87_87643 At any door, Forty-Seven felt as if he was being pulled away by something that was beyond the infinite—every gear and part in his body felt like this, as if he had stepped over a space beyond reality, and there was no chaotic gap between the concept of "distance". Forty-Seven is sure that this is different from the mechanism of cosmic cavity. In his time, even if people were able to create and destroy entire galaxies, they were still at a loss for the mysteries of time and space. Scientists have come up with a variety of theories, even at the expense of using unimaginable energy to implement the real thing, but the difference between the results of the research in the real room and the stable high-dimensional space warped like the one that people actually created and the unthinkable power of nature formed is like the difference between killing a person and creating a person.

A qiē is distorting and changing. The reality of the physical existence is blurred by the magic force, but it maintains a wonderful order to send the forty-seven wrapped in it to its destination. The macroscopic order and the microcosmic disorder flow in unison under the action of magic, and consciousness is divided into countless fragments to form a screaming torrent, as if every flying metal particle is thinking independently, so that Forty-Seven has no idea how long the teleportation has been, as if it is only for a moment, and it seems to be endless, this absurd feeling makes him think about how normal people can withstand this kind of world collapse, and he can only wander forever in the realm of not knowing whether it is spirit or reality.

The feeling was gone—the spatial teleportation was over, and forty-seven was neither more nor less. Not turning into a fly or anything, he stepped out of any door and stepped on the slightly damp stone slab, which was dark as far as the eye could see. Teleportation is normal, just like all previous mages who have successfully cast any gate have done. With such a spatial distortion and energy transformation that didn't blow up the entire Deep Water City, it seems that it is really necessary to admit that this kind of thing called "magic" is indeed incredible.

Morriel didn't know what Forty-Seven was thinking, and she didn't have as many strange feelings as Forty-Seven. Consciousness fell, and then awakened, and it was just a moment of trance like a nap and a blink. Kani snapped her fingers. A few oil lamps on the wall slowly lit up, like beans, filling the entire bucket room with a faint light.

"This cost you a lot, didn't it?" Moriel stepped out of the range of the magic circle, this kind of teleportation circle that solidifies any door will only take effect when the user activates it with specific spells and props, and it is not limited to only teleporting the caster himself, although it can only teleport between two magic circles, but it is convenient and fast, correspondingly. It's also a lot of money to build and maintain.

"Who's to say it isn't. Kani walked to the door of the room, carefully checking the spells and traps on the door for any signs of human touch, and then carefully unlocked the complicated door lock, opened the door and made a gesture of please.

Forty-seven is naturally the right thing to do.

Nancy also followed behind with two large bags on her back, and a long sword with quenching poison in the other hand. Inside the package was the goods for the day—there were two main ones: Pain Water and Abyssal Foot Powder, which were much more potent than popular goods such as Devil's Wort, and of course the price was very different, and the drugs they were carrying today were almost all of Karney's stock. It's worth a lot of money, enough to buy an ordinary chamber of commerce in the middle of Deep Streams, and the key is other than the mage. Almost no one can get their hands on these things.

"Be careful!" Carney scolds Nancy as she follows sharply, "If you damage it a little, I'll show you what hell really is!"

"Is it hard to get one?" said Forty-Seven, turning back to Nancy. He rarely shows a gentlemanly demeanor, and every time he shows a gentlemanly demeanor, no one appreciates it.

Sure enough, Nancy shrank and was very resolute.

Don't.

Out of the basement. Above is an ordinary house. There was a thick layer of dust on the old furniture, and it looked like no one had lived in it for a long time. There were a few scattered footprints outside, probably the traces of the thieves who had patronized the place—but none of them had noticed the secret door on the wall that was hidden by illusions.

"Doesn't it look like business is going well in this tavern? Forty-seven looked around. Unfortunately, no one appreciated his jokes.

"Doesn't anyone live here as cover?" Morriel couldn't get used to the dirty environment inside, especially when every movement of Forty-Seven was kicking up more dust.

"Who in this world can believe it? Carney walked to the window and looked out through the crack in the plank: "There will always be someone who will pay you more...... It doesn't matter, it's not commonly used here. Come, go this way. ”

The four of them walked through the labyrinthine dock buildings, some of which were even narrow enough to allow only one person to pass through, and the noisy voices of people flickered far and near, blocked by the crude buildings, as if they were in another world. Carney takes them through the most secluded alleys, and the occasional bystander is either a drunk or knocked unconscious sailor thrown next to a garbage dump, or a poor ghost who can only spend a few silver coins to find a street girl wearing a bad perfume in the corner, and the smell of rotting garbage fills the air, which Morrill thinks is a long and disgusting journey. Kani cast an invisible illusion to shield their bodies and voices, so Forty-Seven was even passing by a strong man with half-faded pants and snorting

Patted him on the head, and the result was that this guy immediately fell unconscious on the mother under him, so frightened that the prostitute thought that this guy was going to have a wind immediately, and pushed him away with all her might, put down her skirt and ran, without even bothering to dig out his pocket.

