It was close to night.
The sky was as gloomy and depressing as ever.
Scattered snowflakes drifted down.
On both sides of the street, the few pedestrians all lowered their heads and walked in a hurry. At the same time, they were very cautious.
The streets of the Black Map District that were about to enter the night were far less safe than during the day.
After the snow melted in the coming year, a few corpses would be found in some deep snow-covered alleys.
At this time.
Next to a withered yellow kerosene street lamp.
Gounières was wearing a robe and a cloak. His body was disguised as a tall and straight man. He wore a ghost-faced whirlpool mask on his face. The hood wrapped his entire head tightly, and he also wore white cloth gloves on his hands.
One meter in front of Gounières, there was a homeless boy about twelve or thirteen years old with tattered clothes and a messy face.
This street area was the territory of "Reston", one of the leaders of the Suge Ruins.
Gounières had been following this little boy for a while.
From his regular wandering route and the state of his vitality, Gounières was sure that he was Reston's informant and not an ordinary homeless child.
After all, ordinary homeless children didn't dare to wander around Reston's territory like this.
The consequence of doing so was likely to be one of the corpses found after the snow melted in the coming spring.
At this time, the little homeless boy looked at Gounières with a little fear.
"Your boss is' Reston '?" Gounières asked in a low voice.
Looking at the mysterious man wearing a ghost-faced mask, the little boy was frightened, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head stubbornly.
Obviously, he knew the consequences of revealing his identity and his boss' identity.
The little boy's expression naturally fell into Gounières's eyes, which confirmed that this little guy was indeed Reston's informant.
"I have something to talk to Reston about. This is your reward."
Gounières took out a gold pound and handed it to the little boy.
Looking at the gold pound, the little boy swallowed his saliva. This gold pound was a considerable amount of income for him.
The hesitant little boy didn't dare to take it.
"You just need to tell your boss that there's a big deal waiting for him." Gounières said softly, trying to sound as calm as possible.
After a moment's hesitation, the little boy looked at Gu Nie again. The little boy stole a glance at the twisted maelstrom mask before withdrawing his gaze.
"Really?" The little boy asked tentatively in a low voice.
"Of course it's true."
As he spoke, Gounières stuffed the gold pound into the boy's hand.
"If Lestan agrees, wait for me here at this time tomorrow. I'll give you another gold pound."
After saying that, Gounières did not continue to waste time with the little boy. He turned around and left.
Gounières pondered as he quickly disappeared into the darkness.
"Lestan" was one of the leaders of the Black Map District, on the same level as Old Crow.
However, Old Crow was more concerned with gathering information, while Lestan was related to the black market.
Moreover, as a transcendent being, Lestan would sometimes take on some "illegal jobs".
Fortunately, Lestan was more obedient.
Gounières wanted to get a large amount of gold pounds.
The more reliable method was to continue disguising as a blood ear elf and sell the "Spring of Life".
Then, he went to the black market. There were many people there, and the blood ear elves might be watching him. It was more dangerous.
Then, Lestan, who was related to the black market, was obviously a good choice.
Gounières could sell the Spring of Life to him, and then how he dealt with it was his own business.
Moreover.
Gounières could form a long-term business relationship with Lestan.
After all, Gounières had a lot of Spring of Life in his hands. Only by converting a portion of it into actual gold pounds could he generate profits for Gounières.
More importantly.
Gounières was not afraid of Lestan taking advantage of him.
If they really did trade in some hidden places, the other party would dare to take advantage of him.
With Gounières's current strength, it was hard to say who would be at a disadvantage.
Moreover, this squirming flesh and even the "indescribable flesh and blood" that could be considered a nuclear weapon were Gounières's trump cards.
If Lestan wanted to play some tricks in the trade, Gounières could make Lestan pay a terrible price for his recklessness.
..
The next day.
Night was about to fall.
In a private room on the second floor of a cafe at the corner of the street.
Gounières, who was reading the rune analysis book, slowly closed the book.
Gounières felt the blood in his body and smiled softly.
The blood that was slightly hot a few days ago began to stabilize today.
He was one step closer to changing his blood.
Then, Gounières looked outside through the glass window.
On the dark street, the kerosene street lamps that were still lit yesterday had somehow been extinguished today.
Fortunately, Gounières's source vision could clearly see in the dark night.
The little boy from yesterday was standing there, waiting for something.
After staring for a moment, Gounières got up.
Purple scale mail, silver feather staff, mithril boots, Gounières had already brought all the equipment he needed.
There might be a big battle tonight.
If not, it would be even better.
After leaving the cafe, Gounières put on a mask and a cloak to cover his head.
With every step, Gounières's body quickly became tall and thin. There was a sense of lightness in his steps, like a blood elf.
Quietly coming behind the little boy, Gounières said softly, "This is your reward."
"Ah!" This sudden sound gave the little boy a fright.
Seeing that it was the strange masked man, the little boy quickly quieted down.
He took the gold pound from Gounières's hand. "Follow me." The little boy quickly said.
Gounières nodded slightly.
Along the way, the little boy ran extremely fast.
Gu Nie, on the other hand, followed closely behind like a shadow.
The little boy, who didn't notice the footsteps, looked back from time to time.
After confirming that the other party was following closely behind, the little boy was certain that this masked man was probably the same kind of person as his boss — an "Extraordinaire" who had grasped extraordinary powers.
Five or six minutes later.
The little boy came to the entrance of a small alley.
"Boss is inside." After the little boy said that, he quickly ran away.
At the entrance of the alley, Gounières stood still and looked into the depths of the alley.
"Woo woo ~ ~"
The cold wind whistled through the depths of the alley, biting cold like a knife.
Through the source vision, Gounières looked over.
The snow on the ground had been cleared, and the layer of snow that had just fallen showed no signs of being trampled.
Obviously, not many people passed by here.
At the end, there were two rather hidden figures hiding in the corner. Furthermore, they were both extraordinaires.
At this moment, during this period of time, the advantage of the source vision that Gounières had constantly adapted and excavated, and the night vision that ordinary extraordinaires had began to stand out.
Night vision could only be seen more clearly in the dark. It was simply equivalent to enlarging one's pupils to collect more visible light.
If it was a deeper night environment, it would be difficult for night vision to see anything.
However, Gounières's source vision was different.
Even in an absolutely dark environment, he could still see his surroundings clearly.
At the same time, the insight of this source vision could directly see the extraordinaires hiding behind the walls, and even pry into the extraordinaire's own information.
For example, the two extraordinaires at the corner at the end of the alley, through the type of origin power on their bodies, the thickness and purity of their origin power.
Gounières could determine that they were "unorthodox" battle-type extraordinaires.
After all, a normal level one battle-type extraordinaire had gone through systematic learning.
Under the guidance of instructors, they could very well restrain and control their own origin power.
As for these unorthodox extraordinaires, their control over their origin power was very weak. It couldn't be said that they didn't restrain their aura, but it was almost the same as not having it. The origin power was scattered, and one could tell at a glance that they were unorthodox.
If such half-baked extraordinaires really fought, they wouldn't be able to survive for more than half a chapter.
"However, for ordinary people, it's still very easy for one of them to fight ten of them."
"Moreover … to be able to become extraordinaires under Restan, these guys are all ruthless characters who have killed before."
While thinking, Gounières walked into the alley.
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