The black market was a special trading place that existed in every civilization.
As long as a civilization had a certain level of intelligence, evil would be an incurable disease. This was common among all civilizations in the universe. Evil thoughts led to crime, and when the scale of crime reached a certain level, it would naturally give birth to a complete industrial chain.
This was especially true for robberies and other crimes. After robbing enough valuable items, it would be impossible to sell them using normal methods. Thus, the black market was born. To be precise, it was a trading place specially built for criminals.
The most famous black market in the Milky Way was none other than the lawless place, which was built by the previous Collector of the Universe's elders. 30% of the evil transactions in the entire Galactic Civilization Sphere were carried out there. As the Collector in charge, Tanya Diwan also gained a lot of wealth from these dark transactions, even though wealth was meaningless to him.
The expeditionary army also set up a black market, and in every civilization they passed by, there would be a branch of the black market. However, dark business transactions were only part of the significance of this black market. The main reason was because of the Lost Phoenix Fragments. In many civilizations, due to their special energy reaction, they would be treated as holy objects or monsters, and it was very difficult to obtain these fragments through normal means.
However, if there was a trading place that could provide satisfactory rewards and guarantee safety, then these holy objects and monsters would likely fall into the hands of the army in another form.
This situation had happened more than once, especially in some backward worlds that were still in the feudal civilization period. A well-run black market could play a far greater role than an open conquest.
After all, no matter which world the adventurers were from, they did not lack the awareness to die for wealth, and they had enough motivation to do so.
The black market in the Moubis Civilization Sphere had only just been established, but with the deterrence of the army destroying four low-level civilizations in a month, its business was unusually prosperous.
The Knight of Plague had said that the mainstream civilization of the Moubis Civilization Sphere was the autocratic monarchy of the interstellar era. Under such a model of governance, the lives of the civilians could not be better, and poverty was one of the most important factors that induced crime. Therefore, in terms of public security, the environment of the Moubis Civilization Sphere was simply terrible.
Under such circumstances, the black market, which was known to accept everything, became a paradise for criminals who took risks.
Every day, Interstellar Pirates of all shapes and sizes would come from all corners of the Civilization Sphere. They would bring the loot they had accumulated in exchange for a sum of money that was enough for them to retire immediately. Some of them would even buy a ticket for their entire family to migrate to another galaxy.
Yes, the interstellar businessmen of the Human Survival Alliance have developed a perfect interstellar smuggling business chain. As long as you can pay them enough, even if you want to live in heaven, it is not impossible. You know, in the vast universe, there are many arrogant guys who call their planet "heaven". If they can't do it, they can find the planet "sculptor", the prodigal son of the universe, Mr. Star-Lord, to create a dream heaven for these whimsical guys.
As long as there are profits, the power that business people can unleash is far beyond your imagination.
In short, Brigadier General Sergei, who was in charge of the black market business, had already paid a large amount of business tax to the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind by organizing the black market trade in the past few months. Even the big shots who originally hated this kind of behavior began to tacitly approve of the existence of this illegal trade.
"What are you doing to me? Let me out! "
A dark-skinned young man in a tattered spacesuit, with strange tattoos all over his body. He looked no different from an Earthling. He was holding a box tightly in his arms as he shouted at the two tall Darklord standing outside the door, "Sir, I'm here!"
"I don't want to sell this! Let me out! "
He was holding a strange, gun-like weapon in his hand as he attempted to break through the door guarded by the Fel Lords. But facing the glittering magic energy and the sharp axe that was more than half the size of his body, the seemingly embarrassed young man did not attempt to show his bravery in the end.
He threw away the weapon in his hand in frustration and curled into a ball in the corner of the room. His face was full of undisguised despair, looking like he had messed up a noble mission.
"Hey, young man, you should be able to understand me, right?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded from the darkness, startling the depressed young man. He jerked his head back and shouted in the common language of the Moubis Civilization Sphere.
"Who! Who's there! "
Swoosh!
The next moment, a blue circle of light bloomed around the young man, and in less than a second, the guy was sent to the lobby of the Starport Black Market through rapid teleportation.