Forty-seven rubbed his face, this was not the effect he wanted. Morriel made a very vicious expression and struck him on the head with his staff: "Don't touch anything again...... Don't touch anything!" After turning around, they finally came around the back door of the Cat's Paw Tavern. It was a very remote cul-de-sac, sandwiched between a jumble of buildings, and when they first walked here, they didn't know from which upstairs window they had thrown out of a pile of leftover bones, a place where even murderers didn't bother to use as crime scenes. Because it's so dirty that you can't even find a place to settle down. At the end of the back alley is a greasy old wooden door, mottled and dilapidated, and only half of the sign on the door remains, dirty, and can only be vaguely distinguished as if it was a cat's claw.

Forty-seven rubbed his face again, not because of the heat or itchy, but now he felt that this thing was not so handsome when it stuck to his body, and the drug trade was not as pompous and stylish as he imagined, but ghostly?? What are you afraid of? When the police come, they will do something. Anyway, it's called a movie, and it's played out like this in the audio-visual record. However, he still remembered Morriel's admonition not to touch anything, so he reluctantly tolerated letting Kani knock on the door.

Kani's tapping was regular, apparently a pre-agreed code.

The back door of the Cat's Paw Tavern did not move, but instead the wall of a recess next to it opened. Forty-Seven was a little excited by this little trick, but he lost interest when he saw that it was a drunken bartender instead of a man in black in sunglasses.

The bartender squinted his eyes to make way for Morrill and the others to enter, rubbing his eyes again as Forty-Seven passed, and then turning the bulging eyeball-eyed man's dead-white and deformed face not because his eyesight had been distorted by the influence of alcohol.

The narrow corridors were dim and dirty. Through the wooden walls, you can faintly hear the sounds of the drinkers enjoying themselves. They weren't supposed to be in the antechamber of the tavern, and no wonder it wasn't enough to be done in front of a crowd while admiring the half-naked dancers and drinking ale.

I don't know how dark the room was, except for an oil lamp burning on a table in the center of the room, reflecting the gloomy face of a person at the table who was constantly shaking, and Morriel and they also felt a dozen or dozens of breaths scattered in the darkness around them, making the whole room look like a theater, a stage lit by spotlights. There's an audience in the shadows, and there's a great show coming up.

"I told you that this tavern is not doing well. Forty-seven glanced. See the whole room and the idiots inside.

"Do you need to save money on lamp oil for such a big business?" Morrill grumbled as she walked with Carney to the table in the center of the room, and before the gloomy face at the table could react, she had pulled out her chair and sat down, and the lights of the room were focused on Moryl's pretty tattooed face. Undisguised hostility and suspicion in the gaze.

Nancy followed and stood behind Carney, and Forty-Seven looked around and dragged a chair to another table next to her. The two guys sat down next to each other in the shadows, and at the same time put the iron box in their hands heavily on the ground, smashing it with a muffled sound.

"Go ahead and leave me alone. Forty-seven waved his hand at the people who had been attracted by him, and sat there with a golden sword, although he was actually just a spectator now, but looking at him, it seemed that he was the supreme leader in the room. He also smiled at the two table mates next to him, but luckily it was dim, otherwise the two boys, who were obviously overly nervous, would have been frightened by his crumpled dead face.

"Miss Carney, I don't remember you saying you had another red-robed mage partner. The figure sitting at the same table as Morrill looked her up and down, "It's not in order. She's not going to be your bodyguard like the two samurai, is she?"

"Oh, would the servants of the Eternal Darkness be afraid of two women?" Morriel poured himself a glass of wine without thinking, "There are at least twenty of you here. ”

"Hi Parkman, my friend. What's the matter? You and I have been friends for a long time. And this time the business is so big, it is not too much for my friend to decide to come and see it for himself. Carney rested her hands on the table, the edge of which was stuck under her armpits, looking like a magic apprentice in a classroom: "...... She's a big partner for me. ”

Because of Moriel's covert gesture, Carney did not say her name.

The Hirek named Parkman stared at Morriel impolitely. While most of the Syrics are weird and gloomy faces, this Mr. Parkman seems to be a bit stricter. The dark blue around his eyes seemed to have not slept for months, his lips were chapped and he had not drunk water for months, and his emaciated cheeks and withered yellow hair made him suspect that he was suffering from severe malnutrition. Forty-seven, who was sitting on the side, wondered if this guy was consuming the drugs he bought back every time.

