Red Street Market.
8: 00 pm.
The police station and the city hall had been evacuated two days ago.
Other than the ruins that needed time to be rebuilt after the battle, Red Street Market was already open for business.
The entire street was brightly lit and bustling with people. There were all kinds of men and women coming and going. The lowliest prostitute waved at them from behind the dark alley. After waiting for a person to come over and bargain for half a day, the two of them impatiently walked into the single-story house on the side.
In front of the high-class hall, there were beautiful receptionists who attracted all kinds of customers. They ranged from drunken veterans to ignorant newbies, and from the new nobles of the kingdom who had been rich since they were young to the rich merchants who reeked of money. They used a dazzling array of services and a dazzling array of bodies to devour the wallets that came and went.
The best were the coachmen dressed neatly in front of the doors. They parked their low-key and luxurious carriages without any insignia in front of the various clubs. A few servants respectfully welcomed the ladies who came down from the clubs into the carriages and then drove far away. They did not return until the next day. These were the truly powerful and extravagant guests. The hidden identities behind them could even make the bosses of the clubs' teeth chatter.
Everything was the same as it was twenty days ago. It was as if Red Street Market had never experienced a bloody and terrifying gang fight. The protectors of the street and the collectors of profits did not change from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Black Street Brotherhood.
Except for the center of Red Street Market.
There, the ruins of more than ten houses that were blasted into pieces by the Air Mystic were still pitch black.
In this pitch-black darkness, dozens of people were busy digging under the ruins with great effort. The sound of iron colliding with the soil could be heard continuously.
Under the moonlight, one of the six powerhouses of the Black Street Brotherhood, the head of intelligence, the "Sleepless Eye" Cobian Lance, draped in a scarlet cloak, stood in the ruins. He looked at the darkness around him, then looked at the lights of tens of thousands of homes in the distance. He could not help but frown.
Too close … he thought.
Those newly opened guilds are still too close to our excavation site.
In the distance, a Sleepless whistled. That was the signal: Two people passed by, everything is normal.
Lanthe nodded at the other Sleepless in the darkness.
But he saw the lights on the top floor of a club next door, and the light faintly illuminated a path leading to this place.
Lanthe snorted through her nose.
It was too close.
Immediately, a Sleepless who understood the situation left behind him and communicated with another member of the Brotherhood for a while. The latter then strode towards the guild hall.
Not long after, the lights on the top floor of the clubhouse dimmed, and the surroundings of the ruins fell into darkness once more.
Lance then nodded.
I should have asked Rick to extend the closed hours.
It will affect our homework too much.
And we could only do it at night.
However, Lance knew that it would be faster for the nobles to cut off an acre of land from their own territories and hand it over to the Brotherhood rather than forbid Red Street Market from doing business.
Lanthe walked forward slowly.
It had been ten days and ten nights. They had dug ten meters deep and twenty meters wide under the chess room, but they had found nothing.
Right now, he could still use the excuse of 'searching for clues about the Air Mystic' and 'finding the truth behind the deaths of the Talon brothers and Moria' to cover it up, but if he still could not find it …
If we don't, we'll be discovered sooner or later, Lanthe thought grimly.
Whether it was the Secret Intelligence Department or the stubborn Blood Bottle Gang.
Even the other venomous snakes hidden in the darkness.
Even if Red Street Market now belonged to the Brotherhood.
Fortunately, the Air Mystic had blown up the surroundings for them. Otherwise, they would have had to put in a lot of effort to seize the ownership of all the houses in the vicinity from the owners of Red Street Market, who had more or less powerful backgrounds.
However, the current situation was not bad. According to the plan, the excavation could only start after a year and a half or even longer. Now, they could start just a few days after taking over Red Street Market.
Of course, the unconcealed excavation site also made it more difficult for them to cover up the secret.
That was why they had to dig quickly. Lance could not help but feel a little annoyed.
At this moment.
"Found it!" A rough and heroic voice came from afar.
Lance could not help but be moved.
He waved the Sleepless behind him away and quickly walked forward.
"Found it, Corbian!" A tall and thin figure walked forward while tightly hugging a long object wrapped in cloth.
It was a man with a long and narrow face. His dark blonde curly hair draped over his shoulders. He wore a black leather sling, and three short knives were inserted under his ribs and waist. Both of his arms were wrapped in thick bandages. He was so tall that he was second only to Cenza, who was two meters tall. Unfortunately, his thin figure affected his appearance.
'Ripper' Anton Levanoski, one of the Six Powerhouses of the Brotherhood. He was in charge of the smuggling of strategic resources such as Eternal Oil and Crystal Drop Ores. He excitedly hugged the long object covered in mud and walked towards Lance.
Behind him, a fat figure — one of the Six Powerhouses, Morris, who was in charge of the human trafficking business, walked forward with a displeased expression.
"This should be it! I opened it and took a look. Wow … it's exactly the same as the painting … "Anton's rough accent sounded especially ear-piercing.
"You wouldn't have thought that after digging for ten days and almost digging through the sewers, it wasn't buried in the ground. Instead, it was hidden in the partition between the basement and the surface!"