Through the research of the Tyrant's space gem, the Earth civilization had achieved a breakthrough in the use of space technology in just a few years. Teleportation technology had become the standard for the survival of the human Federation military system, and when some low-level civilizations were doing business, this thing would also be seen as a competitive product.
The young man holding the box was obviously not familiar with teleportation. He was still a little dizzy, but he soon sobered up. What entered his eyes was a large hall in the style of Earth. It was decorated with metal and wood that was rarely seen in space. The surrounding floor was made of a special material similar to marble, which was cleaned by cleaning robots.
The poor young man stepped on it and left a black footprint. This made him feel a little embarrassed and a little timid, afraid of destroying this "luxurious" decoration in front of him.
"Don't be too restrained, young man."
The door of the lobby opened, and Sergues, wearing a green military uniform with a medal hanging loosely on his belt, walked in with the War Knight. They sat on the chairs in the lobby, and soon, a Wisdom Mechanical servant served them hot tea and snacks, as well as some freshly cooked food.
Sergues sized up the vigilant young man in front of him with a shrewd gaze. From his experience, this should be a stowaway from a low-level civilization, and he had a sense of awe and fear towards everything in the Starport. However, Sergues looked at the tattered spacesuit the young man was wearing.
Although that thing had been used many times and was on the verge of being scrapped, it did not look like a product from a low-level civilization. In fact, from some details, the technological level of this spacesuit was even higher than the Spartan Star Ocean Empire, the most technologically advanced of the Galactic Civilization Sphere. Such a combination of backward and advanced appearing on the same person was really puzzling.
"Eat something first, young man. You look like you need this!"
A gentle smile appeared on Sergei's face. He reached out and pushed the food on the table to the young man. With the help of the communicator, he converted his voice into the common language of the Moubis Civilization Sphere. His voice carried a hint of enchantment spell effect. Coupled with the aroma of the food, the young man's throat twitched.
"It's okay, child. No matter what happened to you before, you're safe now that you're here. And the thing in your hand is very useful to us, so you don't have to worry about subsequent transactions. Eat something first! We'll talk later! "
Soon, the hungry young man grabbed a spoon and tried to put a piece of steak into his mouth. The next moment, his eyes lit up, and he began to eat and drink. Even so, despite his exaggerated eating manners, his hands were still tightly gripping the box in his arms.
Obviously, that was something very important.
Sergues and the War Knight looked at each other. The small detector in the War Knight's hand was shining brightly. He nodded at Sergues, and the latter's eyes became even gentler.
Once upon a time, Sergues was also a fierce member of The Devil Gang, working hard under Saber. But as his precious daughter grew up, married little Erwin, and had a cute child, Sergues quietly disappeared from the command level of The Devil Gang. He was no longer the bald brute. Instead, he kept his hair short. Because he was afraid that the Mana surging in his body would hurt his precious grandson, he specially asked Saber to take back his demonic power.
Now, after losing the support of his Mana, Sergues had aged and wrinkled his face. His original bravery was gone, but he lived a happier and more fulfilling life than before. It was more like an ordinary person's ending. If he could, he would rather stay in the mansion in Utopia and accompany his grandson as he grew up. But when he heard that Saber's expeditionary force was seriously lacking in command personnel, Sergues stood up bravely once again.
This time, he was not the general who led the army but the logistics manager. Reality proved that Sergues did a good job. Just from the Galactic Black Market he managed, he managed to get almost seven fragments for Saber. This was already an impressive achievement.
He did not disappoint Saber's trust. With Saber's gift, he would have enough time to watch his grandson grow up healthily. After completing the meaning of his life, he would die peacefully. For the experienced Brigadier General Sergues, eternal life was not worth pursuing. Holding onto the present was the most important thing.
Well, that was a little off topic. In short, under the kindness of the experienced Sergues step by step, the vigilant young man gradually relaxed, especially when the Wise Mechanical Servant brought him a set of clean clothes. After washing up, he seemed to have crawled out of hell again.
