The nun with black stockings is actually a boy?

"Oh yes, we are in the black market this time." Natalie hit her head.

"The cloak from last time will do, but we need to separate for a while." Helen crossed her arms and closed her eyes slightly.

Natalie, who had put her inner shirt back on, was immediately confused. "Why?"

"I'll go to the black market, and you go buy clothes for us to wear to the manor tomorrow. The clothes don't have to be expensive, but the style and aesthetic should at least be the same as those of the nobles. If you're too poor, you'll be looked down upon, and if you're too rich, you'll appear ostentatious." Helen raised her index finger.

They had just received eight gold coins from the Ares family, and could easily afford some fancy clothes.

"Do we really need to buy clothes? We stole these gold coins that smelled like us, even at great risk." Natalie's family used to be well off, but they fell on hard times and are very tight with money.

Helen turned around and said gently, "If the old doesn't go away, the new won't come. As long as we become stronger, there's no need to worry about not having a good future."

A blacksmith must be strong himself. The Eastern Roman Empire owned Constantinople, the richest city in the world, but what was the result?

It is still the "Istanbul" that has become the goblins'. Money is important, but without strong power to protect it, everything is a castle in the air.

Natalie uttered an "oh" and then lowered her head as she thought of something. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, "Are you sure I want to choose the clothes?"

"Well, just choose a men's long gown for me, not a women's robe." Helen said, thinking that she could finally take off her nun's uniform and put on a suit that suited her.

Wearing women's clothes for a while is just a man's endurance.

Be yourself tomorrow night!

"Oh, I see. I'll buy fewer robes and more skirts." Natalie raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

Helen nodded, thinking that Natalie was buying a dress for herself, so she stopped paying attention and turned around to get ready to go out.

"Oh, by the way, Helen, shouldn't we buy some magic pockets?"

"Oh yes, there will be a problem of not being able to fit things in next time when I pack them up."

“Remember to buy me one~”

"No problem!" Helen, wearing a cloak, turned around and made an OK gesture to Natalie.

……

The empire's black market is different from what most people imagine. It is not in the upper city or the lower city, but in the empire's sewers.

The empire's sewer system is a relic from the previous era. Coupled with the empire's continuous investment in maintenance, the active area underground in the imperial capital is actually about the same as the city's surface.

Therefore, this place is crowded with various vendors who do not have documents or for other reasons.

But that doesn't mean the empire's regulatory agencies are unaware of it. There are all kinds of people here, and even if the authorities have issued a clear ban, those who want to survive or make money will always be able to sneak in from some unknown corner.

This is what the imperial black market is like. Some people are citizens during the day, but at night they participate in smuggling to make a living and meet the needs of some people.

But this also means that the laws of the empire are difficult to enforce, personal safety is difficult to guarantee, and it is easy for gangs to rob each other.

Maybe I’ll take some good stuff to the black market tonight, and I might not even see the sun the next day.

This is also the reason why many extraordinary people would rather attend extraordinary people’s gatherings than go to the black market.

High risk does not necessarily mean high returns.

However, the black market is basically open every day, which is one of its few advantages compared to weekly gatherings. It also provides a channel for those who urgently need to sell stolen goods.

"Two magic pockets." Helen shouted towards a dark hole in the wall.

In the sewer streets where all kinds of people mixed together, filth and stench were everywhere, and people were coming and going. Everyone was either wearing a mask or a cloak like Helen.

Now that Helen shouted like this, it immediately attracted the attention of the people around her. Many people on the streets looked at Helen in the cloak, with jealousy, malice, excitement and other different emotions in their eyes.

Because Helen's voice was too childish, and what she wanted was a magic pocket. This kind of extraordinary prop that can store objects remotely is basically a necessity for extraordinary people, and the price is only high, so the above factors combined to arouse people's malice.

Children are carrying gold bricks in the busy streets, and everyone is a devil.

