Monarch of Evernight

Master Er is pulling it in the drawer and shooting a 5-star hunter's equipment list in front of the thousand nights. When he heard that he was going to buy the news, Master Er's old glasses fell off the nose beam, crossed the frame and looked over, and asked: "Which side? ”

“Black Stream City, 7th Division. ”

When Master Er's eyes sharpened, he pushed the old glasses back to their original position and slowly said: "You are asking for something very dangerous. ”

After a thousand nights of browsing through nearly a hundred items on the equipment list, he had just recently changed gear, which by hunter's standards was of little use, culminating in only a set of close light armor and some blank force bullets.

After doing all this, I put the list back in front of Master Lian for a thousand nights. I just laughed. "Dangerous? I'm just asking for general information. ”

Master Er slowly said: “Just last month, Wu Zhengnan was promoted to Major General. Of course, this is not the point. The point is that Wu Zhengnan is not to say the most troublesome of the commanders of the Expeditionary Army as much as cow hair. He can definitely be in the top three. Although his surname is Wu and he is the Wuyang Wu clan, it is well known that he was a civilian when he started his family and was able to climb to where he is today. Naturally, there is no need to say much about his mental means. The seventh division, etc. is his private army, and the area centered on Black River City and Four Water Bases is like an independent kingdom that can't even penetrate the Expeditionary Force headquarters. ”

After that, Grandpa paused, his face wrinkled and squeezed out a slight smile on his dry cheek, "That's all if you just want general information. ”

Lifting his eyes for a thousand nights, Master Er's eyes shot from behind the lens. After a while, they laughed and said, "Well, I want his recent trading moves. ”

“A hundred coins, a message a hundred coins. ”

A thousand nights frowning, in the past of Dark Blood City, a piece of intelligence a gold coin has been amazing. They both know, of course, that the deal that Thousand Nights is talking about is not the kind of desk deal that Seventh Division buys food, armaments, but the underground deal. But a hundred gold coins equals the price of a second-degree force gun, and some four-star missions do not meet that standard.

Thousand nights slowly said: "Master Er...”

Master Er waved, “It's useless to call anything, it's still for your five-star hunter, give a discounted price! If you say you can't choose who you want, you have to choose Wu Zhengnan. If I go to collect this information, I have to prepare all the informants in the Black River City area for removal. Now do you still think it's expensive?” Master Er closed his exploratory gaze and put on a priceless posture.

"How long will it take? ”

“Five days. It's not too peaceful out there. It's hard to get around. ”

And he nodded, and he said, "Well, I'm going to find a place to go, and maybe I'm going to take a spin out of town. ”

“Young-man's house is still here, and nobody lives in it. You can stay there if you want. ”

Thousands of nights thought about it and said, "Fine. ”

Master Er watched the thousands of nights of shadows disappear outside the door of the hunter's house, if thoughtfully pushed the lens on the nose beam. “Did I look away? Whose child would this be?” He knew long ago that the journey of the thousand nights must have been problematic, but there were a few more people in the land of abandonment who had no unspeakable secrets.

Speaking of Wu Zhengnan, he couldn't help but think of Yu Renyan, who had passed away in the Dark Blood City, when he was surprised that the two of them knew each other. Yu Renyan is the commander of Wu Zhengnan's ‘Blade' Special Forces. What's the connection?

Master Er grabbed the bottle of wine he had drunk at the counter for a thousand nights, shook it, and it had trickled down. Then he put it back in a loud voice and found the task book to start writing. He is old and can't care less. Anyway, the English man has gone to the upper mainland and will not be back in the short term. The hunter's house is just taking the assignment and publishing the assignment, and it's none of his business what the client wants.

Walking along familiar but unfamiliar streets for thousands of nights, passing through the South Tang District, he instantly remembered his little house and the girl whose night was as fresh as grass after the rain. He came back less than a year ago, but with or without her, there was no intention of a thousand nights.

The conversation with Master Er just now is still circling my mind. In fact, when he first said he wanted to go back to Yongnight in front of Song Zining, he didn't think about what to do next. Removing the culprits seems to be the only direct and effective way out of the thoughts of the Thousand Nights. He certainly cannot kill a warlord at this stage, but he will grow up and wait patiently until that day.

Soon, however, it became clear that things were not that simple. Killing Wu Zhengnan doesn't make much sense if his ultimate goal is to stop the population and the black crystal trade, because the interest network is still there, the trading channel is still there, and soon another agent will fill the position of Wu Zhengnan. There is also an implicit suggestion in the words of the Second Master today that an independent kingdom-like war zone that cannot penetrate even the headquarters of the Expeditionary Army can operate in no way the interests of Wu Zhengnan alone.

