Chapter 1064: Black Crystal Town (2)

A small number of subordinates from the territory can be summoned here.

Should he call Gu Qing and the others out?

After thinking it over carefully, he decided against it.

Zhao Chi would have liked to let them out to have some fun, but now wasn't the time for playing.

After all, this was his first time here, a stranger in a strange land, so this wasn't a good moment.

They could all live a thousand years; there would be plenty of time to play later, no need to insist on it now.

Besides, their looks were too stunning and their figures too outstanding — they would draw far too much attention.

That wouldn't be good.

What Zhao Chi needed most right now was to keep a low profile, sell off those 3,200-plus pairs of stockings, and then buy useful supplies — that was the top priority.

So he immediately strode forward.

He arrived at the first exchange.

"Good Exchange"

So many people.

Perhaps because this exchange was the closest to the caravan camp, the place was extremely packed.

Just getting through the main entrance required squeezing in.

Quite a few merchants of smaller races didn't dare enter and could only loiter outside the door.

Inside it was all burly men — minotaurs, beastfolk, humans.

The smell was complicated.

Mo Ming might like it here.

Zhao Chi thought for a moment, then squeezed in anyway.

He didn't want to miss a single one of these exchanges.

Once he pushed his way inside, he was really pressed up against burly men everywhere.

He couldn't understand why Mo Ming liked this feeling…

Fortunately, Zhao Chi's constitution was extremely strong and his strength was decent, so jostling with these burly males didn't put him at a disadvantage.

He quickly squeezed to the front, finished the registration in a flash, and got the access from the staff.

The exchange in Dark Night City was still somewhat different from the one in Snowfield City.

Snowfield City's was more like a trading institution — everything felt very proper.

Clean and tidy, like a bank.

But this place felt more like an informal trading platform, or a flea market — a chaotic mess.

Though it might also be that this exchange was aimed at caravans; with so many people, it was impossible to keep things too tidy.

As long as it could fulfill the most basic function of trading, that was enough.

He passed through the registration hall.

He arrived at the trading courtyard in the back.

The staff repeated their reminder with a blank expression:

"Move along, move along, don't stop in the aisles."

"Don't carry too much cargo. Keep an eye on your belongings — if you lose them, it's on you."

"No relieving yourself anywhere; there are toilets inside."

"No private transactions. If you want to deal under the table, please go outside."

This really was a big courtyard, people everywhere, very much like a bustling night market.