The Emerald Tower

Behind the gate, the master with sharp eyes had stepped aside.

This is a tall, strong man with a strong killing intent on his body.

Butcher, servant!

When ordinary people see this man, they will definitely have such guesses in their hearts, and for people walking in the shadows, this man represents more meaning.

Dean glanced at him, and the man agreed to look at Dean.

After the sight of the two sides was wrong, Dean walked inward without noticing it, and the other side also closed the door, silently walking into the shadow behind the door.

Sometimes, identification does not require much process.

One face, one look is enough.

Especially for people walking in the shadows-that kind of shadow and dark breath is really familiar.

It is different from the vibrant and noisy under the sun.

In the shadows and darkness is Jingyi, it is cold, it is a breath of life like moss: not noticeable, but absolute.

It's like the black market that Dean entered.

Every black market has a large number of people, but it is all quiet.

Except for the bar counters, shops, etc. that may appear in the ‘core locations’, the rest of the people are communicating in a low voice to an imperceptible level.

Therefore, after entering here, there is always a humming sound in my ears.

Comparable to countless flies.

And this is because countless people's whispered communication eventually converged into a big one.

Such voices sounded in my ears one after another.

Dean can distinguish most of the content of the conversation-this is the result of the old thief's training for him, of course, and the basis of his own [perception].

However, Dean didn't ask too much about this.

As a person familiar with the operation of the black market, he knows exactly where he should go in the black market if he wants to inquire about a piece of news.

Take a step forward. The steps are light, without the slightest sound.

Like a ghost in the night, it passed through the surrounding crowd.

And Dean walking like this. Did not attract the attention of anyone present; after all, here. Most people walk this way.

Whisper-like murmurs, ghostly spirits.

The biggest feature of the black market.

Or, to be more precise, people who come to the black market have such characteristics.

As for those who do not have such characteristics?

That means, a stranger.

In the black market, strangers are often representatives of fat sheep.

Do not believe in some so-called ‘rules’!

Especially in a group of thieves, assassins, killers, etc. In the gathering place of people who can't be seen, the binding force of such rules is conceivable.

After passing through a few crowds, Dean quietly managed to be in the most conspicuous position in the hall in front of him-there are three candlesticks here. For the entire hall that looks extremely dark, it is undoubtedly bright and annoying. It is eye-catching, and here is the'core position' of the entire black market.

"Hey, buddy, would you like a drink?"

Behind the table similar to the bar. A thin man holding a flannel and wiping a cup looked at Dean with a smile.

"No, I want to see the "menu"!"

Wear a hood. Dean shook his head without revealing his true colors. Suddenly, his hood shook, and even the shadow became more and more distorted.

Drinking in the black city is definitely not a wise choice.

In addition to the side effects caused by alcohol, it is more that the wine here is involved in something-water, which is just the most basic impurities.

The other is: expensive.

From the outside world. A glass of Kimpton wine or two is simply unimaginable.

And here. It is commonplace.

As for the "menu"?

It is a scroll that records some secret things, news, missions, and other information that happened recently.

"Ok!"

Thin man. With a gentle smile, he passed a piece of parchment.

Dean didn’t pick it up, just let the other person spread it out on the table, and looked at it carefully with the light brought by the candlestick—most of these scrolls were clean, but occasionally one or two additions appeared. Yes, some tracking powder unless you chop off your palm, otherwise, within a month, you will always emit an inexplicable breath.

It may not be obvious to people, but to animals, it is as conspicuous as a beacon in the dark.

And because of what he was going to do, Dean would never want to see such a thing happen.

Dean's gaze started from the top of the scroll and scanned to the bottom, carefully examining every line of text--

"Is this the latest?"

Dean asked.

"Yes, this is the latest issue-just changed this morning!"

The thin man nodded.

"So... I think I can sell some news!"

Dean let out a chuckle and said slowly.

"What kind of news?"

The thin man didn't have any surprises, he said very often.

