Behind the gate, the owner with piercing eyes had stepped aside.

This is a tall, sturdy man with a strong murderous intent.

Butchers, executioners!

When ordinary people see this man, they will definitely have such a guess in their hearts, and for those who walk in the shadows, this man represents more meaning.

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

After the two sides looked at each other, Dean walked inward as if unconsciously, and the other party also closed the door, silently walking into the shadows behind the gate.

Sometimes, identification doesn't require much of a process.

One look, one look is enough.

Especially for those who walk in the shadows - the smell of shadows, darkness, is all too familiar.

It's different from the vibrancy and noise in the sun.

In the shadows and darkness is tranquility, gloomy and cold, a moss-like breath of life: not noticeable, but absolutely preserving.

It's like the black that Dean enters. City.

Every black market is crowded, but it's quiet.

Except for the bars and shops that may appear in the 'core location', the rest of the people are whispering to the point of imperceptibility.

Therefore, when you enter this place, there is always a 'buzzing' sound in your ears.

It's like countless flies.

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

The voices in my ears rang one after another.

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

But. Dean didn't inquire too much about that.

As someone who is familiar with the operation of the black market. He knew exactly what to do if he wanted to get a message. Where to go in the black market.

Walking with light steps, without the slightest sound.

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

And Dean, who walked like this, did not attract the attention of anyone present; After all, that's how most people walk here.

A whispered moan, a ghostly haunting.

Black. The biggest feature of the city.

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

As for people who don't have such characteristics?

That means, strangers.

And in black. In the city, strangers are often the representatives of fat sheep.

Don't trust some so-called 'rules'!

Especially in a gathering place where a group of thieves, assassins, killers, etc., who cannot see the light, such rules and binding force can be imagined.

Passing through the crowd of people, Dean quietly made it to the most prominent position in the hall in front of him—there were three candlesticks. It was undoubtedly bright for the whole hall, which seemed unusually dark. It's eye-catching, and it's the 'heart of the whole black market'.

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

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

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

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

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

In addition to the side effects of alcohol, more importantly, the wine here is mixed with something - water, which is just the most basic miscellaneous substance.

The other thing is: expensive.

In the eyes of the outside world, one or two Kimpton glasses of wine are unimaginable.

And here, it's the norm.

As for the 'menu'?

It is a scroll that records some secret events, messages, task assignments, and other information that have happened recently.

"Okay!"

The thin man, with a gentle smile, handed over a piece of parchment.

Dean didn't take it, just let the other party spread it out on the table, and looked at it carefully by the light from the candlestick - most of these scrolls were clean, but occasionally there would be one or two additives, and some trace powder would always give off an inexplicable aura from you for a month unless you chopped off the palm of your hand.

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

And between what he has to do, Dean definitely doesn't want to see such a thing happen.

Dean's gaze began at the top of the scroll and scanned all the way to the bottom, scrutinizing every line of text—

"Is this the latest?"

Dean asked.

"That's right, this is the latest installment - 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?"

The thin man was not surprised, and said very normally.

In the black. There are no special rules between buyers and sellers in the city, and whoever has unique and rare information is the seller.

And the so-called buyer?

is anyone who is interested.

"Pirate Alliance!"

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

The thin man in front of Dean was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "It seems that you have great news - man, you are going to make a fortune!" ”

"I don't just want to be rich, I need security!"

Dean said.

Any one in the dark. The guys in the city who are blinded by greed don't live long.

Although Dean has other plans and doesn't mind attracting more people, some of the things that should be there are must-haves - because he needs to make his eyes dark. The head of the city believed that he knew enough and that he was a veteran.

And with the black. After the recognition of the city. I want to 'fish' some people. That's a lot simpler.

Dean doesn't like to run behind other people's butts.

He prefers to take the initiative. Let someone else come to him.

In particular, under the premise that conditions permit, he is more willing to firmly grasp the initiative in his hands.

"Of course, we can keep you safe – just ...... Your message is true! ”

The thin man said again and again.

"Of course my message is true - Nock, it's part of it, and it just so happens that I'm still somewhat familiar with this guy, and it's been a while now. I was amazed by his anomalousness! So, I found such a surprising insider by the way...... Well, that's the limit of what I can say! Now, help me hang out the news! ”

As he spoke, Dean threw three Kimptons at the bar.

"I'm only waiting for two days at the 'Seagull Hotel' in the docks, anyone who is interested, they can go there and find me-D, this is my name, I'll leave a mark!"

Dean finished. I got up and left.

"Yes, sir!"

The thin man reluctantly put away the three Kimptons.

For those who are not able to get more Kimpton. Just earning a 'brokerage fee', this is naturally not too happy.

After all, as an authentic Nangang native, he knows very well how much such news is worth.

It's worth 10,000 dollars!

The thought of tens of thousands of Kimptons burned in the heart of the thin man.

Soon, however, the scorching heat was subdued.

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

Self-righteous and smart!

Therefore, the next moment, the thin man honestly followed the black. The rules of the city filled in the new message into the inside of the scroll, and at the same time, a note followed the pipe behind him into another room.

……

Dean left Black. City.

After a few rounds, I easily shook off some of the people who came with me out of 'curiosity'.

Then, recovering his true face, he reappeared on the second main road in the dock area.

There was no stop, looking at the dark sky, Dean walked straight into the 'Wind Extinguishing Tavern'-

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

Just look no further than its delicate signboard.

Without some Kimpton's words, it's best not to get into here.

But, equally, there are things that you don't find in low-budget taverns.

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

And, of course, there are even more beautiful, beautiful hostesses.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

As Dean stepped into the tavern, several waitresses approached.

To be able to become a hostess here, in addition to the face, it takes some eyesight, and it is this kind of eyesight that makes it easy for them to distinguish who is the real guest and who is bluffing.

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

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

"Wait for someone! Bring me something to eat! ”

After Dean raised his hand and threw out two silver horns, he ignored the entanglement of the waitresses, walked straight to a corner and sat down, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Grand Duke's swordsmanship.

For these hostesses, and even some of the rooms behind the tavern for Dean, there was not much interest.

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

As a result, one by one they became more and more enthusiastic.

"Your food, sir!"

A waitress who had 'killed' among the many hostesses stood in front of Dean with ale, grilled fish, and bread, and then, as she put down the plate, the already low placket of her dress grew lower and lower.

PS First Update~

This chapter is timed, decadent accompanies a friend to go to the next city, which can be regarded as a New Year's trip~ (To be continued......)