In fact, Mr. Zhenjun, who is trying to make ends meet, also plans to leave.

He came to this small town just to treat Claudia. Now that Claudia is cured, why is he still here?

Seeing how anxious Claudia was, I thought she was missing Winter City, so I didn't ask any questions and immediately packed my luggage.

The underground black market on the other side is a different story.

The stall owner and the buyer were originally beaten to death, but a roar that pierced through gold and cracked stone shocked everyone so much that stars appeared in their eyes and their pupils trembled.

I saw a lion-headed orc about three meters tall showing his majestic body from the top floor of the underground black market. It was a prominent terrace. People who were still in the underground black market could see this huge lion as long as they looked up.

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"Stop it all!"

Pate Edmund Wildblood roared angrily.

This roar was even more terrifying than the previous roar, and it carried the pressure of a violent wind. In the market below, some of the less courageous orcs even peed their pants in fear.

No one dares to take action again.

The entire underground black market can be heard.

Many orcs hidden in the crowd have already recognized the identity of this lion orc.

He is one of the largest warlords in the Orc Court.

The mad lion Pate whose strength has reached the seventh level.

This general was only responsible to the Orc Emperor, and his status was so high that even the princes of the Orc Court had to kneel on the ground to salute him when they saw him.

Pate jumped down from the terrace, with a loud bang, the bricks and stones were splashed on the ground, and the ground trembled. A double ax carried behind him was stuck in the soil like a door panel. The ax blade turned dark red, and he didn't know he was thirsty.

How much blood has he drank from his enemies?

"Fighting is prohibited in the underground black market! According to the rules I established, 90% of the people present today will die!"

The lion-orc's eyes swept across everyone's faces coldly, but the pressure on him was gradually dissipating.

"But many people have died today, so you luckily have a chance to survive, but it is also the only one."

Pate pulled the giant ax out of the soil and walked forward. The stall owners and buyers around him got out of the way until he reached the center of the entire underground black market.

After kicking a broken corpse away, Pate asked in a deep voice:

"Now, someone, tell me, what exactly happened here, and why did you have this dispute?"

He was so angry now that his mind was so confused that he had no idea what was going on.

This time he was sent by the Orc Royal Court to collect a very important item, which was the Tears of the Poseidon.

He originally thought that this trip was a personal vacation, so he specially brought a cart full of liquor and three maids to enjoy himself on the road, but unexpectedly, an accident happened at the last minute.

Today is the day when Poseidon’s Tears will be handed over.

It is said that the one who brought Tears of Poseidon was a goblin convoy.

Although the two leading goblins have little strength, they have many alchemy puppets in their hands. These alchemy puppets are quite powerful and can ensure the safety of Poseidon's Tears.

Just now, he was drinking in the cave at the top of the underground black market while waiting for the goblins to deliver the Tears of Poseidon.

However, due to overwork in the past few days, he hardly slept much. He waited and waited for no sign of the goblin, so he thought of taking a nap.

Unexpectedly, after being awakened by the noisy sound of smashing and smashing, he found that the entire underground black market had turned into a mess.

For a long while, no one dared to speak.

Pat clenched the hammer in his hand, becoming increasingly impatient.

At this time, a stall owner bravely walked out.

"Sir, my goods have been stolen by these buyers. The key is that they still refuse to admit it!"

Judging from the height of this stall owner, he should be a human. He pointed at the tall orc buyers with an angry tone.

"You're talking bullshit!"

"You just want to blackmail people. We don't even have a space ring. How can we take away your goods?"

Several orcs immediately quit. What they orcs hate most is when others impose unwarranted charges on them. Honor is more important to them than life.

If someone ruins their reputation, they are even willing to die together!

But the stall owner was not to be outdone. He glanced at the orcs with disdain and said in a sinister tone: "Hey, I don't know if you have a space ring hidden on your body. If you can, just take off all your clothes~"ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃

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"Take it off!" the orc sneered, "If we don't have space rings on us, don't blame me for cutting off your head and using it as a urinal later!"

Seeing that these orcs were about to strip themselves naked, Pate couldn't stand it anymore.

"Shut up!" he yelled.

Several orcs shivered, stopped moving, and looked at Pate pitifully.

"They don't have space rings on them. I am a seventh-level orc and I am very sensitive to the power of space."

He glared at the stall owner and immediately blocked his mouth.

"Why are you arguing again?" Pate looked at the other stall owners and buyers.

"Our things were also lost inexplicably."

"Yeah, everything in my stall is gone!"

"Master Pate, the black market has been operating for so many years, you have to help us make the decision!"

Stall owners came forward one after another to complain.

Pate looked around, and almost all the living stallholders gathered in front of him.

After further inquiry, it was found that these stall owners also lost their things during the chaotic period, and the goods were lost inexplicably, without any spatial fluctuations. Those buyers also said that they definitely did not take the stall owner's goods and could inspect them at will.

These lost goods must have been the work of one person.

Peter suddenly knew something in his mind.

I just don’t know what clever means the thief used to take away the goods of so many stall owners.

The key is that no one found out and didn't say anything, and they successfully framed the blame on those buyers, causing chaos in the underground black market.

"Lord Pett! You must catch that thief!"

A sound like a crow's scream sounded, which sounded irritating, and the sound was still right in front of him, but Pate looked left and right, but he didn't see who was speaking.

"Sir, I am under your body." The voice said again.

Pat looked down.

I saw two short goblins standing there.

One of them seemed to be in a coma, and the other one was also disgraced.

They were mixed in among a group of "experts" and looked very inconspicuous.

"Are you Gulu gold coins and Gulu silver coins?" Pate's pupils shrank, and he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.

When he came to Tornado Sand Dunes, the military advisor showed him the portrait of the connector.

So he recognized the identities of these two goblins at a glance.
Chapter completed!