Chapter 118 Undercurrent Part 1

At night, when the curfew started, even in the lower part of Vauban, there were only the footsteps of patrolling guards and the sound of the butter torches. 【First release】

The noisy crowd had already dispersed, and those shops had already closed.

After the lights dissipated, those bright signboards also lost their luster in the black, just like the sleeping city of Vauban.

Some places, however, have just come to life.

In the Lower City of Vauban, in a tavern near the drainage canal of the Lower City, the lights were dimmed, but the basement was full of people.

Under the cover of the shadow, Dean quickly approached here.

Obviously, this is a gathering place for people who walk in the shadows, collectively known as the black market.

Boom, boom...

Dean stood in the shadows and looked at the door in front of him.

"Who!"

A hoarse voice sounded from behind the door, and at the same time, Dean noticed at least three eyes, which began to appear on him-the dark whistle, the power to guard the black market, is indispensable

"Kimpton and the crisp sound of silver horns and copper!"

While speaking, Dean stuffed the copper in his hand along the crack of the underground door.

Squeak...

A simple code, after three coppers, the door in front of him opened, and Dean in a cloak entered here, without stopping on the ground, Dean walked towards the basement familiarly - the layout of every black market is Almost, Dean, who has experienced dozens of black markets, is exactly like any regular customer.

What's more, not long ago, he came here once.

And looking at Dean's appearance. The tavern keeper who opened the door. After making a gesture towards the outside. Returning to the tavern, he closed the door again.

Undoubtedly, apart from the identity of the tavern owner, his vigilance is more like a guard.

And in fact, it is.

Basically every black market will have such a guard: the identity of the face,

And the identity behind it.

Squeak, squeak...

The slightly old stairs made such a sound, as if knocking on the door, which shocked the people who stayed below and couldn't see the light. He began to glance at the entrance.

However, when they saw Dean walking in, they all lost interest.

These people who walk in the shadows are absolutely vicious, they can tell who is a fat sheep and who is a veteran.

Undoubtedly, they saw the breath of fellow-minded people in Dean.

Even more dangerous.

The undisguised coldness made these people understand that this is definitely not a guy to mess with.

So, naturally. They continued to do what they should do.

Exchange messages and sell items. post task...

Just start and finish one by one in a space of less than ten tables.

Dean glanced at the ten tables. He didn't stop, but walked to the innermost position - there was a bar with some wine barrels on it. Besides these wine barrels, there were some birdcage.

There are pigeons and others.

Example: Falcon.

"Guest, do you need anything?"

The person in charge of the desk warmly entertained Dean who came, just like the waiter in the restaurant during the day. Of course, it would be even better if he could put down the short knife in his hand.

But Dean ignored the other party at all, he directly took out a letter written in secret language and branded with wax, and put it in the falcon's cage.

"Clarion Town, Long Lang? Well, that's a cunning, mean fellow!"

Seeing the title of the book on the envelope, the waiter casually put down the dagger in his hand. Undoubtedly, Dean can be completely classified as a harmless person.

After all, Long Lang himself was a black market businessman with a considerable reputation.

A guy who has a relationship with such a person can naturally be regarded as one of his own.

Ding, ding, ding!

With three crisp sounds, three Kimptons shining with golden light appeared on the table.

"Two days! It only takes two days. I guarantee that Long Lang can receive your letter, honored guest!" After seeing Kimpton, the waiter's tone changed. He not only gave a guarantee, but also took A piece of tattered kraft paper was produced and handed to Dean: "Guest, I think you need a price list - of course, we don't need a handling fee here!"

The waiter was joking.

Obviously, Long Lang's way of raising money made these black market merchants talk about it, but they couldn't learn; it wasn't that they didn't want to, but they couldn't get the 'exclusive goods' that Long Lang could get.

Dean is well aware of this.

Therefore, for the waiter's recommendation, Dean does not have any desire to buy, what's more, he just read the list of items not long ago - Dean can confirm it just by glancing at the kraft paper, The other party does not have any new goods.

Therefore, Dean had the intention of leaving.

After all, his purpose of coming here has been fulfilled.

As for Dean's purpose here?

Naturally, it is sending a letter.

His 'knight baptism' needs the help of that black market merchant, some medicinal materials, and now he needs the other party's help to collect them.

Similarly, the 'smuggling channel' also needs to cooperate with the other party.

