At night, when the curfew began, even in the lower part of Vauban City, only the footsteps of the patrolling guards remained, and the 'clatter' of those tallow torches.

The noisy crowd has long since dispersed, and those shops have long since closed.

When the lights faded, the bright signs lost their luster in the black, like a sleeping Vauban city.

However, some places have just been revitalized.

In the lower part of Vauban City, in a tavern near the drainage canal of the lower town, the lights were dimmed, but the basement was crowded.

Under the cover of the shadows, Dean approached as quickly as possible.

Clearly, this is a gathering place for people who walk in the shadows, collectively known as the black market.

Knock, knock......

Dean stood in the shadows and looked at the door in front of him.

"Who!"

A hoarse voice rang out behind the door, and at the same time, Dean sensed at least three lines of sight that began to appear on him—the secret sentinel, the power to guard the black market, was essential

"Kimpton and the crunch of silver horns and copper!"

As he spoke, Dean shoved the copper in his hand along the crack in the door underground.

Squeak......

A simple code, three coppers later, the door in front of him opened, and Dean, dressed in a cloak, entered here, did not stay on the ground, Dean walked towards the basement with a familiar way - the layout of each black market is similar, and Dean, who has experienced dozens of black markets, is exactly like any regular customer.

What's more, not so long ago, he came once.

And look at Dean's appearance. The tavern owner who opened the door. After making a gesture outside. Returned to the tavern and closed the door again.

Undoubtedly, aside from the identity of the tavernkeeper, his vigilance was more like that of a guard.

And in fact, it's the same.

Basically, every black market will have such a guard: the identity of the open side, and the identity of the secret.

Squeak, squeak......

The sound of the slightly old staircase was like a knock on the door, and the people who stayed below could not see the light. Began to scan the entrance.

However, when they saw Dean walking in, they all lost interest.

These people walking in the shadows are definitely vicious, they can tell who is the fat sheep and who is the veteran.

Undoubtedly, in Dean's body they saw the breath of a fellow believer.

Even, even more dangerous.

That kind of undisguised coldness led these people to understand that this is definitely not a guy to mess with.

So, naturally. They continued to do what they had to do.

Exchange messages, peddle items. Cloth Mission......

In a space of less than 10 tables, it began to be staged and completed one by one.

Dean glanced at the ten tables, and instead of stopping, he walked to the innermost position—where there was a bar with barrels, and in addition to them, some birdcages.

There are pigeons, and there are others.

For example: falcons.

"Do you have anything you need, guest?"

The person in charge of the desk greeted Dean very warmly, just like the waiter in the restaurant during the day, of course, it would be better if he could put down the short knife in his hand.

Dean ignored the other party, and took out a letter written in secret words and branded with fire paint, and placed it in the falcon's cage.

"Clarion Town, Rumble? Well, that's a cunning, miserly guy! ”

Seeing the title of the book on the envelope, the waiter casually put down the short knife in his hand, and there was no doubt that Dean could be completely classified as a non-dangerous person.

After all, Long Lang himself is a black marketeer and has quite a reputation.

The guy who has a relationship with such a person can naturally be regarded as his own person.

Ding, ding, ding!

With three crisp sounds, three Kimptons with golden glow appeared on the table.

"Two days! It only takes two days, and I guarantee that that guy will receive your letter, honored guest! After seeing Kimpton, the waiter's tone changed, and not only gave a guarantee, but also took out a somewhat tattered piece of brown paper and handed it to Dean: "Guest, I think you need a price list - of course, we don't need a commission here!" ”

The waiter joked.

Obviously, Long Lang's way of accumulating money made these black market merchants talk about it, but they couldn't learn it; It's not that they don't want to, it's that they can't get the 'exclusive goods' that Long Lang can get.

Dean knows this.

So, Dean wouldn't have made any purchases for the waiter's recommendation**, not to mention, he had only looked at the list of items not long ago - Dean just glanced at the brown paper and could confirm that the other party didn't have any new goods.

Thus, Dean had the idea of leaving.

After all, the purpose of his coming here has been accomplished.

As for Dean's purpose here?

Naturally, it is to send letters.

His 'knight baptism' needs the help of the black marketeer, some medicinal herbs, which he needs to help him collect now.

In the same way, the 'smuggling channel' also needs to cooperate with the other party.