There are no special rules for buyers and sellers in the black market. Whoever has unique and rare news is the seller.

And the so-called buyer?

It is anyone who is interested.

"Pirate League!"

Dean's voice was lowered, as if he were talking to those around him.

And the thin man in front of Dean chuckled slightly after he was taken aback: "It seems that you have some great news-man, you are going to make a fortune!"

"Not only do I want to be rich, but I also need to be safe!"

Dean said so.

Anyone who is blinded by greed in the black market will not live long.

Although Dean has other plans and doesn't mind attracting more people, some performances are necessary-because he needs to convince the person in charge of the black market that he knows enough Many, and just a veteran.

With the approval of the black market, it is much easier to ‘fish’ some people.

Dean doesn't like running behind other people's ass.

What he prefers is to take the initiative and let others come to him.

especially. If conditions permit, he is more willing to hold the initiative firmly in his hands.

"Of course, we can guarantee your safety-just... your message is true!"

The thin man said repeatedly.

"Of course my news is true—Nock. It's a part of it, which happens to be. I am a little familiar with this guy, but recently, his abnormality has surprised me! So, I followed the vine. I found such a surprising inside story... well, this is the limit I can say! Now, help me hang the news!"

While talking, Dean threw three Kimptons towards the bar.

"I only waited for two days in the'Seagull Hotel' in the wharf area. Anyone who is interested can find me there-d, this is my name, I will leave a mark!"

Dean finished speaking, got up and left.

"Okay, sir!"

The thin man put away three Kimptons helplessly.

For him who couldn't get more Kimpton and only earned a ‘intermediary fee’, this is naturally not a happy thing.

After all, as an out-and-out Nangang native, he is very clear. How much is such a news worth?

It's worth tens of thousands of dollars!

When I think of tens of thousands of Kimpton, the thin man's heart is hot.

However, soon. This scorching heat was restrained.

While understanding the value of the news, he also understands his position-if he doesn't want to be killed, it is best to be honest; after all, the reason why he took over his current position is because his predecessor was too smart.

Self-righteous smart!

Therefore, in the next moment, the thin man will honestly follow the rules of the black market and fill in the new information into the scroll. At the same time. A piece of paper also followed the pipe behind him and entered another room.

...

Dean left the black market.

Going around a few turns. It was easy to get rid of some people who followed because of ‘curiosity’.

Then, he recovered his original face. Once again appeared on the second main road in the dock area.

There was nothing to stop, watching the darkening sky, Dean walked straight into the ‘Sleeping Wind Tavern’——

This is not a tavern for ordinary sailors and dockers.

Just look at its exquisite signboard.

Without some Kimpton, it is best not to enter here.

However, in the same way, there are things that are not available in cheap taverns.

A more elegant and comfortable environment, more refined and delicious food and wine.

Of course, there are more beautiful and beautiful waitresses.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

When Dean stepped into the tavern, immediately, several waitresses came over.

To be a hostess here, apart from their faces, they also need some eyesight, and it is this kind of eyesight that allows them to easily identify who is the real guest and who is bluffing.

And undoubtedly, Dean's calmness and calmness made it easy for them to recognize that this was their guest.

Of course, their youthful and handsome faces are also the reason for their diligence.

"Wait! Give me some food!"

After Dean raised his hand and threw two silver horns, he ignored the entanglement of the waitresses~www.novelmtl.com~, went straight to a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Archduke Swordsman.

For these waitresses, and even Dean, who plays a role in some rooms behind the pub, didn't have much interest.

However, Dean's indifference did not make these waitresses retreat. They had seen more indifferent people, and they knew that such indifference would have more oil and water.

Therefore, one by one became more and more enthusiastic.

"Sir, your food!"

A waitress who'smashed out' among the many waitresses, standing in front of Dean with ale, grilled fish and bread, and then, as the plate was put down, the front of the clothes that was already low became lower. .

ps first more~

In this chapter, Decadent accompanies friends to the next city. It is a New Year trip~ (to be continued)

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