"If I didn't slip and step on it when I was peeing … Haha, I told you not to overcomplicate things … You and Morris dug like crazy for ten days … Haha …"
Morris, who was behind him, crossed his arms and clenched his teeth in displeasure.
"Look! I've only been here for five minutes. I wanted to pee before I left … "
After holding it in for ten seconds, Lance finally could not take it anymore. This person from the Eastern Continent who had been nagging endlessly for more than ten years.
"Shut up, skinny!" Lance fiercely snatched the long object from Anton's hands. Ignoring the mud on it, he opened a corner with trembling hands.
Anton still wanted to say something, but Morris, who was behind him, nudged him maliciously, causing him to stumble.
"Damn fatty … Aren't you just jealous that I'm …"
"Shut up, Anton!" This time, it was the fierce Morris.
Lance gently covered the object with the cloth.
"That's right," he said softly, but he could not hide the unusual excitement in his voice. "It's this."
Lance stroked the long object with his trembling hand, as if he was caressing a lover. "After all the hard work, and under the premise that we could not alert the Mystics or the Secret Intelligence Department, we took down Red Street Market. Finally, there is a reward!"
"Hey." Anton spread his hands in displeasure. "Who said we didn't alert the Mystic? Who do you think blew up these ruins? "
"The Air Mystic's appearance was an accident. Black Sword couldn't lure him away, but he really didn't know about this thing," Morris said calmly. Morris said calmly, "But I'm thinking that Asda must know something. That's why he gave up the chance to kill Black Sword and took the risk to rush back to the capital to intervene in a small territorial dispute. He might even know that we're looking for a weapon that can defeat him."
"But we still found it under his nose, under the Air Mystic's nose," Lance said darkly as he observed the outline of the object.
At the mention of the Air Mystic, the three of them fell silent for a moment.
"When I received the news, I thought you and Cenza were going to die in Red Street Market." Lance broke the silence and sighed softly.
"We were lucky." Morris hung his head and his eyes were shrouded in shadows. "You should see Moria and the Talon brothers. He still loves to make human balls."
"What happened to him?" Anton's eyes shone with a strange color.
"Maybe he met his nemesis." Lance clenched the parcel in his hand tightly and closed his eyes gently. "But he definitely didn't die."
"Come to think of it, it's been twelve years … I still can't believe it …" Anton gritted his teeth and recalled with a mixture of fear and hatred. "I saw it with my own eyes. Black Sword clearly killed him three times … three times …"
"Then he resurrected." Morris' face was gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "In two hours, he resurrected three times."
"Four times," Lance added quietly. "Outside the palace, after the crown prince was poisoned, Great Charleton killed that monster once."
In an instant, the air between the three of them seemed to sink.
Anton looked at the long object in front of him. With lingering fear and doubt, he asked, "We've been looking for ten years. But this thing, is it really useful? After all, the entire continent is filled with anti-mystic equipment … "
"The things on those guards can only slightly weaken the influence of mystic energy," Lance said without hesitation. "Only the legendary anti-mystic equipment bestowed by the Empire can truly deal with Mystics. This is what Morat told me when I was still in the Secret Intelligence Department."
"I don't really dare to believe the information about your former boss." Anton's expression changed. As if remembering something, he shuddered again. "… That old man, even his saliva was poisonous."
"Oh, right. The Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department actually didn't intervene in our operation this time?" Morris said worriedly. "After all, according to what you said, this is a legendary anti-mystic equipment that isn't on the books … It's even more serious than privately owning a Mystic Gun …"
'Privately owning a Mystic Gun?' Lance snorted softly in his heart.
'Privately owning a Mystic Gun is nothing more than a death sentence. As for the legendary anti-mystic equipment that isn't on the books … Hmph.'
However, Lance just shook his head. "The king is almost forty-eight years old. The matter of choosing the nobles as the crown prince is enough to make them anxious. Besides, I made a deal with Eckstedt's Secret Room. They will release news that Morat is interested in. Ramon will attract all the attention of the Secret Intelligence Department. Morat will not discover our goal. I know my teacher too well."
"But fortunately, neither the Blood Bottle Gang's Mystics nor the Secret Intelligence Department know the importance of this thing …" Lance caressed the cloth in his hand and pondered about something.
"Oh, right. Are we really not going to tell Cenza, Fiso, and Roda about the truth of this matter?" As he said the names of the other three Powerhouses, Anton also frowned like the other two. "Anyway, the Air Mystic has also disappeared."
Lance shook his head solemnly and passed the bag in his hand to Morris. "Nikolay and Catherine have set off to look for the Blood Mystic. Believe me, I have seen the records of the Secret Intelligence Department. Compared to the Blood Mystic, Asda is even kinder than Prince Midier."
"The Brotherhood's Three Powerhouses and Black Sword will be enough to face the Mystics. The less the others know, the safer they will be. "Morris nodded and tied the long object in his hand tightly. There was sadness in his voice." For the former Nine Powerhouses. "
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