lying on the ground without a care, while shouting to others.

"Nausea..." Clemont looked away and turned away.

As the team moved forward, the scouts noticed more naked boys and girls locked in the nutrition cabin. Many of them had injuries on their bodies.

DeWitt sighed and said patiently: "If we find a place to supply food, let's go out quickly."

"Actually, I really want to know if there will be a store that provides food." Clemont rubbed his temples and said with a complicated expression.

The two walked in silence for a while, and saw among the street shops in their field of vision: one had a chopping board at the door filled with sliced ​​meat.

"Is that a butcher's shop?" Abel said in surprise.

"It should be." DeWitt looked at the store with hope in his eyes.

Clemont didn't say anything and walked directly to the door of the store. Asked: "Hello, is this a butcher's shop?"

"Yes." A middle-aged man covered in grease tied up his work clothes and walked over and answered.

Even though there was only a chopping board less than one meter wide between the two of them, Clemont still couldn't see the face of the butcher shop owner clearly.

Putting aside such doubts, Clemont smiled and continued to ask: "We want to purchase some meat. What kind of animal does the meat you sell here come from?"

"Animals? We don't catch those very often. What you have in front of you is fresh elven thigh meat." The butcher shop owner replied: "If you want to buy low-grade meat such as animals, you have to go a little further. "

When Clemont heard the first words spoken by the butcher shop owner, his brain had not yet reacted. He reacted physically first, and his stomach churned.

"I know, thank you." Clemont covered his mouth and nodded, then exited the door.

When he was about to leave this time, Clemont discovered that there were various names marked under the meat chopping board.

After Clemont saw the nameplate of the human race, he took a bigger step.

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