The winding alley soon reached its end, looking at the familiar door in front of you at night, a little nostalgic.

Yu Ying's residence remained the same and remained unchanged. After such a long time, the fact that they haven't been visited by thieves suggests that someone has been watching them in secret. It was just a long time ago, and there was a thick layer of ash all over it, which allowed a thousand nights to clean up for a while before cleaning out the sleeping area.

Thousands of nights then set heavy traps in the room and put your luggage away, even if you settle down. He made several more runs on Bronze Street, carrying back several large bags of weapons, ammunition and various tool parts, filling the warehouses and storage rooms. Force weapons are not the only option on the battlefield, and their role is limited by the very limited number of uses. Gunpowder weapons sometimes work better when faced with large amounts of cannon ash and low-level fighters.

Finish everything for a thousand nights, eat some food, and wait quietly until the midnight bell rings.

He changed his appearance slightly to the mirror, changed to a thick trench coat, hid both peanuts and shiny teeth under the trench coat, and went out the door, disappearing into the night.

An hour later, a thousand nights later appeared in a dark alley on the edge of the North Side, at its deepest depths an unsigned, ruined tavern, sitting at the doorstep of a few strongmen with nothing to do, watching everyone passing by with a fierce look.

Thousands of nights went straight to the tavern, and a big man sitting next to the door suddenly reached out and stopped the road for thousands of nights.

“Not everyone can get in here. You have to buy tickets first! ”

He shook his hand in front of him for a thousand nights, fading away: “Buy a ticket with this, will you? ”

Da Han glanced at what was in his hand for a thousand nights, his face immediately fixed, and stood up, respectfully said: "Come in! Hope you can find what you want in there. ”

“I hope I won't be disappointed.” At this moment the sound of a thousand nights is deep and slightly dull, sounding a little old.

When he walked into the pub, several other fierce men gathered in front of the big man, curious, "Who was that? ”

The man glanced at them and said coldly, "You shouldn't know that! If you want to live a while longer, ask less! ”

Behind the white single wooden door is a much larger space than expected, with bare bluestone walls, no extra decoration and bluestone floors, but very finely polished and smooth. The overall style is simple and clean.

As far as a pub is concerned, it's pretty quiet in there, a dozen people sitting around sluggishly, turning to each other from time to time, as if they were talking about something, but the sound was very light. There are also a few people at a table with their heads down drinking and not even looking around.

But when a thousand nights came in, the tavern was silent and all eyes were focused. He could see the eyes of these people, and that was an alert to strangers.

Any place where the circle is relatively stationary will react this way to outsiders. But it's a little subtle to show up in a tavern, open the door and do business. Thousands of nights then knew that they had not found the wrong place.

Behind the bar, an old man with no features greeted Thousand Nights and asked, "What would you like to drink? ”

“Three glasses of white water. ”

The old man's face changed slightly and nodded: “Very good, but it will take a moment. Find somewhere to sit! ”

“The bar is fine.” Thousands of nights said, walking towards the old man.

As Thousand Nights passed a table, a short, filthy man suddenly approached Thousand Nights, sniffing hard with his big nose, and suddenly screaming: “Ah, guess what, I smell the rotten smell of a bloodsucking zombie! Pure as a black crystal! ”

The temperature dropped sharply throughout the tavern, and almost everyone's hands were moving towards their weapons.

Stopping for a thousand nights, he turned his head and said softly: "A bad nose is a waste to keep. ”

In front of all eyes, a foggy ray of force suddenly appeared on the body of the thousand nights, with a few light golden colours floating all the way to the person.

However, it was different in the senses of a short, obscene man, whose nose suddenly smelled a different fragrance, unspeakable temptation, he subconsciously breathed hard, suddenly sucked in all those points of gold.

In the second half of the process, the man's face was filled with resistance and horror, and he seemed to have known that the light spot of pale gold was deadly, but could not resist the attraction of the fragrance at all, so he had to take a deep breath this time. He tried so hard to strangle himself and tried to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

That big nose quickly darkened and rotted, leaving a terrible hole in his face! Dirty man fell on his back and passed out.

The whole tavern was silent, with only two or three low shouts and people watching the thousands of nights full of fear.

The fragrance only exists in the senses of the short, obscene man, and the spectator sees the rays of force that escape from his body at night. The exodus of the Force, the killing of invisible people, is the means that war will have above.

The night swept calmly around, and if nothing happened: “Who can't control themselves? ”