"yes...... Such a big business. Parkman's voice was low and hoarse

Heavy nasality. It sounds like he has a cold, but he may have a lung disease: "What about the goods?"

Carney gestured to Nancy.

The samurai untied the two large bags behind her back and placed them on the table, and when she opened them, there were very tightly bound boxes and cylindrical metal tubes, Parkman reached out, and a dagger glowing black somehow appeared in his palm, he picked up the rope, and took out a random box and pried open the lid, inside was a powdery dark yellow crystal--exuding some kind of indescribable. But it is also an extremely uncomfortable smell.

Parker picked up a little with the tip of his knife and put it under his nose and inhaled. Then he fell backwards as if he had been punched hard, leaning back in his chair, his neck desperately tilted back, his face twisted, as if he was suffering some great pain, and at the same time, the bones on his body also made a grinding sound, which was quite terrifying.

Isn't this buddy waiting now?

"It's the best!" I dare boast. There is nothing more pure in the whole of the Northlands, all honed from selected bottomless abyssal plants!" Carney was a little proud: "And these painful waters, they are embodied pains, and at the same time they will bring you unimaginable pleasures......"

Speaking of this, Kani was a little strange: "But aren't you going to buy Devil Grass and Illusion Powder?

"That's our thing. Parkman seemed to be in a lot more refreshed after relieving, and even the brilliance in his eyes was a little more bewitching: "The old rule, platinum coins and gems pay the bill?"

"Of course!" said Kani, rubbing her hands, as if she had completely lost herself in the pleasure of profit.

A Shirek approached with a bulging bag. The cowhide bag was placed on the table, but looking at his rather struggling appearance, the weight of the contents was definitely not light.

Parkman unfastened the bag and reached inside. A small round thing bounced at Carney. It tumbled in the air and landed in a parabola towards the nulet, shimmering as dazzling as the sun even in the dimly lit room.

Carney reached out and grabbed it, and looked at it in front of her eyes—about the same size and thickness as a normal coin, but as beautiful and bright as it seemed to glow on its own, and it was white and shiny. It was like a frozen light.

The female couldn't put it down: "Hey...... No matter how many times I've seen it, it's still so beautiful. ”

"So it's a deal?" Parkman gestured to the two piles of magical drugs on the table, and the Shirek cultists behind him immediately walked up and put them back into their bags. Take it and leave.

"Wait. Morrill suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the Shirek cultists' movements: "Mr. Parkman, aren't you going to pay with one hand and deliver with the other?"

"Oh, oh. Parkman laughed and pushed the heavy bag over, and Carney even threw herself back from the momentum to stop her castration. After the nucleus caught the bag, she immediately looked into the mouth of the bag, and her face was reflected in the reflection of the platinum coin.

"I haven't consulted yet...... Parker raised his glass, "but things are going so well, it's worth celebrating!"

"yes. Morrill reached out and took out the platinum coin that Parkman had thrown over and now held in her hand, and rubbed it in her hand for a moment: "From what I know about the Church of the Dark Sun, you really rarely follow the rules of business. ”

This implicit sarcasm made Parkman's face change, but before he could say anything, Morriel had already tossed the platinum coin with his body temperature back to Parkman: "Please stay, as a memorial to the success of this life." ”

Parkman caught the coin and suddenly smiled wickedly. He put the platinum coin to his mouth and kissed it, and stuck out his tongue to lick it, as if the indirect contact of Tong Guò had defiled Moriel.

Then he stuffed the coin into his coat: "Of course. I'll keep it as a souvenir...... Beautiful lady. ”

Watching Parkman put away the coin, Morrill smiled as well. But she still didn't take her hand off the bag containing the drugs: "One more thing...... I guess I want to get some information from you. ”

"Intelligence?" Parkman was a little surprised, there were bases in almost every big city on the mainland, and there were countless spies and spies in the red robes, and the red-robed mage would actually ask him for information.

"So what do you want to know, beautiful young lady?"

"O'Sullivan. Morriel's spit out the name made Parkman's heart sink, and even Forty-Seven, who had been watching the excitement, straightened up, and didn't settle the account with this little white face who dared to throw him into the sea.

"Sir O'Sullivan is all right now?" Morrill asked, looking at Parkman's increasingly gloomy face, "Speaking of which, I am also an old acquaintance with him." Is he in Deepstreamer now, and if it's convenient, can I meet him?"

Parkman's eyes wandered, and he turned the dagger in his hand around, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and the two guys sitting with Forty-Seven had even drawn their weapons.

Suddenly, Parker jerked the dagger to the table. "Old acquaintance, are you Moriel the red-robed of Argus?"

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fifth chapter to go to the north for the twenty-fifth round of black eating black (above) address is.