Although it is not yet the time agreed by the two parties, Dean understands that if there is money to be made, Long Lang will never mind.

As for other channels for sending letters?

Relying on bards and caravans?

Believe me, my friend, those channels will never be safer and faster than here, and of course, if you have a special escort from the Scout Guard of the Marquis Vauban then that's another story.

In fact, communication between the black market is the fastest and safest in the four northern counties, and even in the entire Emerald Kingdom—those special falcons domesticated in the black market can allow you to receive news from the northernmost part of the Emerald Kingdom in just one week; If you use a war horse, it will take fifty days.

Of course, there is a premise for this.

First. You need to pay a lot of money.

Second. Your recipients. Must be familiar with the black market.

At the very least, he had to know something that walked in the shadows.

Otherwise...... Official and non-governmental formal channels are your choice.

"Guest, you wait...... Maybe you need some special news? ”

Looking at Dean who stood up, the waiter said again and again - there is no doubt that the Kimpton thrown by Dean before played a key role at this time.

There is no one who is a participant in the black market who does not want to make more Kimpton.

So. Sometimes, small measures are unavoidable.

And knowing that this may be a small trick played by the other party, Dean will naturally not be fooled, just like those restaurants often say to some customers in order to sell out today's food, 'Look, I have a large portion of food here, enough food for two people, and you only need to pay one and a half to buy it'.

"Guest, it's news about the auction of the Marquis Vauban Lord!"

Watching Dean turn around without hesitation. The waiter gritted his teeth and whispered some key words.

"The Marquis Vauban auction?"

Dean stopped. Turn around and look at each other.

"Of course!"

The waiter laughed as he looked at Dean as he stopped—and it was clear that he saw Kimpton waving to him.

"It's better not to be some boring news...... Otherwise, you'll regret what you've done at the moment! ”

Dean, who knows the rules very well, didn't make any extra moves, and took out a Kimpton and put it on the table.

"Absolutely not - you would think it's worth it...... Someone had their eye on the Marquis Vauban private auction, they were organizing manpower, and they were paying quite well...... I think you can join in, after all, you look very strong! The waiter complimented Dean, then took out a slightly neat piece of brown paper, wrote down an address casually, handed it to Dean, and said, "If you are interested, please go here!" ”

"The identity of the other party?"

Dean didn't immediately take the brown paper with the address written on it, but placed another Kimpton on the table.

"I—I can't be sure ......"

The waiter said hesitantly, but when he looked at Kimpton, he clearly told Dean what the other party thought.

Another Kimpton appeared on the table.

"It's the thieves' union in Vauban City, and some mercenaries from other counties, it seems that there is something remarkable in this auction of the Marquis of Vauban this time......"

As he spoke, the waiter reached for the two Kimptons.

However, he was held down by Dean for the first time.

After two attempts and no relief, the waiter began to look at Dean with an innocent expression.

"More specific!"

Dean's voice in a gloomy voice after disguise showed his anger after being teased - it was clear that the thieves' union would definitely be involved in such a thing.

In fact, if the thieves' guild doesn't show up, that's not normal.

As for those mercenaries?

For Kimpton's sake, they apparently didn't care about life and death.

Therefore, the information given in the following discourse is obviously nonsense.

And Dean will never let others fool him like this.

"Also, there's ...... The Brotherhood seems to be involved—I'm not sure about that! ”

The waiter added, and then, the moment Dean let go of his palm, he scooped the two Kimptons on the table into his pocket.

"Brotherhood ......"

Dean narrowed his eyes with a deep groan.

Dean was all too familiar with the organization—despite the seemingly beautiful name of 'Brother', it was an entirely assassin and killer organization.

In the Emerald Kingdom, more than seventy percent of the assassinations are related to this organization.

Even in Gosai and Seti, there are also their figures.

If they are given the price they have marked, they will take over even the assassination of the king of a country - for example, the king of Hitti will be charged 10 million Kimpton.

Although it seems to be a sky-high price, the fact that the 'brotherhood' dares to mark it shows their attitude.

As far as Dean knew, the king of Sitti had sent men to suppress the Brotherhood on more than one occasion, but to no avail.

As for why Dean knows so clearly?

Because, in the last life, the place where the old thief trained him was a branch of the 'Brotherhood'.

PS second update ~ (to be continued......)

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