"Twenty black gold coins for a radiation baby? Boss, you are robbing us! "
The shops in the underground world were very lively. A voice of dissatisfaction came from a shop on the left side of Dean and the black mage. Dean followed the voice and saw that the counter of the black shop was piled with all kinds of bottles and specimens nailed to wooden shelves. Most of them were strange flesh and blood or some kind of limbs. Some of the bottles and jars were soaked with intact human babies.
However, the soaked babies were somewhat deformed. Some had strange hands growing out of their abdomen. Some had cracked arms with a strange mouth.
Dean saw that Dean was interested, so he whispered: "This person is buying radiation babies. It is a low-level witchcraft research material. It is also one of the raw materials of witch blood poison. The price is very cheap, but it is a bit expensive here. Generally, ten black gold coins are enough."
"It's probably because the other black shops have all closed down, so the goods here have increased in value." Dean took back his eyes and asked as he walked forward: "Can this radiation baby be sold for ten black gold coins?"
Ten black gold coins were equivalent to one hundred gold coins. In his knowledge, the orphans in the orphanage were sold for a few silver coins. These orphans lived in slums, drank heavily polluted water, ate poor quality bread, and had long been eroded by radiation. They could be regarded as radiation people.
The black mage smiled: "Most of the radiation babies sold in the black shop are of good quality. The radiation is more than 70%. For the average person to accumulate radiation in their body to such a degree, they need to live in a heavily polluted radiation zone for at least two or three years. If a newborn baby lives in such an environment, it is estimated that it will die in less than three days."
Dean frowned: "What are these?"
"The infection of these radiation babies comes from the mother's body. Their mother's body itself has a high concentration of radiation. They live in a high radiation zone when they are pregnant. So when they are born, the radiation concentration in their body will exceed the limit. Moreover, they won't die." The black mage smiled: "Some babies in the mother's body can't withstand the radiation contained in the mother's body. They will die early. So it is quite time-consuming and laborious to make radiation babies. Ten black gold coins is not expensive, but twenty is a bit too much."
Dean was silent. What kind of horrible and dark industrial chain was this? Such an industrial chain was one of the many products in the black shop.
"Did you hear? Camp District was attacked by witchcraft."
"I've known about it for a long time. I don't know which bastard did it, but he caused all the black shops to close down and reorganize, causing the items in the headquarters to be sold at sky-high prices. My experiment just happened to reach a bottleneck, and I urgently need materials. Damn it!"
"It's probably some wandering wizard who did it. How despicable. The people living in Kamp District are all civilians. It's understandable if this person cast witchcraft on some nobles or rich people. At least he can make some money. What's there to harm those useless people in Kamp District? The energy wasted to kill them is worth more than their lives!"
"With such a huge commotion, this idiot is definitely done for."
The masked wizards around him were talking among themselves, and the Witch Blood Spell was mentioned from time to time.
The Dark Magician's hearing was extraordinary, so he naturally heard everything. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. This was the first time he had been scolded by so many people, and they were all in the same profession! He looked at Dean and said in an aggrieved tone: "Elder, you can't ignore me if the witch blood technique is found out."
Dean glanced at him: "Even if you are found out, you have the means to get out."
The Dark Magician smiled: "Elder, you think too highly of me."
"Can you sense it? Which one is Branck?" Dean looked at the towering building at the end of the underground square. His eyes flashed.
The Dark Magician's eyes showed a bit of seriousness. He carefully looked at the building for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't sense it. There is a strange fragrance outside the shop, so I can't smell out the situation inside."
Dean slightly frowned. He also smelled the strange fragrance. The fragrance was very light, but it lingered around the building for a long time. It was like a fragrant barrier that shrouded the building. However, it didn't affect his x-ray vision. There were so many people inside, and there was no Dark Magician to point out Branck's identity. He could only rely on himself to slowly observe.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion behind the square.
"Get out of the way!"
"Get out of the way!"
A shout came from behind.
The crowd quickly crowded and pushed Dean and the Dark Magician to the side of the road.
Dean turned around and saw a group of knights in black armor with dark red scepter patterns striding from the back. In the middle of the team of knights was a black-robed figure wearing a smiling fox mask.
"It's Branck!"
"How come he is here?"
"Don't you know? It must be because of the matter in Camp area! "
"It seems that the rogue wizard who caused trouble will be punished soon."
The crowd was talking about it.
Dean was startled. He didn't expect the latter to appear so quickly. It was so easy to get him.
He looked at the Dark Magician. The Dark Magician whispered: "Elder, I'm not familiar with Branck. They are local wizards. You can't blame me. I absolutely didn't mean to hide."
Dean made a shushing gesture and looked up at Branck who was slowly walking under the escort of the black knights. Golden light flashed in his eyes. His sight instantly penetrated through the mask. He was a little surprised. Branck's mask wasn't made of ordinary plastic or metal. It was made of some kind of alloy and fiber. It looked like a big net.
From the structure, it was not only a mask, but also had a very strong defense. It was estimated that ordinary rifle bullets wouldn't be able to penetrate it!
Under the mask was a plain middle-aged man's face. The only thing that left a deep impression was his eyes. They were restrained and calm, deep and wise. It was like two dark stars embedded in his face, embellishing his ordinary face with a unique style.
Dean took a deep look and remembered the face. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly saw something in his line of sight. He could not help but be startled. Immediately, the golden light appeared in his pupils again. His gaze went straight through the fox mask and shot at the middle-aged man's face. Soon, it penetrated again. He suddenly found that what he had seen before was right. This ordinary face was actually a mask!
The material was gelatinous and very thin.
