Mystery: The Star Key

What an underground boxing ring looks like, Igna never thought about it.

However, if you think about it, it will not be too different from the places in the East District, with a foul smell, dead mice everywhere, and dirty residents. The only difference is probably that the people there may not be ashamed. But chances are it will be more disgusting.

However, Igna was wrong.

He first followed Dunn into an unremarkable tavern.

From the outside, this tavern looks clean and tidy. The wooden sign hanging on the door has a certain age, but it is better than being clean, tidy and orderly.

However, this is a pub in the Eastside.

As a pub, it is cleaner than most residential areas in the East Side. It is also an orderly and neat place that is extremely rare in the entire East District.

Although the bar and chairs here are unremarkable, they are all made of better Balam logs. There were quite a few people inside, but it was orderly, and the conversation was soft-spoken. The bartenders who work here are also decently dressed.

If Ignat was not very clear that he was in the Eastern District, he would probably think that he had entered a certain club with a certain history in the Chorwood District.

Igna tried his best not to show a surprised expression, but followed Dunn closely.

I saw Dunn Smith handed it over to the bartender Ten Souls as usual, and ordered a cup of "Arcane Throne" and a cup of "Long Night Afterfire".

Dunn pushed the "Long Night Afterfire" in front of Igna, and there was a small number plate next to the coaster of the two cocktails. One iron and one gold, with the same number written on it - number 1412.

The iron one is next to the "Long Night Afterfire", and the golden one is next to the "Arcane Throne".

"Admission tickets?" Igna asked in a low voice in Old Fusac, picking up the cocktail invented by Emperor Roselle.

"Well." Dunn Smith said, "Come on."

Ignat looked at the wine glass with ice cubes and lemon slices floating in his hand, frowned, and raised his head to "drink it all."

Of course, he actually used a trick to transfer the wine from the glass to other places.

"Long Night Fire" is based on the Feysac people's favorite vodka, added with Kahlua coffee liquor, and a moderate amount of ice cubes and lemon. It has a high alcohol concentration.

In the case of waiting to fight, Igna did not want to let alcohol affect his judgment.

By the way, Dunn's glass of "Arcane Throne" was made with Fenerpot gin, Cointreau and orange juice as the base. Also known as "Golden Dream".

Seeing this, Dunn just raised his eyebrows and didn't say much. He also "drinked" the "Arcane Throne" in his cup, picked up the golden number plate and walked towards the back door.

The bartender on the side didn't stop him, and the people drinking in the bar just glanced at the pair of Igna and Dunn, and didn't say much.

And the waiter who was at the back door, saw the two walking in, very respectfully opened the "basement door" for them, and handed them two masks. One gold, one iron.

Dunn picked up the mask and walked in without changing his face, and Igna could only do the same.

However, when the door of the basement opened, Igna felt a discomfort. Even more so when you walk in.

This passage has the usual gloomy coldness of the basement.

But there was something that made Igna feel very resistant.

After showing obvious signs of digestion before, Igna never saw anything that shouldn't be seen, or heard anything that shouldn't be heard, but at this moment, he actually felt something in his ear , The back of the neck, the chest, and the exposed skin gently blow.

The view from the basement was not good, and Igna couldn't see whether Dunn had any reaction.

Then, the next moment, he clearly felt that he had entered a dream.

This time, he was in the basement, he could see the surroundings clearly, and the cold feeling disappeared all at once.

Dunn turned around, and the mask was removed from his face.

He asked with concern, "what's the matter with you?"

"Captain Dunn, do you have eyes behind your back?" Igna wanted to ask, but it was meaningless to say such nonsense at this time.

So, he changed his words and answered Dunn's question directly: "Captain, I feel unwell."

Dunn raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat questioning expression.

"Tell me specifically?"

"I don't know the specific reason." Igna answered truthfully. But Igna still described the situation just now in detail.

As a Nighthawk, Dunn must have more experience than him. He didn't know the specific reason, and Dunn might have a clue.

"Your approach is very inspirational," Dunn said.

"Yeah." Igna nodded, "That's right." Sequence pathways with divination abilities are more dependent on and closer to the spiritual world.

