In the market of Malo Port, the vendors' hawking sounds overwhelmed it, which was very noisy.

The air here seems to have a fishy smell.

Although Marlow, known as "Stone Crown on the Waves", is a veritable pirate city, the market here is developing very large.

Pirates also want to live.

The market is under the management of the most powerful black merchant power in the city. As long as you pay a certain amount of money to this black merchant organization, anyone can sell goods here.

Black merchants will also protect the goods of small vendors, and even arbitrate for transaction disputes when necessary.

The result of the arbitration is not necessarily fair, but no one must have refuted it.

The last person who was dissatisfied with the arbitration results of the black commerce guild was probably still calm in a bay somewhere.

The rules in the underworld have always been so barbaric.

Putting aside the rules behind this market, you can find almost anything you want to buy in this island market, including wine, food, weapons and props, and even a living slave with half a piece of dead grass on top of your head.

The Holy See's informant Argo walked in this black market with a capable subordinate, and seemed to be trying to place an order for his daily purchases in his tavern.

Very normal.

After visiting the market for a while, the fat boss with blue hair and a little mermaid blood seemed to be tired of walking, so he casually took a bench in front of a vendor and sat down.

Argo, who runs a tavern and has a group of thugs, is also considered a number of people in Marlowe, and the vendors all recognize him. Therefore, the stall owner who took the bench was not annoyed at all, but kept smiling at him.

"Do your own business, I'll take a break here for you, don't bother me."

"Okay, OK."

Argo casually sent the vendors around him away.

After a while of humming, he set his eyes on a fruit stall not far away from the opposite side.

"Go, get me a coconut at Kewan's stall, it's a lot of water." Argo spat on the ground and gave orders to his men.

When the boss spoke, he naturally had to do things as a subordinate.

So the big and thick thugs walked to the fruit stall with big strides and stretched out their hands: "Mr. Argo wants to eat your coconut, and you have a lot of juicy one."

The fruit vendor is also a good person. He nodded repeatedly and carefully selected the stalls and took out the one with the best quality.

The thug picked it up, turned his head and left.

As for the money for buying coconuts, does Boss Argo have to pay for your rotten coconut?

On the top of the coconut shell, there are three naturally formed holes at the point of the point, one of which can easily penetrate and pour out the coconut milk.

The fruit stall vendor had just thoughtfully opened the hole.

Argo took the coconut, held it and tilted his head and drank it for two sips. The juice was really cool and quenched thirst.

Then he sat there and rested for a while, confirming that today's purchase had been completed, and then moved his fat body and left the black market with the coconut.

After leaving the market and walking a few streets, Argo stopped in the unmanned back alley of the [Storm and Haitao] Tavern.

He took off a dagger on his waist and pulled it up at the coconut green under his hand.

A sharp blade pried out a gap on the coconut shell, and you could see the white coconut meat inside and half of the uncooked coconut juice inside.

Inside the white slurry water, there was a small roll of parchment paper that was impermeable, shaking up and down.

Argo calmly put away the parchment paper roll, then threw the half-left coconut to his subordinates, and went straight into the back door of his own tavern.

...

"Sir, and Miss, I have received an information that you will definitely be interested in." Argo walked into the intelligence room, like a lynx hunting returned.

Looking at the intelligence across the table, Dorn, who was dizzy, lazily raised his head: "Oh? Is it related to the Storm Order?"

The attention of the others in the room was also attracted by the hotel owner.

"Yes, sir. I just received important news from an informant in the black commerce guild." Argo took out the parchment paper with coconut juice, "Because you need it, the collection of news about the Storm Clan has been much stronger recently."

The source of the information was the black commerce guild, and it was one of the top major forces in Marlowe.

Argo's ability to develop and install informants in it and get important news is enough to show his ability to do intelligence work.

If it were in the past, this tavern owner who only had a group of thugs would never dare to do such a thing.

But since it was launched with the Holy See, everything has been different.

Using the resources and help provided by the Holy See faraway on land, Argo has weaved a large intelligence network in Port Marlo and extended his hand to the entire island city.

His secret power has grown and expanded many times after years of operation!

Argo enjoys this feeling of secret manipulation.

As for the Holy See, as long as there is no violation of the law and agreements with the Holy See, there will be no excessive intervention in the act of cultivating power by this informant.

After all, the entire Marlowe Port was originally an unlawful place.

"Is there a connection between the Storm Order and the Black Merchant Association?" Dorn said, taking the parchment.

Argo just nodded to this:

"I just learned that the Storm Sons entrust well-informed black merchants every year to find a large ship with relatively weak defense."

In the Storm Islands, it is normal for various forces of all sizes to have complex connections.

And it sounds like the Storm Sons are looking for ships every year, and they should be preparing for the sea festival.

After circulating the parchment paper, Dorn and others received several important new news.

The Storm Son has found a suitable ship through the black merchants this year, called the Golden Merri.

In addition, the information of the representatives of the Storm Clan who had been in contact with black merchants for a long time was also disclosed-

He is a man in his thirties, with the identity of an elder in the Storm Son, named Kewan.

This person often moves in Port Marlowe, and his frequent locations are also revealed by people from the black merchants.

"The elder of the Storm Sons, this is really important news." Dorn looked at the contents on the parchment several times, and finally a smile appeared on his originally tired face.

A few days later, Miss Favna had prepared a batch of deformation potions and completed the delivery.

These potions are probably coming in handy soon.
Chapter completed!