"Double mask?" Dean's eyes moved. His sight quickly penetrated the deepest part of the man's brain. Then he quickly withdrew his eyes and pretended to be nonchalant.
"Huh?" Branck felt a strange sensation on his face, as if something terrifying was staring at him. He turned his gaze to the crowd on both sides of the road. He saw many strange masks, as well as expressions of excitement, surprise, respect, and indifference behind the masks. Among them, there was no lack of hatred that flashed across the eyes of some of them. Branck caught it.
However, he didn't feel that the man with hatred in his eyes was strong.
"What's going on?" Branck was puzzled. The strange feeling had disappeared. It was like an illusion, but the feeling of horror was very real. He suddenly felt that the wizard attack in the Kemp district was not just an ordinary wizard breaking the rules. Maybe there was some other conspiracy behind it.
Soon, Branck walked past him.
Dean quietly watched him leave and entered the palace-like building behind the square.
The crowd that had been split apart gathered together again and dispersed.
"Are you sure that Branck is in his fifties?" Dean stared at the black mage and asked after the crowd dispersed.
The sorcerer was surprised and quickly said: "Elder, many wizards know this. If you don't believe me you can ask them. I've also heard about it. If I'm wrong, then everyone is wrong."
"Is there any wizard here who can restore the appearance of a man in his fifties to the appearance of a young man in his twenties?" Dean asked.
The sorcerer was stunned. He knew that Dean was referring to Branck. But, wasn't Branck wearing a mask? How did Dean know that his face was that of a young man in his twenties?
Soon, he thought of Dean's perception ability. His eyes flashed a trace of shock, but soon he realized that he couldn't let Dean know that he was aware of it. He quickly took the opportunity to say: "A man in his fifties has the face of a young man in his twenties? How is that possible? "
Dean frowned as he looked at him. He didn't say anything as he turned and walked towards the palace.
The sorcerer quickly caught up with him: "Elder, let's wait outside. It's too dangerous to go in."
"I know."
Outside the palace, Dean stopped in front of a shop and asked the black mage to buy a few tools. Then the two of them rested in a corner.
"It seems that his identity is real." Dean murmured in his heart. Golden light flashed in his eyes. Through his x-ray vision, he saw that the people along the way took the initiative to greet him. The people who were sitting quickly stood up and the people who were standing quickly greeted him. Their attitude was very respectful. It seemed that this wasn't a disguise of a stand-in.
After Branck entered the building, he called more than a dozen people to have a meeting on the third floor. Dean could read their lips. They were talking about the witch's blood.
Dean quietly watched them discuss and make decisions. His eyes turned to the eight black knights who accompanied Branck. All of them were equipped with a knight's spear and a sword. At first glance, they didn't look any different from ordinary knights. However, their physiques were quite amazing. Although all of them had suppressed the heat reaction, but the density of the bones and the internal structure of the body were all at the dominator level!
Dean used x-ray vision to observe the body structure of people with different physiques. He already had a set of methods to distinguish the strength of the internal organs of the body. Bone density was just one of them. He found that the higher the physique, the more complex the internal structure of the body. The number of bones and the changes of the nerves were completely different from normal humans. This was the transformation of the magic marks.
The higher the physique, the larger the transformation of the body.
This kind of modified body was also more suitable for a larger area of the Demon Body, or even a full Demon Body.
"He should be at the peak of the dominator level. His bones have grown scales, and his heart is surrounded by complex ribs. It seems that his ability should be related to defense." Dean's eyes lit up. Even if such a fighting capacity wasn't as good as the abyss, it wouldn't be much worse. If their ability was special, then they could even trap and kill the abyss!
"Branck is a member of parliament, but he isn't an abyss. He should be lacking the ice worm king." Dean thought. It seemed that even in the giant wall, the ice worm king was a rare existence. It meant that it would be extremely difficult for Barton and the others to advance to the abyss level.
Two hours later, the meeting ended. Branck went to the office in the building to check the documents.
Dean waited for him to come out after four or five hours. He called the black magician and followed the eight knights to leave the underground black shop.
"Elder, should we follow them?" The black mage asked Dean. He didn't see Branck and the eight knights outside the manor. He tried to use his sense of smell to track them, but found that the smell had disappeared.
"Don't worry, we will be exposed if we get too close." Dean said. He suspected that Branck had noticed him when he used his x-ray vision. Branck had ordered his men to pay attention to the people who were going in and out of the Nile Shop's headquarters. They had to register their names to prevent people from sneaking in.
"But they are gone." The black mage said anxiously.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Dean's eyes flashed.
Out of the manor, Dean quickly moved forward, jumped to the roof of the street, and quickly chased in one direction.
The black mage saw that Dean seemed to be able to find Branck, so he quickly followed.
Ten minutes later, Dean and the black mage stopped under a towering clock tower. The black mage looked ahead and saw a few streets away. There were eight figures in black robes riding fast horses. They were escorting a person in the same black robe.
These people stopped in front of a Red Wine Manor. There were many guests coming in and out of the manor.
The black mage's face slightly changed: "He is going to mix into the crowd!"
Dean whispered: "I've locked him."
The black mage looked at him and saw the golden light in Dean's eyes. He inexplicably felt a trace of palpitation.
At this time, Dean saw Branck and his eight guards enter the Red Wine Manor. They went straight to the cellar. The cellar was full of wine and ordinary guests couldn't enter.
Soon, Branck and the eight guards were served by a graceful and beautiful woman behind the counter of the Red Wine Manor. They took off all the masks and put on suits, tuxedos and so on.
After a while, the eight guards and Branck came out of the manor. They were like successful people as they mixed into the surrounding guests.
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