Dunn nodded, then recited softly like a poet:

"Bright star! I pray to be as firm as you,

"But I don't want to hang high in the night sky, alone, and keep my eyes open forever,

"Like a patient, sleepless hermit in nature, constantly looking at the surging sea,

"The priest of the earth, who washes the shores where men dwell with holy water,

"Or look at the white snow that flutters, like a veil,

"Bright, light, covered with depressions and mountains... (Note 1

Ignat immediately felt calm, and his vision was clearer than before. The sleepiness of the night disappeared at this moment, and he seemed to be full of strength.

Obviously, this is the ability of the Night Path Sequence 8 "Midnight Poet".

"Thank you Captain Dunn." Ignatius said.

"No thanks." Dunn Smith nodded and looked at Igna with those eyes as deep as a lake, "As long as this makes you feel better."

"Wait a minute, no matter what you see, remember, we're just here for a mission," Dunn said.

"Okay." Igna nodded, Dunn had already given him a vaccination.

Wait a minute, no matter what you see, it's just a "task".

Dunn turned around, and Igna quickly knew that he had woken up from a dream.

They continued to walk in the basement and soon came to an end.

The moment the door opened, it took Igna a while to get used to the light outside.

To his surprise, he seemed to have come to another time and space.

There is a corridor outside the basement. Although it is not splendid and beautiful, it is almost the same as the opera house he has been to. Like a beautiful viewing place.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him." Ignatius could vaguely hear such a call.

The sound of the call sign was very neat, but it seemed to be separated by something outside the door, and it sounded a little vague.

"Hello, Master 1412." A waiter stood outside the door, waiting for Dunn and Igna.

He smiled and bowed to Dunn: "May I ask whether No. 1412 will play directly, or do you have a favorite opponent?"

Dunn threw the number plate to the waiter as he spoke.

"After 10 numbers, let him go. Now let's rest in the room."

"Okay." After the waiter took the number plate, he motioned Dunn and Igna to go to the corridor on the right.

Dunn nodded, and Igna could only follow behind Dunn in silence. The waiter dutifully led them to the exclusive room at No. 1412.

There are neat tables and chairs in the room, obviously a relatively sophisticated preparation room. Looking out from the preparation room, you can see two black curtains.

The moment the door was opened, the callsign that sounded a little hazy immediately became clear. Even the sound was so loud that it seemed to fill Igna's head.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

From outside the curtain, the neat cries, one after another, seem to never stop.

"The number has been arranged for you, and I will come up two numbers in advance to bring 1412 to prepare. If you have other players you want to bet on, you can call me at any time. I wish you a happy viewing." The waiter said respectfully.

Dunn nodded very casually, and the waiter left the room.

Hearing the voices outside, Igna felt more and more uncomfortable. The discomfort that was just slightly appeased by the poem was ignited again in an instant.

Dunn patted Ignatius on the shoulder, sighed and said, "I only saw someone come here in my dreams. Now, let's see for ourselves."

Igna nodded solemnly.

Dunn just told him that this is "the slaughterhouse of the world".

The curtain is drawn. The theater lit with whale oil was as bright as day~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The boxes were filled with people wearing masks to watch. Countless humans were also surrounded by the platform.

The two people in the theater had red eyes.

The shouts outside were deafening.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

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Note 1: Quoted from "Sonnet: The Bright Star" [English] John Keats.

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Backlund underground boxing stadium, I'm nonsense. There is no historical basis. Old Victorian London sure had black boxers, but it was definitely not the place.

p.s Originally, I wanted to write about Bloody Mary, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. It felt dirty.

I don't know how to drink, so I searched directly according to the color I wanted. I haven't tasted any wine. But still put the used data here. If there is a more suitable wine, book friends are welcome to suggest.

The prototype of "Long Night After Fire" is a black cocktail, Black Russia, which is based on vodka and adds honeydew coffee liquor.

The prototype of "Arcane Throne" is a golden cocktail, "Golden Dream", Italian dessert wine with orange juice and evaporated milk.

Well, 1412 is also a joke. Phantom Thief 1412.

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