"Is this the last one?"
"It's the last one for tonight."
"That's what I mean." A Black Merchant patted the well-locked carriage, then glanced sideways at Harlow, "You're about two hours late from the scheduled time, what happened to you? Why is your face covered in wounds?"
"Got held up by an idiot," Harlow replied irritably. "They hit me so hard I almost got my bones broken."
The Black Merchant raised an eyebrow: "And what about him?"
Harlow said flatly, "Probably dead by now."
"Haha, that indeed sounds like your style."
The Black Merchant chuckled and was about to get on the carriage, but Harlow stopped him in time.
"What do you think about Wildfire?"
The Black Merchant turned back to look at Harlow: "You really want to go?"
"Why not give it a try?" Harlow said. "It's a blue ocean there, with no Church present, and hasn't been divided up by other Gold Merchants yet. Wouldn't that make it easier to act freely?"