"Haha, if some young lady comes here to play, I advise you to take a look and leave. This is not the place for you."

An old voice came from the dark hole in the wall.

"My father specifically warned me here that if I don't go home by ten o'clock, he will bring his men to raze this place to the ground, and no one will be able to leave alive." Helen spoke in pure Neapolitan dialect.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Because this language is difficult to learn, there are actually not many people who can speak it. They are either from the Apennine gangs or the Neapolitan Yellow Flag.

"Um, your father... is it Mr. Corleone?"

After a long time, a frightened but puzzled voice came from the hole in the wall.

"No." Helen denied it in Sicilian dialect this time.

No, why the hell are you denying it in Neapolitan dialect? And it's so standard!

Everyone was complaining in their hearts.

thump!

Some of the onlookers who were not mentally prepared knelt down on the spot and said, "Yes, it's the Blood Hand Gang?!"

"Little girl, I think you've almost finished pretending. Come with me into the kiln, and I promise to sell you for a good price." Some people didn't believe it and challenged her, but they never took a step forward, so they were obviously not stupid.

In other words, although we don’t know whether those who can sneak into the black market are bad or not, they are definitely not stupid.

"Blood ties us together. Even crossing oceans cannot sever us. Are you going to declare war on me?"

Helen spoke in Sicilian dialect, raised a pistol (from the church's armory), and then accidentally (intentionally) lifted a corner of her cloak to reveal her green hair.

"Wow, it's the real thing!" When someone saw the green hair, his scalp suddenly went numb and he turned away.

"Corleone's deceased wife was a green-haired elf. She seemed to have given birth to a daughter, but I don't know if she got lost or died. And her hair doesn't look like it was dyed. Could she really be his daughter? Or an illegitimate daughter?" The original provocative person's face changed slightly when he saw the color of Helen's hair.

When the people around heard what he said, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts. In the blink of an eye, the street was deserted.

"Um, this, this is my thank-you gift to Mr. Corleone." A flattering yet fearful voice came from the dark hole in the wall.

A pair of old, withered hands placed two small gray bags at Helen's feet.

“What’s the market price?”

"Huh? The average price of a 10 square meter primary magic pocket is 200 silver coins."

"Okay, I'll have someone come over to pay for it then." Helen bent down and picked up the two magic bags on the ground.

"Miss, take care." The person in the dark hole in the wall said flatteringly.

Helen suppressed her smile, turned around and left, and when she passed a corner, she suddenly accelerated!

It feels good to pretend to be Corleone's daughter, but she is a fake after all. If the Bloody Hand Gang really finds out, she will definitely die a miserable death!

The Bloody Hand Gang may not be the largest underground force in the empire, but they have the strongest desire for revenge. Most of their members are from Naples. They will avenge their enemies and value blood ties, which is the characteristic of this gang. However, they have no connection with the local nobles of the empire, which leads to the mediocre development of their power. They find it a bit difficult to compete with local gangs.

Chapter 33: The Beautiful Legend of Sicily

After running for a distance, Helen adjusted her clothes and headed towards the black market exit.

His goal has been achieved, and all that is left is to run away quickly.

Anyone who can sell things on the black market is definitely not a fool. His previous tricks were just to scare people by using Corleone's tiger skin.

He estimated that the other party had already reacted, and the most important thing now was to run away!

Is Helen shameful?

Everyone is in the black market, and everyone is pursuing profit. They don’t care about morality. It is a skill to make money and take it out of the black market. It is just like some search and kill games. The most important thing is to take the things out alive.

"I originally wanted to find an expert on the black market to appraise it, but I'm afraid I don't have time now. I can only go to the city and spend a lot of money to find an appraiser to appraise it."

Helen sighed as she walked towards the exit.

"After receiving the report, you are pretending to be the boss's daughter, right? Now that you are leaving like this, it would be too good to be true. Why don't you come and sit with us?"

A strong voice sounded behind Helen.

