Monarch of Evernight

This time the tavern was truly completely quiet and people hid from the gaze of a thousand nights and lowered their heads and started to deal with their liquor.

The old man behind the bar laughed and said, "Hey, kid, you don't have to do this, do you? His nose is still very useful. ”

Thousands of nights have sat in front of the bar, "But his head isn't working very well. ”

“Are you here just to provoke? ”

"I'm here to do things, but if someone provokes me, that guy's nose is the answer I'm going to give.” He shrugged his eyes, if anything: “I have no interest in the grudges between the hairy guys and the vampires, as long as I stay out of my way. ”

Almost all the wrinkles on the old man's face were squeezed together, mumbling about something, not continuing on the subject, but giving him a glass of wine for a thousand nights.

Lift a glass at night and sip shallow. The wine is extra spicy and several flavors blend together to create an unspeakable feeling. But after staying on the tip of his tongue for a while, he began to develop an unusual sweetness in his mouth.

Lifting the glass slightly at night, it swayed gently, watching the clear, pure wine hang from the wall of the glass. So this is a completely colorless liquid, but the inlet decomposes several different flavors. He stared quietly at the curved glass, and the blurred shadow behind most of the pub's guests flashed through his eyes.

This tavern is even more dangerous than it looks. After that filthy man screamed earlier, including the old man behind the bar, half of the people actually reacted to the dark force!

These people have either completely fallen to the dark side or are deeply associated with the dark race. There are, of course, a very small group of bloody hunters who live entirely on the hunt for the Dark Race, in order to gain more power and embrace the Dark Force.

A place like this actually exists in the Dark Blood City and seems to have some history.

It was the first time that such places had ever been heard of thousands of nights ago. It is in fact a stronghold of the dark forces beneath the Dark Blood City, a gray area truly between black and white, where much that cannot be found from pure dawn and eternal night camps is possible.

Here, it's an underground trading point for humans and dark races.

In the Dark Blood City, there's not only one such trading point, some bigger than here, and there's more to deal with. But in the Dark Blood City, in the upper echelons of the Expeditionary Army, and even on the Empire's side, there is a blind eye to the existence of such trading points.

On the one hand, the volume of transactions is very limited, a large part of which is intelligence of all kinds, ethnic and dark. In contrast, there is more information coming out of the dark side of the race. In this way, these trading points become an important source and channel for the transmission of human intelligence and, in many cases, one of the most important channels in an environment such as the Eternal Night Continent. On the other hand, some strategic goods of considerable importance to humankind can also be obtained through such channels, from which strategic goods flow under the control of the Imperial Iron Wrist is rather limited.

Dark races also require large quantities of strategic goods, such as black crystals, red crystalline iron and black crystalline iron, naturally as much as possible. Since they cannot obtain it from these semi-public trading points, they will follow other routes, such as Wu Zhengnan. This is also the real reason why the upper echelons of the Empire are intolerant of taboo trading. Because that is the path that is truly completely hidden in the dark, the number of black crystals flowing out of it is completely uncontrolled and driven only by the purest economic interests. Over time, quantitative change becomes qualitative.

Thousands of nights shake those blurry shadows off the glass, then drink a large sip on your back and let the spicy hot lines burn all the way to your heart and lungs. At this point, his body was running around his heart with golden blood, which calmed him down slightly.

No one else in the room will know that the filthy man is telling the truth. As soon as he stepped in here for a thousand nights, the golden blood gas reacted very strongly, and as the man approached, he began to swim uncontrollably along the bloodstream and exuded a sense of force.

Thousands of nights trigger the emission of foggy rays outside the Dawn Force, purely as a cover, and the man's breath of a little gold is the smell of golden blood. Even Thousands of Nights did not expect that uncontrolled golden blood gas was so poisonous to the owners of dark forces, even if it was just a hint of breath, it immediately nearly instinctively decomposed flesh and plundered power.

When Golden Blood and the man's Force came into contact with each other for a moment, the thousand nights perceived some feedback from the Force and finally understood why both sides reacted so strongly. The man's dark force attribute was actually in the werewolf area.

When he had finished his glass of wine for a thousand nights, the old man in the bar seemed to feel something. He raised his head and said, "The man you are waiting for has arrived, go inside! He's right behind that door. ”

Follow the old man's finger in the direction of a thousand nights, walk into a small, blind door beside the bar, all the way deep, and see a small room at the end of the aisle. The door was not closed and there was a slightly thinner middle-aged man sitting inside. His face was slightly dignified and there was a clear shadow in his eyebrows.

