Chapter 90
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On the left side of Wall Street, in front of an ordinary alley, a delicate-looking boy passed by with a piece of Black Ganoderma bread in his hand. Suddenly, the bread in his hand fell to the ground. He was shocked and hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but the bread was covered in dust. He didn't know whether to pick it up or not, so he squatted in front of the bread, hesitating.
The pedestrians on the street were rushing to work, so they just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.
The boy lowered his head and seemed to be distressed about the bread. But no one saw his nose sniffing slightly.
The boy was Dean. At the moment, his attention was focused on the smell. He gently inhaled so that the smell would rush to the olfactory cells at the top of his nose.
There were all kinds of smells on the street, but tracking the smell was like a physical instinct. He didn't need to learn to master it. Dean focused his senses on the smell emitted from the hidden chamber in the alley. Through the various smells, a vague outline of the chamber emerged in his mind.
"Smell of sulfur, smell of yellow phosphorus … Someone? Three people? One of the smells has a light fragrance. It should be a girl. " Dean was surprised. He didn't expect that there would be people in the secret chamber. Did the alchemy apprentices do experiments here every day?
Dean slightly thought and shifted his sense of smell to the house on the street above the secret chamber. He immediately smelled the faint smell of old dust. No one lived in it and it seemed to have been empty for a long time.
"There is an alchemy chamber under this empty house … The owner of the empty house is either dead or the owner of the alchemy chamber." Dean secretly thought. He picked up the bread, patted the dust on it, and went straight down the street. Although through the smell, he didn't find anyone in the high position of the buildings on both sides of the street. There should be no special sentries.
Nevertheless, to be cautious, he had to put on a show.
He left the street and came to the adjacent street. He found a small tailor shop and immediately went inside.
A tailor apprentice boy greeted Dean politely: "Guest, what do you need?"
Dean glanced at the clothes hanging in the shop but didn't find the style he needed. He immediately said: "Help me make a black robe and an ordinary mask."
"Mask?" The tailor apprentice looked at him in doubt but didn't say anything: "When do you want it?"
"When can it be done?" Dean asked.
"I can do it tonight."
"Alright, I'll pick it up tomorrow at this time."
"No problem. What kind of material do you need? We have linen fiber, satin …"
"Strong ordinary fabric." Dudian asked: "How much is the deposit?"
The tailor's apprentice thought for a moment and said, "If you want it to be strong, thick linen fiber is the best. That's seven copper coins in total. The deposit is half, so I'll take three."
Dean immediately took out three copper coins and gave it to him: "The robe should be a little bigger."
"Alright." The tailor apprentice smiled and took out a ruler to measure Dean's body proportions. He wrote a note to Dean: "Come and get it tomorrow."
Dean put away the note and left the tailor's shop. He murmured: "Next is the tattoo problem."
If he wanted to sneak into the stronghold, he had to prove that he was an alchemist. The most credible way to prove it was to show his alchemy tattoo.
However, this era was far from mastering the laser. Once the tattoo was on the body, it was difficult to wash away. Every time he came back from outside the giant wall, his body would be checked to prevent bringing the virus into the giant wall. It was impossible to hide the tattoo.
He pondered for a moment and finally decided to take the risk and try.
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There was an ink raw material factory in the eastern suburbs. Like most factories, it was located in a remote area close to the radiation zone.
Dean came here. He showed his guard's medal and said: "I'm here to do business. By the way, I'm here to check your production environment."
The two guards were stunned. They looked at him repeatedly to confirm that they were not mistaken. One of them winked at the other and said to Dean: "Wait a minute, I'll help you inform them."
Dean nodded and stood at the door to wait.
After a moment, the previous guard trotted out with a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man didn't expect to see such a young guard. He looked like a mature child. But he immediately put on a smile and politely said: "Hello, why didn't you tell us in advance that you are here to check? Aren't we under the management of Mr. Crowe?"
Dean waved his hand: "I just came to have a look. The main purpose is to do business with you. Do you have gallnut ink here?"
The middle-aged man was relieved when he heard Dean's words. He was puzzled: "Gallnut ink? The amount is very small. It has been discontinued. Now everyone uses carbon ink. "
"That's good." Dean nodded and said: "Give me a bottle of gallnut ink."
"Uh …" The middle-aged man choked. He looked up and down at Dean: "Just one bottle?"
Dean coughed. He was embarrassed. After all, this was a factory and not a shop. However, it was difficult to sell gallnut ink in a shop. So he could only come here.
"How much is it?" Dean directly asked the price. He didn't give the middle-aged man the opportunity to refuse.
The middle-aged man was speechless. But he still maintained a polite attitude: "Why are you talking about money? I'm giving it to you."
Dean didn't hesitate: "I'm short on time. I want it now."
"No problem." The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Is that all you want? Is there … anything else?"
Dean smiled: "It's just on the way."
The middle-aged man was relieved. He knew that it was a false alarm: "Okay, I'll let someone get it for you." Then he turned and left. After a moment, a thin young man brought a bottle of black ink to Dean.
Dean didn't need to open the cap to smell the ink inside. It was gallnut ink. This ink was used in the early days of the wall. Later, people learned to use coal to make carbon ink. Because of the high cost of the ink, the number of people who bought it was getting smaller and smaller.
Dean left with the ink. He went to the store to pick up a bottle of men's perfume. He brought it back home and locked it in his small room.
The smell of gallnut ink was much lighter than carbon ink. Moreover, carbon ink was often used by people. So the smell was more familiar. That's why Dean took the trouble to buy gallnut ink.
"Unfortunately, there is no activated charcoal here. Otherwise, the smell could be completely eliminated." Dudian secretly thought. He poured some of the ink into a small bowl, and then poured some of the light perfume he had selected into the bowl to neutralize the smell. He smelled the perfume and felt that the smell did not become strange. He was relieved and then took off his shirt, revealing his healthy wheat skin.
Dean looked down at the magic mark on his chest: "I don't know if the alchemist apprentices will recognize this magic mark. In any case, it's better to hide it." Immediately, he dipped the quill in ink and drew along the blood-red magic mark on his chest. The cold ink fell on the magic mark, smearing the blood vessels of the magic mark into a pitch-black color.
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