The name of the secret bazaar.
The restriction of opening once a month.
All of them reminded Kieran of Broker.
"Since a year ago, the secret bazaar has appeared around Shatterstone Town, regularly selling potions and items that weren't commonly seen in the market. It attracted merchants, mercenaries, bandits and robbers to Supreme Road and one or two treasures would appear from time to time!
No matter how I look at it, it's exactly the same as the secret bazaar in the big city!
Placing such an obvious sign near Shatterstone Town and ordering Modi to send his men to destroy the town, such a coincidence … "
Kieran squinted his eyes as he muttered in his heart.
Kieran who never believed in coincidences picked up the scent of a conspiracy.
Therefore, he needed to know more details about the secret bazaar.
He wanted to know what Broker was up to.
Of course, it might be a trap targeted at the latecomers.
So, Kieran needed Old Peeker to go with him.
…
Old Peeker was carrying two cages and a bundle of fresh grass on his back as he walked on the scab ground with some difficulty. The red, hard, irregular protrusions on the ground hurt Old Peeker's feet.
However, the inn owner didn't dare to complain.
It wasn't just because he had Kieran behind him, it was also because it was the local custom that the locals followed.
The locals knew Supreme Road was formed by God Fenrir who felt pity for the human world's diseases, plagues and famine. He walked on the path filled with iron brambles and formed it.
Following God Fenrir's footsteps, his blood started to flow on the iron brambles. The iron brambles that couldn't be cut by swords and blades and couldn't be devoured by flames started to soften.
In the end, it vanished.
Along with it, the human world's diseases, plagues and famine also vanished.
And …
God Fenrir.
Legend said that God Fenrir exhausted the last bit of his divine power, his tainted body turned into a scab ground. Not even a blade of grass grew in the place, all that was left was hard rocks.
But the people were thankful to God Fenrir.
They honored this barren land as the Supreme Road, and also honored the god Fenrir as the Supreme God.
But there were also those who disdained and criticized Fenrir.
When they passed through the Supreme Road, they would be cursed.
Old Peeker who was born near Supreme Road was deeply affected by the curse and didn't dare to have any blasphemous thoughts towards Fenrir.
Kieran also knew about this legend from his simple memories.
But it was different from Old Peeker's fear and respect.
Kieran only maintained the most basic respect for the Heavenly God, Fenrir.
Because of strength.
Kieran had seen real gods before.
None of them were selfless.
In fact, in some aspects, some of them could even be compared to an upright person.
At the very least, a righteous person would not betray his friends.
Kieran didn't know what the Heaven God Fenrir looked like, but he didn't really believe that the Heaven God Fenrir would sacrifice herself for others.
Therefore, Kieran only respected his opponent's strength.
The strong deserved respect.
Both of them followed Old Peeker all the way until noon before they stopped.
"Milord, it's right in front."
Old Peeker pointed at a hill further away.
From the looks of it, the hill was no different from the other ones but Kieran's Intuition told him that inside the hill, or more precisely, under the ground, there was a deep and gloomy aura that made one uncomfortable. It felt like one was standing on the edge of a cliff without handrails at night, leaning over and looking down.
Other than the darkness, it was a bottomless abyss.
Kieran squinted his eyes and sized up the place.
Old Peeker beside him took out a water bottle and dry rations.
Both of them were necessities for a traveler.
The water bottle was big and filled with enough water. The dry rations were mixed with some wheat bran, making the dry rations drier and easier to preserve.
"Milord, do you need anything?"
Old Peeker asked as he took the dry rations and water.
Kieran shook his head.
Just when Old Peeker thought Kieran wouldn't eat, he saw Kieran also take out a water bottle and dry rations.
The water bottle was exquisite and when the lid was opened, a faint sweet aroma floated out, obviously honey was added to the water.
The dry rations were made with fine white bread mixed with some dehydrated grapes.
However, what shocked Old Peeker the most was that Kieran pulled out a ham from his backpack.
Old Peeker saw Kieran cut the ham with a small knife and placed it on the white bread, chewing it carefully and sipping water from time to time.
Old Peeker suddenly felt the dry rations that were considered delicious a moment ago became hard to swallow, especially the wheat bran, it stuck in his throat and hurt him.
The water also became bland and tasteless, giving off a faint fishy smell.
Old Peeker dared not ask for food from Kieran.
Because when the thought rose in Old Peeker's heart, Kieran's gaze landed on him.
The gaze contained a mighty pressure that suffocated Old Peeker, an illusion of a primordial vicious beast chewing slowly appeared before his eyes.
Don't speak!
If you speak, you will be killed!
No, no!
You will be eaten!
The information from the illusion was accurately received by Old Peeker.
For the next half an hour, Old Peeker didn't just tremble in fear, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, afraid that he would disturb Kieran's meal.
That's right, it was eating!
Old Peeker had never seen a person like Kieran who was so protective of his food.
Only some wild beasts would.
Of course, Old Peeker didn't dare to say such words out loud.
No doubt this lunch was destined to be a torturous one.
When he saw Kieran put away the water bottle, Old Peeker heaved a long breath of relief. He eagerly picked up the necessary items and went on his way faster than before.
Soon, they arrived at the hill.
Old Peeker lowered his head and searched.
When he touched a palm-sized rock, Old Peeker's face showed joy.
"Found it, my lord!"
Old Peeker then pushed the rock hard.
Kak!
With the sound of a spring, a secret door appeared on the ground in front of the hill.
The secret door wasn't closed, it was wide open from the moment it appeared.
A thick black smoke that blocked the sunlight was sprayed out from the front of the hill, shrouding Old Peeker who was standing on the hill.
Kieran, on the other hand, had already moved aside the moment the black smoke sprayed out.
However, the black smoke didn't give up.
It attacked Kieran like maggots on his bones.
"My lord, you don't have to resist.
This is the necessary procedure to enter the secret bazaar. As long as we are inside, we can drive away the darkness with the crowing of the rooster and see the dawn! "
Old Peeker reminded Kieran loudly while he was shrouded in the black smoke.
It wasn't the first time.
Along the way, Old Peeker had reminded Kieran multiple times.
However, similar to the first time, Kieran also didn't want to be enveloped by the black smoke.
As long as Kieran wasn't an idiot, he wouldn't rashly step into the process that Broker set up.
Let alone … dawn.
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