Thousand Night Trail walked in and sat down in front of a middle-aged man and said, "I didn't expect to see a man with demonic blood. What shall I call you? ”

“Jorgen. You can also call me the black lord, whose name is more widely known. ”

“Mr. Black Lord, I hear you can give me the necessary help? ”

“It depends on what you need. But before we go into a deeper topic, may I take a look at your letter?” The black lord stalled his hands and said, "You know, if we weren't careful enough, we'd be dead a long time ago. I don't know how many times. ”

Remove an old-fashioned jade ring from your middle finger and place it on the table and push it in front of the black lord.

Jorgen picked it up carefully and entered a little force. There were two thin threads of swimming wire on the inside of the ring, and a pattern appeared on the surface, the eagle head, with a crossed sword in the mouth. He relieved himself and pushed the ring back to Thousand Nights, saying: "It is indeed the Far East Wei Shi, the superior deacon of the prison. Okay, I get it, I'll do whatever I can for you. ”

He quietly took the ring cover and put it back on his finger. This was sent by Wei Pontian before he left Qin Lu, along with several addresses and information, including this tavern. Now it is understood that even if this trading point is not affiliated with the Wei family, at least the Wei family has enough influence in it.

“I want to look into some deals, deals with the Dark Race.” Thousand Nights said.

Thousands of nights clearly made Jorgen a little nervous, and his fingers crossed on the table and his hands moved, "Who's it to do with? What kind of deal? ”

“Black River City, Expeditionary Force Seventh Division. Taboo Trading. ”

“Prohibited Trading!” Jorgen took a slight breath, slowly and gently: “You should know exactly who is able to trade taboos. Do you really want to continue? ”

“Yes.” Thousands of nights were calm, but nails were cut off.

“It's a coincidence that I happen to know the most recent time.” Jorgen took out a piece of paper, drew it up quickly, quickly outlined a map, marked it somewhere and dated it. He handed it to Thousand Nights to see, and he lit it on fire, watching it burn to ashes.

Thousands of nights have written down all the details and taken out a black crystal to hand it over. Jorgen unnecessarily put it in his pocket and said, "Good luck. ”

At Jorgen's fingertips, the thousand nights slipped away from the back door and vanished into the night.

Over the next few days, the thousand nights were peaceful, and every day except practice, he stopped going almost anywhere until news came from the Hunter's Guild.

Jorgen provides precise trading directions and times, while the Hunter's Guild's intelligence is relatively trivial and vague, but the thousand nights have learned some of Wu Zhengnan's history.

Wu Zhengnan's seventh division had long been secretly dealing with the Dark Race for many years. Qiyue's deal with the Thousand Nights was not the beginning, but was intended to open a new avenue. Wu Zhengnan's main trading items are not material, equipment or intelligence of significance to the people, but blood products equivalent to top luxury goods. For Wu Zhengnan and his allies, luxury goods, while not contributing in any way to the strength of the nation, are much more profitable than the former.

After a thousand nights of comparing intelligence on both sides, the authenticity of the next taboo deal was confirmed, not far from Black River City, about 200 kilometres away.

Thousands of nights thought about it for a while and were ready to see for themselves what this taboo deal would be about.

Wei broke heaven and Thousand Nights agreed to a period of January. He would bring people to Yongnight Mainland to take Wu Zhengnan to the position of master. As for how to achieve this goal, naturally, Prince Wei does not need to worry. The Wei family will assign him a plotter who is good at this, and there will be people to plan for it on his behalf. Wei Baotian just needs to nod his head symbolically.

So the result is that the thousands of nights are still vague about how they should cooperate with the Wei family. But one thing is always true: get as much evidence as possible about Wu Zhengnan's taboo trade. The more such evidence, the more he will never be able to escape from impeachment.

The following morning, at 1000 hours, a floating boat headed for Black River City was boarded. At noon, the thousand nights carried a large backpack out of Black Stream City and into the wilderness.

Shortly after the thousand nights of walking, the noise suddenly became noisy in the city. A whole group of heavily armed fighters rushed to the gate of the city and questioned the doorman carefully before he had to collect it.

In Black Stream City, Keith Cheng was sitting in his study, and his face was so ugly that he listened to the warriors' rewards. When he heard that he had not grabbed anyone, he couldn't help but be furious and scolded the two officers in return for a dog's blood spray and drove them all out.

When the study was cleaned up, Qi Sicheng stood up and looked at the map spread out on the table for a long time. In fact, the tip he received was very vague, and it was not expected that anyone would be caught.

“Who on earth is so interested in our deal? But can you get involved in something like that? Be careful not to break your paws! ”