The Dark King

On the left side of Wall Street, in front of an ordinary alley, a handsome boy walked here holding a piece of black cheese bread. Suddenly the bread in his hand accidentally fell on the ground. He was surprised. He stooped to pick up quickly, but the bread was stained. When it was dust, he didn't pick it up for a while, nor did he pick it up, hesitating before crouching on the bread.

Pedestrians passing by on the street hurried to work, but glanced at them without paying much attention.

The boy lowered his head and seemed to be distressed by the bread, but no one saw his nose sniffing slightly.

This boy is Du Dean. His attention is now focused on the sense of smell. Inhale gently, so that the smell can flow to the olfactory cells on the upper end of the nose, and the senses can be more sensitive.

There are various smells on the street, but tracking the smell is like a physical instinct, you can master it without learning. Du Dean concentrated his senses on the smell emitted from the hidden secret room in the alley. A vague outline of the secret room emerged.

"Sulfur, yellow phosphorus... Someone? Three people? One of them has a faint scent, which should be a girl." Du Di'an was surprised. He didn't expect someone in this chamber at this moment. Do these alchemist apprentices live every day? Are you experimenting here?

Du Dian thought about it and transferred his sense of smell to the residential building on the street above the secret room. Immediately he smelled a faint stale gray smell.

"Below this empty house is the alchemy chamber... The owner of the empty house has either died long ago, or it is the owner of this alchemy chamber." Du Dean secretly thought, he picked up the bread and patted the dust on it, straight down the street. Leaving, although captured by the smell, he did not find someone on the high-end of the building on both sides of the street, and no one should be sent off.

Nonetheless, it is prudent to play a full set.

After leaving this street, he came to a street next to him, found a small tailor shop, and entered it immediately.

Welcoming a tailor apprentice boy, he politely said to Du Dean: "Guest, what do you need?"

Du Dian scanned a few finished clothes hanging in the store, but didn't find the style he needed, and immediately said: "Help me make a black and spacious robe, and a normal mask."

"Mask?" The tailor apprentice boy gave him a puzzled look, but said nothing, "When do you want it?"

"When will it be done?" Du Dean asked.

"Tonight."

"OK, I'll get it at this time tomorrow."

"No problem, may I ask what material you need, we have flax fiber, satin..."

"Sturdy and ordinary fabric is enough." Du Dean asked. "How much deposit?"

The tailor apprentice boy thought about it and said: "If you want to be strong, thick linen fiber is best, two kinds of a total of seven copper coins, the deposit is half, and you will receive three."

Du Dian immediately drew a three copper coins to him and said: "The robe should be slightly bigger."

"Okay." The tailor apprentice boy agreed with a smile, took out a ruler and measured the figure for Du Dean, and then wrote a note to Du Dean, saying: "Come and get it tomorrow."

Du Dian put away the note and left the tailor shop, muttering: "The next step is the problem of tattoos."

If you want to get into that stronghold, you have to prove that you are an alchemist, and the most credible way to prove it is to show your alchemy tattoo.

However, this era is far from mastering the laser. Once the tattoos are on the body, it is difficult to wash off, and every time he comes back from hunting outside the wall, he will be checked on the body to prevent the virus from being brought into the wall and cannot be hidden at all. Tattoos.

He pondered for a moment, but finally decided to take a risk.

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An ink raw material factory in the eastern suburbs, like most factories, is remote and close to the radiation zone.

Du Di'an came here, and showed his guard's medal under the obstruction of the guard, saying, "I'm here to do business, and check your production environment by the way."

The two guards were stunned for a while, and they looked again and again to make sure that they read correctly. One of them suddenly gave a glance to the other, and then said to Du Dean: "Wait a moment, I will help you inform you immediately."

Du Dean nodded and stood waiting at the door.

A moment later, the previous doorman trot out with a short and stout middle-aged man. This middle-aged man saw Du Dean from afar and froze for a moment. It seemed that he did not expect such a young guard, who looked like a mature man. Child, but he still smiled immediately and said politely: "Hello, why don't you come and check in advance, aren't we always under the control of Master Crowe?"

Du Dian waved his hand and said: "I just stopped by and looked at it, mainly to find you some business, do you have gall gall ink here?"

The middle-aged man was relieved when he heard this, and wondered: "The gallnut ink? This amount is very small, and has been discontinued. Now everyone uses carbon ink."

"That's good." Du Dean nodded, "Give me a bottle of gallnut ink."

"Uh..." The middle-aged man suddenly choked, looked up and down at him, and said, "Just a bottle?"

Du Dian coughed softly and was also embarrassed. After all, people here are factories instead of shops. However, it is difficult to sell gallnut ink raw materials to the shops. He can only come here.

"How much?" Du Di'an asked the price directly without giving him the opportunity to refuse.

Middle-aged people are speechless, but still maintain a polite attitude, saying: "What money do you want to talk to me, just when I give you."

Du Di'an was not polite when he saw this, and said, "I have a tight time, I need it now."

"No problem." The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Is this necessary, nothing... anything else?"

Du Dian smiled and said, "Just stop by."

The middle-aged man was relieved, knowing that he was falsely alarmed, and said with a smile: "Yes, I will let you get it." After that, he turned and left.A moment later, a thin young man sent Du Dean a bottle of black ink.

Du Dian can smell the ink inside without opening the cap. It is gallnut ink. This ink was used early in the wall. Later, people learned to use coal to make carbon ink. This high-cost ink is expensive because of its high price. , Gradually buying fewer and fewer people.

Du Dean left with ink, went to the store to pick a bottle of men's perfume, took it home, and shut it in his small room.

Gallnut ink has a much lighter odor than carbon ink, and carbon ink is often used by people, and the smell is more familiar, which is why Du Dean has no trouble to buy gallnut ink.

"Unfortunately, there is no activated charcoal here, otherwise the odor inside will be completely eliminated." Du Dean secretly said, he poured the ink out into a small bowl, and then poured this lighter perfume of his choice into some, and the odor Neutralize, smell it, and feel that the smell hasn't become weird. Then, I was relieved, and then I took off my top to reveal a healthy wheat complexion.

Du Di'an looked down at the magic mark on his chest and said in secret: "I don't know if those alchemist apprentices recognize this magic mark, anyway, it's better to hide it." When the ink is about to drench on the quill pen, it runs down the chest The blood-red devil marks before the painting are drawn, and the cold ink falls on the devil marks, smearing this blood vessel-like devil mark into black.

"The scar of this dagger should also be covered to avoid attention." Du Di'an drew the ink along the scar of the dagger again. The scar was vertical, but the devil's scar was horizontal. When the painting was finished, Du Di An found two The pens cross together, which happens to be a black cross.