Simon and the others left the old man's shop, but they were not in a hurry to leave the Bansai black market. The third mason took Simon to other places, and they went directly to the very center of the Bansai black market.

There is a seven-story high-rise building with a large area.

There are a lot of spiritual bodies lurking in the corners of this tall building.

In the square in front of the tall building hangs four flags, each with a special mark.

"These four flags represent the four controllers of the Bansai black market, and this tall building is the official management office of the Bansai black market," explained the third mason.

"What are we doing here?"

"You want a signpost," said the third mason.

It is.

Simon followed the third mason and walked in. On the ceiling of the hall on the first floor, there was a huge strange eye, which was scanning everyone in the hall.

The hall is divided into many areas, representing different types of affairs.

The third mason took Simon to one of the areas, and behind the counter was a female police officer with a standard professional smile on her face.

"I need a signpost pass," said the third mason.

"Okay." The service staff took out the beautiful box from behind the counter, which contained a black rock road sign.

"A total of 100 Dream Coins," said the service staff.

"Pay with a memory card," said the third mason.

"Understood." The service staff took out a black card and handed it to the third mason.

The third mason took the black card, and mental power covered the black card, followed by rows of strange symbols and numbers.

After the third mason checked the black card, he handed the black card to the service staff, who put the black card into a black machine.

The service staff started the machine, and Simon noticed that there were mental fluctuations in the machine.

Simon looked strange.

After a few minutes, the service staff took out the black card and handed it to the third mason.

"Sir, the payment has been completed."

The third mason checked it again, and after confirming that it was correct, mental power covered it again, and the symbols and numbers on it disappeared one after another. Then the black card was returned to the service staff.

"This is your signpost." The obsidian signpost respectfully passed to the third mason.

The third mason took the obsidian road sign, returned the box to the service staff, and handed the obsidian road sign to Simon.

The two left the counter, and Simon quickly said: "Thank you, Mr. Martin, I will give you back when I exchange for black coins in the future."

"This is not in a hurry, there will be time in the future." The third mason smiled.

"By the way, Mr. Martin, what was the black card just now?" Simon asked curiously.

"That's a memory card, which can store black coins. You know that there are too many things like black coins that you can't carry, so Dreamland invented this kind of memory card, which can store the number of black coins you have.

Only one's own mental power password can activate the memory card, and then it can be added and removed through their specific machine, which is very convenient.

However, many people don't trust the Dreamland, and they only store a small amount at most, and so do I. ' explained the third mason.

Good guy, isn't this the bank's storage card? It's all been invented.

The third mason took Simon to other areas on the first floor. There were some people in this area. They were watching a wall with a lot of paper stuck on it.

"What is this for?" Simon asked curiously.

"The bounty list, if you can't find anything in the Bansai black market, you can post a bounty here, and let people in the Bansai black market or even other places in the Dreamland help you find it.

If you can't find a suitable person to help you, you can place a reward here. As long as you can afford the price, some people will help you, but the person who offers the reward may not be reliable. If you want to do something, it is best to sign a contract. And it has to be a highly binding contract. said the third mason.

"I see." Simon nodded.

"Okay, my mental strength can't hold it anymore, so I'm here today. The Bansai black market is a land of opportunities, and it is also a land of perils. There are a lot of rules and taboos here. I'll tell you when I go out. You, the rest is up to you," said the third mason.

"Thank you, Mr. Martin. I will be careful."

The third mason nodded, took Simon out of the Bansai black market, and left the spiritual world with the obsidian road sign. The consciousness of the two returned to their bodies quickly.

After the return of consciousness, Simon was still unable to fully control his body, and it took two seconds to recover. Simon also investigated the situation of the evil **** of Montenegro. He was still honest, and Simon was relieved.

"Simon, how is the situation? Have you found a helper?" Seti Nanbo asked immediately.

"I found someone, but I haven't talked about it yet, but I have found a solution." Simon smiled.

"That's good." Seti Nanbo nodded with a smile.

A few days later, the third mason transcribed the first four layers of the secret method of the divine power sequence to Simon, and also informed him of his cultivation experience, and also informed Simon of the rules and taboos of the Bansai black market and even the land of dreams.

Simon was not in a hurry to go to the Bansai black market, he was going to wait for the third mason and others to leave before talking.

However, in the next few days, the injuries of the third stonemason deteriorated. The poison of the spider **** was not completely relieved by the antidote. After they carried it for a few days, it deteriorated. This kind of poison is extremely terrifying. Simon's demon The medical method could not be completely solved, Simon tried his best to stabilize their injuries with the help of the evil **** of Montenegro.

After waiting for three more days, the rescuer finally came.

A huge magic eagle descended. The size of this magic eagle was more than double that of Simon's magic bird, and it was a beast king-level monster.

There were two people sitting on its back, a stern middle-aged man and a gray-haired old man.

The third mason breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them.

"Plato, show us quickly." The third mason said to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man hurried over to check the third mason's condition, his expression changed: "You are poisoned, and the poison is violent enough."

He cut open the third mason's skin, bleed, dipped a little with his fingers, and then put it in his mouth under Simon's shocked gaze, eating the third mason's blood.

"What are you doing, the blood is poisonous." Simon said quickly.

"I know it's poisonous, so it's fine." The other party smiled, but immediately his face became ugly, his body twitched, and he foamed at the mouth.

The horse's ~lightnovelpub.net~ is still in the way, doesn't it roll over?

Simon really wanted to call him a fool, so he quickly gave him life magic energy.

"Quick, take my antidote." The old man said in a trembling voice.

The middle-aged man next to him immediately opened the box he brought, took out a box, and put a dozen syringes in it. He took one at random, and quickly inserted it into the old man's neck to inject the antidote into his. in vivo.

"Is this old gentleman always so reckless?" Simon looked at the third mason and others.

The third mason and the others laughed bitterly, admitting it, and everyone just looked at the old man's situation.

After half a minute, the old man's condition improved a lot.

Seeing that the old man's condition improved, the middle-aged man calmed down, looked at Simon and said. "You are the eighth blacksmith, Simon Gust?"

"I am, are you?"

"Second blacksmith Robo Dane, this is Prato Betan, the magician of the Mason Guild," the middle-aged man said.