Chapter 386: Active I

Behind the gate, the master with sharp eyes has already stepped aside.

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

Butcher, executioner!

When ordinary people see this man, they will definitely have such guesses in their hearts, but for those who walk in the shadows, this man represents more meanings.

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

After the eyes of both parties were wrong, Dean walked inward as if unconsciously, and the other party also closed the door, and walked silently into the shadow behind the door.

Sometimes, identification does not require too much process.

One face to face, one look is enough.

Especially for those who walk in the shadows—the aura of shadows and darkness is all too familiar.

It is different from the vitality and noise in the sun.

In the shadows and darkness is Jingyi, it is cold, it is a moss-like breath of life: unobtrusive, but absolutely present.

It's like the black market that Dean entered.

Every black market is crowded with people, but they are all quiet.

Except for bars, shops, etc. that may appear in the 'core location', the rest of the people are communicating in a low voice that is hard to detect.

Therefore, when entering here, there is always a 'buzzing' sound in my ears.

Comparable to countless flies.

And this is because of the low-pitched communication of countless people, which eventually converged into a big one.

Such voices rang out one after another.

Dean was able to discern most of the content of the conversation - this was the result of the old thief's training on him, and of course, the basis of his own [perception].

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

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

walk. The footsteps are light, without the slightest sound.

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

And Dean walking like this. It didn't catch the attention of anyone present; after all, it was here. Most people walk like this.

Whispering crooning, ghostly haunting.

The biggest feature of the black city.

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

As for people without such characteristics?

That means, strangers.

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

Don't believe in some so-called 'rules'!

Especially in a group of thieves, assassins, killers, etc. In a gathering place of people who can't see the light, such a rule can be imagined to be binding.

Passing through several gathered crowds, Dean quietly reached the most conspicuous position in the hall in front of him-there are three candlesticks here, which are undoubtedly bright for the entire hall that appears to be extremely dark. Attractive, and this is the 'core location' of the entire black market.

"Hey buddy, want a drink?"

Behind a bar-like table. A thin man holding a flannel cloth and wiping the cup looked at Dean with a smile.

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

With a hood. Dean, who didn't show his true face, shook his head. Suddenly, the hood shook, and even the shadow became more and more distorted.

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

Apart from the side effects of alcohol, what's more, the wine here will be mixed with some things - water, just the most basic impurities.

The other is: expensive.

In the eyes of the outside world. A glass or two of Kimpton is simply unimaginable.

And here. It is commonplace.

As for the 'menu'?

It is a scroll that records some recent secret events, news, mission entrustment and other information.

"OK!"

thin man. With a gentle smile, he handed over a piece of parchment.

Dean didn't pick it up, but let the other party spread out on the table, and looked at it carefully with the light brought by the candlestick - most of these scrolls were clean, but occasionally there would be one or two additions Yes, unless you cut off the palm of your hand for some tracking powder, otherwise, within a month, you will always emit an inexplicable aura.

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

And because of what he was going to do, Dean absolutely didn't want to see such a thing happen.

Dean's eyes scanned from the top of the scroll to the bottom, carefully checking every line of text——

"Is this the latest?"

Dean asked.

"That's right, this is the newest issue - it just changed this morning!"

The skinny man nodded.

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

Dean let out a chuckle and said slowly.

"What kind of news?"

There was nothing unexpected about the skinny man, and he said it very normally.

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

And the so-called buyer?

is anyone who is interested.

"Pirate Alliance!"

Dean lowered his voice, as if talking to those around him.

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

"I not only want to be rich, but also 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 city in front of him that he knows enough Many, and a veteran will do.

And with the approval of the black market, it is much easier to 'catch' some people.

Dean didn't like running around in other people's asses.

He prefers to take the initiative and let others come to him.

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

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

The skinny man said repeatedly.

"Of course my news is true—Nock. It's a part of it, just by chance. I'm still a little familiar with this guy, and recently, his abnormality surprised me! So, I followed the clues I found such an astonishing inside story... well, this is the limit of what I can say! Now, help me get the news out!"

While speaking, Dean threw three Kimptons towards the bar.

"I'm only waiting for two days in the 'Seagull Hotel' in the dock area. Anyone who is interested can go find me there—d, this is my name, and I will leave a mark!"

After Dean finished speaking, he got up and left.

"Yes, sir!"

The skinny man put away the three Kimptons helplessly.

For him, who was not able to get more Kimptons and only earned an "agency fee", this was naturally not a very happy thing.

After all, as an authentic Nangang native, he knows it very well. How much is such a message worth?

It's worth ten thousand dollars!

Thinking of the tens of thousands of Kimptons, the thin man's heart burned.

However, soon. The scorching heat was restrained.

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

Self-righteously smart!

Therefore, the next moment, the thin man honestly followed the rules of the black market, and filled in the new news into the inside of the scroll, and at the same time. A note also followed the pipe behind him and entered another room.

...

Dean left the black market.

Around a few turns. It was easy to get rid of some people who followed because of 'curiosity'.

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

Without stopping, looking at the dark sky, Dean walked straight into the 'Extinguishing Wind Tavern'——

This is not a tavern for ordinary sailors and dock workers.

Just look at its exquisite signboard.

Best not to enter here without some Kimpton words.

But, again, there's something that the cheap taverns don't have.

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

Of course, there are even more beautiful and beautiful waitresses.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

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

To be a waitress 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 a real guest and who is bluffing.

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

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

"Wait! Bring me some food!"

After Dean raised his hand and threw out two silver horns, he ignored the entanglement of the waitresses, went straight to a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the arrival of the archduke swordsman.

There wasn't much interest in these waitresses, or even Dean, who played some of the rooms at the back of the tavern.

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

Therefore, one by one became more and more enthusiastic.

"Sir, your food!"

A waitress who 'popped out' among many waitresses stood in front of Dean with ale, grilled fish and bread. Then, the moment she put down the plate, the low front of her clothes became even lower .

ps first update~

This chapter is scheduled, and I will go to the next city with my friends in a decadent manner. It can be regarded as a trip for the New Year~ (to be continued)

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