Look towards the center of the square along the layers of shale that rise upward.

There was a giant shale rock standing quietly, nearly ten meters high and dozens of meters long and wide.

Opposite Mark and his team, an arched gate was artificially carved out of the shale.

Mark and Monica saw from afar that there were giant metal pillars supporting the top of the rock, and some passers-by were setting up stalls and trading below.

The situation seemed to be no different from the transactions on the streets of Osborne Town.

Vicky led the two into the giant rock, passed the bronze support pillars, and passed through the stalls where people wore cloaks to cover their faces. They walked straight to an ordinary and quaint wooden house in the center of the giant rock and knocked on the door. After a light cough came from inside in response, she returned the letter to Mark and motioned Mark to take the letter in.

When Mark pushed open the wooden door, a unique aroma of wood mixed with the faint fragrance of orchids hit him in the face.

The candlelight flickered in a bronze lamp in the room. A man in a black robe wearing a black galaxy mask like the one in the square outside was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room.

The stars on the mask slowly move with the flow of light and shadow, as if the real galaxy is imprinted on the mask.

With a casual move of his hand, the letter in Mark's hand fell into the hands of the black-robed masked man under the guidance of a ray of starlight.

This magic trick made Mark more certain that the person in front of him should indeed have a close relationship with Aunt Irene. She was probably some powerful witch from the Star-Moon Church. He just didn't know whether she was stronger or weaker than Aunt Irene.

"Is it the letter from that old woman?"

The voice behind the mask had a texture like cracked ice. It was a woman's voice, probably disguised with magic. It was impossible to tell whether she was young or old.

As she casually flipped through the letters and read them, Mark clearly heard her snort of disdain.

After reading the letter, the woman tapped the oak table beside her with her fingers, and suddenly three stone bells made of black starlight shale fell from the beams, hanging above Mark's head and making a faint buzzing sound.

Mark felt his eyes go dark and he was about to fall to the ground!

"mark!"

Monica, who had been on guard outside the door, sensed something and raised her long legs to kick the half-open door of the wooden house.

But before she could make any extra moves, the bronze snake statues on both sides of the wooden door frame suddenly opened their ruby ​​snake eyes, raised their heads and flew towards Monica's throat, and they had turned into two living snakes.

Perhaps Monica's kick frightened the woman, or perhaps the woman in black robe had already done what she wanted to do.

With a wave of her hand, the three stone bells exploded into stone powder that flew straight towards the two bronze snakes attacking Monica.

The bronze snake wrapped in stone powder instantly turned back into a bronze statue, then slithered back to its original position.

"Didn't Vicky teach you the rules?" The woman glanced coldly at Monica at the door, then looked at Mark and said, "Too good of her to let a Holy Light lackey come to the Black Gold Sanctuary to deliver a letter. That old woman, Irene, is as unreasonable as ever. Hasn't she suffered enough at the hands of the men of the Holy Light Church?"

Mark was about to say something when he saw the letter he brought fly out of the black-robed woman's arms on its own.

The star-moon wax badge hovered between the two of them. The halo of the luminous mushrooms outside the giant rock pulled the badge into hundreds of silver threads, weaving an illusion of a star map in the small space.

He saw Aunt Irene's face, which seemed to dislike the trouble caused by young people as always, appear on the star map. She was making some complicated gestures towards the void.

"Stop it, old man! Really..."

The black-robed woman suddenly slammed the table and stood up, causing the star map to shatter into bits of light.

She grabbed the fallen wax badge and threw it at Mark.

The moment the sealing wax touched the palm, it turned into a pitch-black star-moon gold coin.

A cool feeling passed through the black gold into his body, and a star and moon tattoo similar to the scarred man's quietly appeared on the back of Mark's hand.

The tattoo on Mark's hand only flashed for a moment, first changing from black to white, and finally from white to slowly disappear into thin air.

Noticing the changes in Mark's hand, the black-robed woman seemed to pause for a moment, but this subtle movement was not noticed by Mark.

Mark looked at the black gold of stars and moons in his hand. He felt that it was heavier than the entire letter before. The patterns of stars and moons etched on the black gold emblem made his palm itchy.

When he wanted to ask the woman in black robe some more questions, he felt that he was pushed out of the wooden house by a repulsive force, and the wooden door closed automatically with a "bang" without any wind, almost trapping Monica's raised hair.

"What's going on? Does the boss of your Black Gold Gang have any opinions about me?"

Monica poked the silver sand patterns on the door panel with her fingertips, feeling a bit resentful. The starlight moved on the surface of the wood like living things. The wooden door that she could have kicked open easily before was now as strong as steel.

"Vicky, if this guy brings this woman here again in the future, the handling fee will be charged at the highest level. You should show them around the base first."

Okay, now it's confirmed that this woman really seems to have something against Monica.

Vicky was leaning against a bronze pillar playing with a pair of diamond knuckles, and was also stunned when she heard this.

But she knew that the adult inside had always been like this. Anyway, Mark was the only one who owned the Star-Moon Black Gold, so they really didn't need to care about Monica's attitude.

Even though the Star Moon Black Gold clients of the Black Gold Gang were allowed to bring anyone in at will in the past, now that the adult had said so, she only had to do as she was told.

Vicky led the two out of the cabin and came to the Black Gold Gang's trading market where all members used disguises and covered themselves tightly.

Vicky put her brass knuckles back into her waist holster and pointed at the market ahead. "The Black Gold Gang's business is divided into three categories. The first category is the market you see here. These are ordinary Black Gold Gang members. They hunt high-level monsters or find rare materials in the Monster Mountain Range and come to our Black Gold Gang market to trade."

"All they need to do is pay a certain fee, and our Black Gold Gang will provide them with identity concealment and location transfers free of charge. We can help them safely reach any of the thirty-six towns in the Warcraft Mountain Range."

It sounded like a legitimate business, so Mark nodded but still asked, "Doesn't the Adventurer's Guild also provide guaranteed transactions? They don't need to come to the Black Gold Gang specifically to do this, right?"

Vicky smiled confidently. "The Adventurer's Guild does guarantee transactions and store gold coins, but they have no control over what happens after the transaction is completed. With the Black Gold Gang, transactions are completely confidential. Why not choose the Black Gold Gang?"

"Did your Black Gold Gang provide them with the camouflage techniques?" As an appraiser, Monica had obviously discovered the most important thing that the Black Gold Gang needed to open this market.

Vicky had no intention of hiding anything. She nodded and pointed to the stardust shale ground beneath her feet. "This was once an altar of our Star-Moon Church. We can conceal any information about anyone in this altar."