About twenty minutes later, the silent middle-aged man in front of Kaede Sato finally stopped. With the help of the ever-burning lamps on the walls of the secret passage, he saw that there was no more path ahead. It was just a pitch-black wall.
Seeing this situation, Kaede Sato secretly placed his finger on the Pokeball containing the Swamp Monster in his hand, his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man who had stopped in front of him.
As long as the middle-aged man made any rash moves, he would not hesitate to release the Swamp Monster and hammer the man to death. In such a narrow terrain, the Swamp Monster was almost invincible.
Although the middle-aged man's ability to approach him silently was terrifying, now that the man was exposed in front of him, the degree of threat was greatly reduced. Kaede Sato was confident that he could fight the man head-on.
Moreover, the Swamp Monster had the earth attribute. With its outstanding ability to control earth energy, it was no different from moving in water. As long as it was with him, Kaede Sato was not worried at all that he would be buried alive underground.
Now that such a secluded and narrow underground space was undoubtedly the best place to kill and rob people. This was a place where the law did not govern, and any identity would become worthless. In this place, only fists worked.
Perhaps he sensed the threat coming from Kaede Sato's body, but the middle-aged man paused for a moment before he continued walking. He walked to the wall at the end of the secret passage and pressed down on a certain spot on the wall.
In the next second, the part of the wall that the middle-aged man pressed on suddenly caved in. After that, the sound of a mechanism activating began to echo in the secret passage.
Then, under Kaede Sato's thoughtful gaze, the wall at the end of the secret passage began to split in half and slowly opened up. Then, an underground room lit with incandescent lights appeared in front of Kaede Sato's eyes.
At the same time, a thick smell of blood was also emitted from inside. This immediately made Kaede Sato feel a little uncomfortable for the sudden strong light. He squinted his eyes and his pupils shrank to the size of needle points.
"Please, customer, all my best products are here."
The middle-aged man turned around and gave Sato Kaede a horrifying, pale smile. Then, he made a gesture of inviting Sato Kaede over.
However, when the middle-aged man saw that Kaede Sato had no intention of moving, or that Kaede Sato was unwilling to stand in front of him, he put away his smile and stepped into the basement before Kaede Sato.
Seeing this, Kaede Sato's eyes glimmered and thoughts flashed in his mind. After his eyes gradually adapted to the strong light, he stepped forward and followed the middle-aged man in front of him.
For the middle-aged man, Kaede Sato was a very troublesome customer. Although Kaede Sato brought a letter of introduction from Kondo Castle, an old customer of the Rocket, the middle-aged man still didn't trust Kaede Sato.
The reason was very simple. The middle-aged man had dealt with the trainers of the Alliance countless times. From Kaede Sato, he smelled a trace of the "foul smell" that the self-proclaimed righteous and kind trainers of the Alliance had.
However, ever since Kaede Sato entered the house and followed him into the secret passage, he had shown calmness, ruthlessness, and sophistication. This made the middle-aged man wonder about Kaede Sato's identity as an undercover agent of the Alliance.
Just now, the middle-aged man had purposely stopped. He had immediately sensed a killing intent from Sato Kaede's body that was ready to explode and kill at any time. He had also felt a strong sense of danger.
At this time, Kaede Sato was no different from the desperados he usually came into contact with. This was the unique style of people who belonged to the gray world or the underworld. At critical moments, they only believed in their own fists.
Would those self-proclaimed righteous and kind Alliance trainers be desperados?
From the middle-aged man's point of view, the answer to this question was always negative. These high-born Alliance trainers would never do anything that only outlaws would do.
Because when they were born, their parents had already arranged everything for them. Desperados needed to exchange their lives for everything. There was no need for them to take risks at all.
Could he be a lackey of the Alliance? This question flashed in the middle-aged man's mind. In the end, he didn't continue to think about this question. Whether or not Kaede Sato was the Alliance trainers, this question was no longer important.
What was important was that Kaede Sato now had the strength to threaten his life. That was enough.
In a situation where their strength was about the same, the identity between the two sides was no longer that important. It was hard to say who was the prey and who was the hunter.
The middle-aged man had no grudges with Kaede Sato. If Kaede Sato had shown any trace of weakness along the way, he would definitely not hesitate to let Geng Gui kill him and rob him.
For weak lackeys of the Alliance, the middle-aged man, who had been "persecuted" by the Alliance all year round, would definitely kill them on sight.
Although Kaede Sato had maintained a good distance from his shadow along the way, his shadow was almost omnipresent in this dark environment. It was not difficult for him to kill Kaede Sato.
However, Kaede Sato's abnormally tough performance just now made the middle-aged man suddenly have a premonition that made him feel ridiculous. If he chose to make a move, Kaede Sato might not necessarily die, but he would definitely die.
Therefore, the middle-aged man gave up on continuing to explore whether Kaede Sato was a spy or a lackey of the Alliance. This was a question that was not appropriate for the time being.
Since he was a powerhouse, he had the right to make a deal. This was one of the eternal rules of the gray world and the dark world.
After Kaede Sato entered the basement, he saw a place similar to an art museum. Of course, compared to the precious cultural relics in the art museum, the things here were all kinds of ghost elves.
Now, these elves, which were very terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, were locked up in a sealed glass box like real works of art.
Looking around, there were at least hundreds of ghost elves collected in the middle-aged man's basement. In addition to ghost divine beasts and exotic beasts, there were all kinds of ghost elves here.
Moreover, from the information obtained by Kaede Sato using the system's detection function, the qualifications of every ghost elf in this basement were not low. On average, they were in the range of purple qualifications.
Here, Kaede Sato also saw a few specter fairies with golden aptitude.
There was no doubt that the middle-aged man was a very outstanding elf hunter who specialized in hunting ghost elves. He was also an elf hunter who had mastered a certain method to restrain ghost elves.
The spirit elves in the basement were similar to the spirit elves in the Haunted House. Other than the fact that they could move their eyes, they were like real 'art' (dead objects), sitting quietly inside the glass box.
"Welcome to my museum. Don't you think it's spectacular? The ghost elves here are all high-quality goods. Several of them were caught by me in the Ominous Land. I almost lost my life there …"
The middle-aged man obviously had some mental problems. After he entered the underground museum, he began to become abnormally excited. In an instant, he changed from a quiet person to a talkative one.
He was showing off to Kaede Sato, as if every ghost elf in the collection here was his beloved treasure. He introduced the origin of each ghost elf to Kaede Sato with a fanatical face.
"This guy is crazy. How much does he love ghost elves? It's already to the extent of being abnormal. This guy, Kontoshi, is really unreliable. What kind of people did he introduce to me?"
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who had suddenly changed his personality, Kaede Sato's expression remained the same. He quietly listened to the middle-aged man, but in his heart, he scolded Kontoshi a dozen or so times.
According to the middle-aged man's perverted obsession with the Specter Fairies, it was hard to say whether he would really sell the Specter Fairies here to him.
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