"The appraiser under my command told me that the item you brought is very valuable, so he sent a demon to protect you without permission."
Sergei handed a high-quality cigar to the young man and helped him light it. Only then did he explain, "This is the first time I've seen you.
"This may scare you, but in our civilization, demons are not very evil creatures. As you can see, we fight side by side with them. They are part of our system …"
"This is our hope! My name is Elt. I'm the last Scholar Apprentice in our race. "
The young man followed Sergei's example and exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke. This kind of enjoyment relaxed his mind again. He stammered, "You're right.
He stammered, "The Patriarch gave me the only usable spaceship from the last era. He told me to come find you … He said you are our hope!"
As he spoke, he placed the box on the table and opened it again. There was a crudely made dagger inside. The War Knight picked it up and carefully examined its material. The blade of the dagger was curled up, but he could still vaguely see the fine craftsmanship when it was intact. From the perspective of a weapon, this thing was completely useless, but the War Knight was more concerned about its core.
Hum!
A small amount of dark green evil energy was injected into the weapon, and some hidden structure was activated. In the next moment, a sharp red light blade appeared on the dagger's broken blade, and the energy wave that the knights were very familiar with was coming out of the red light blade.
Crack!
In the next moment, the knight crushed the metal dagger with his bare hands. He reached out his finger and picked up a small piece of milky white crystal from the metal shards.
"As expected, it's a fragment of the Phoenix …"
The War Knight snorted and didn't say anything else. But this conclusion was enough!
Sergues's smile grew wider. He looked at the young man and asked softly.
"Then … Are there many of these crystals in your race?"
"Not many!"
The young man answered honestly.
"But there are definitely a lot! These crystals were originally our sacred items. They were precious treasures left behind by the previous era. They were buried in the ruins of our world's era. Only the elders of each tribe had the qualifications to possess them. My father's generation never took the initiative to search for them, because that was … that was, en, that was blasphemy! Yes! We think it's blasphemy to our ancestors! "
As he spoke, the young man clenched his fists. His eyes were filled with hatred.
"But everything changed after the demonic army came. Those monsters killed our warriors, enslaved us, and forced us to step into the ruins of our ancestors to search for these crystals for them. This has been going on for 10 years! Our people went from 27 big tribes to only 3 tribes … We tried to fight back, but we failed every time. We are no match for those monsters! "
"A month ago, the elders heard about your existence from a merchant who happened to pass by. He knew that you were also looking for these crystals, so he secretly sent me out. You are our hope!"
Before Sergues could negotiate, the young man took the initiative to reveal his background.
"The elders hope that your army can drive away those demonic creatures and that damned War Overlord! Return the freedom of our world to us, and in exchange … we! We are willing to tell you the location of the largest ruin left behind by our ancestors! "
A hint of humiliation appeared in the young man's eyes. Obviously, this condition was their bottom line.
"This is a secret that only the Grand Elders know. It's said that it's a mausoleum left behind by the Conqueror King of the previous era. In our legends, the Conqueror King loved Holy Crystals the most. He once piloted a Sky Battleship to conquer the stars. His army brought back unimaginable wealth and hundreds of Holy Crystals for him. Those things are sealed in his mausoleum."
"Hundreds of them?"
Sergues narrowed his eyes. If what the young man said was true, it meant that there were hundreds of shards on their planet. This was a shocking amount of wealth. If the Conqueror knew about this, he would be willing to give up everything to obtain these shards.
The Phoenix was not only an important guest of Utopia. In fact, as long as there were enough shards, the Phoenix could also become the sharpest weapon of human civilization. As the Conqueror's confidant, Sergues knew this very well.
"Elt, this news is very important. If it is true, we will protect your civilization at all costs. But if you are lying to us … Trust me, compared to the disaster you will suffer because of this, the enslavement you have now is like heaven."
"By the way, what is the name of the War Overlord who enslaved you?"
"I will never forget the name that is stained with the blood of my people! He arrogantly called himself the New God. He is also called … Wasteland Wolf! "
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