Although it is not yet the time agreed by the two parties, Dean understands that Long Lang will never mind if there is money to be made.

As for other channels for sending letters?

Rely on bards and caravans?

Friends, believe me, those channels will definitely not be safer and faster than here. Of course, if you have a special escort from the Marquis of Vauban's scout guard, then it's another story.

In fact, the communication between the black market is the fastest and safest in the four northern counties, and even the entire Emerald Kingdom. Those special falcons domesticated by the black market can allow you to be in the northernmost part of the Emerald Kingdom. Received news from the far south in as little as a week; with war horses it would have taken more than fifty days.

Of course, this naturally has a premise.

First. You need to pay a lot of money.

second. your recipient. Must be familiar with the black market.

At least, he had to know some of the people who walked in the shadows.

Otherwise...official and non-governmental formal channels are your choice.

"Guest, wait... Maybe you need some special news?"

Looking at Dean who stood up, the waiter said repeatedly - no doubt the Kimpton thrown by Dean earlier played a key role at this time.

Any participant in the black market wants to earn more Kimptons.

so. Sometimes, small tricks are just unavoidable.

And after knowing that this may be a small trick played by the other party, Dean will naturally not be fooled, just like those restaurants often say to some customers in order to sell out today's food, 'Look, I have a big one here. , enough food for two people, and you only need to pay half the price of one person, and you can buy it' so-so.

"Guest, it's news about the auction of the Marquis of Vauban!"

Watching Dean turn around without hesitation. The waiter gritted his teeth and said some key words in a low voice.

"The auction of the Marquis of Vauban?"

Dean stopped in his tracks. Turn around and look at each other.

"certainly!"

Seeing Dean who had stopped in his tracks, the waiter laughed—obviously, he saw Kimpton waving to him.

"It's better not to be some boring news... Otherwise, you will regret what you did at this moment!"

Dean, who knew the rules very well, took out a Kimpton and put it on the table without any unnecessary movements.

"Absolutely not—you'll think it's worth the money...someone has their eyes on the private auction of the Marquis of Vauban, they are organizing their staff, and they have given a pretty generous reward...I think you can join it as a guest After all, you seem to be very capable!" The waiter complimented Dean, then took out a piece of neat kraft paper, wrote down an address, handed it to Dean, and said, "If you are interested, Please go here!"

"The other party's identity?"

Dean didn't take the kraft paper with the address on it immediately, but put another Kimpton on the table.

"I-I can't be sure..."

The waiter faltered, but when he looked at Kimpton, he clearly told Dean what he was thinking.

Another Kimpton appeared on the table.

"It's the thieves' union in Vauban, and some mercenaries from other counties. It seems that there is something extraordinary in the auction of the Marquis of Vauban..."

While talking, the waiter stretched out his hand to the two Kimptons.

However, Dean held down that hand in the first place.

After trying twice but failing to break free, the waiter began to look at Dean innocently.

"more specific!"

After Dean disguised himself, his gloomy voice showed his anger after being teased--obviously, the Thieves Guild would definitely be involved in such a thing.

In fact, it wouldn't be normal if the Thieves' Guild didn't show up.

As for those mercenaries?

For Kimpton, they are obviously risking life and death.

Therefore, the information given in the following words is obviously nonsense.

And Dean will never let others fool him like this.

"Also, and...the Brotherhood seems to be involved too-I'm not sure about this news!"

The waiter added, and then pocketed the two Kimptons on the table the instant Dean let go of his hand.

"fraternity……"

Dean narrowed his eyes pensively.

Dean is very familiar with this organization - although it has a seemingly beautiful name like 'Brothers', it is completely an organization of assassins and killers.

In the Emerald Kingdom, more than 70% of the assassinations were related to this organization.

Even in Gaosai and Xiti, there are their figures.

As long as they are given the marked price, they will take over even the assassination mission of a king of a country—for example, the price of the King Xiti is 10 million Kimptons.

Although it seems to be a sky-high price, the fact that the 'Brotherhood' dared to mark it shows their attitude.

As far as Dean knew, after the king of Xiti heard the news, he sent people to encircle and suppress the Brotherhood more than once; however, they all returned in vain.

As for why Dean knew so clearly?

Because, in the last life, the place where the old thief trained him was a branch of the Brotherhood.

ps The second update~(to be continued...)