This made Helen, who had one foot halfway outside the black market, freeze in place.

"Aha, please don't catch me, I surrender!" Helen turned around quickly with a smile on her face.

The man in a suit was startled for a moment, then smiled with relief: "You don't seem afraid at all?"

"Three ordinary people holding firearms. You are a level 1 gunsmith. If you want to kill me, why don't you shoot me on the spot? Why waste time calling me?" Helen answered in Sicilian dialect.

The man smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "Then please come with us. Our boss wants to see you."

The Blood Hand Gang members lurking around came out and surrounded Helen.

"Then please lead the way, sir." Helen gave the other party a very standard Sicilian court salute.

The man stopped laughing immediately.

Because etiquette and dialects are difficult to imitate in a short period of time, even if you learn them through extraordinary means, the temperament will be inferior. Therefore, judging from the other party's conversation and etiquette...

Could she be the daughter of a Venetian governor, or perhaps the princess of the Kingdom of Naples? But according to the intelligence, this person has green hair, and there are no famous green-haired nobles in these two places.

byd, who the hell are you?

The Blood Hand Gang leader complained inwardly.

For a moment, the Blood Hand Gang members who surrounded Helen did not dare to do anything to Helen, and could only protect Helen and walk deeper into the sewer.

Helen, who was following in the crowd, was not nervous at all.

He was indeed an ordinary player in his previous life, but that didn't mean that ordinary players wouldn't delve into the traditional etiquette of various countries, especially those of kings and nobles.

In her previous life, Helen was a player who gravitated towards life. She basically knew all these tedious etiquettes. In addition, she had worked part-time as a waiter in a big hotel in her previous life, so she knew them not only in her mind but also in her body.

Even the Japanese practice of stripping and getting married was touched upon, although it was never done.

……

The Empire's sewers are very complex, and even the most experienced plumbers cannot guarantee that they know the entire picture of the Empire's sewers.

Therefore, these people took Helen to the Blood Hand Gang's lair without blinding Helen at all, because you simply can't remember.

After many twists and turns, Helen was led by the Blood Hand Gang members to a dead end, and the leading leader reached out and pressed a brick.

The walls of the dead end slowly opened from both sides like a door, revealing a bright passage.

"Please." The little leader stepped aside to make way.

Helen took a deep breath and walked in. The other Bloody Hand Gang members quickly followed. However, Helen's steps were too steady, and the Bloody Hand Gang members following her became like bodyguards protecting her safety.

After passing through the passage, you will be greeted by a spacious hall. The floor is no longer a bumpy gravel road, but smooth marble. The Blood Hand Gang members coming and going, and the exquisitely carved stone pillars make people feel that this is the imperial government hall, not a gangster's lair.

"The boss is waiting for you in the room at the end of the second floor." The leading leader said to Helen.

Helen looked up at the staircase between the second floor and the hall. Compared to the bustling hall on the first floor, there was no one on the second floor, only luxurious red carpets and bright lights.

"You can only go up if you get the boss's approval." The little leader seemed to see Helen's confusion, so he explained.

Helen nodded and walked towards the stairs in the middle hall.

There were two guards standing on the stairs, and one of them reached out and grabbed Helen.

Helen was about to explain, but the guard said, "You must smoke before going up the stairs, and you must finish smoking before you reach the top of the stairs."

The corners of Helen's mouth twitched slightly.

There are so many damn rules. How did the players who pushed this dungeon back then only spend half an hour speedrunning it?

"I know, but what should I do since I'm still a child?" Helen said slowly.

The crisp but pleasant sound made many people in the hall stop and take out lighters from their pockets.

"Please wait a moment." The guard said very politely, then ran to the front desk to get a lollipop, and came back to hand it to Helen.

"Then do I have to finish my lollipop before I can go upstairs?" Helen was a little overwhelmed.

The guard nodded.

Helen reached out helplessly to take the lollipop, tore off the candy wrapper, and put the lollipop in her mouth.