Chapter 232 "Live Broadcast"

Lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the dark city walls.

Derrick Berg carried a leather pouch and carried the "Hurricane Axe", standing outside the doorway with nearly ten teammates.

Looking up, he saw clumps of tenacious weeds growing out of the black soil between the cracks of the city wall and rocks, like human hair.

At this moment, he heard slight footsteps, and hurriedly looked away, looking at the city gate.

In the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure slowly walked over, carrying two restrained straight swords crossed behind his back.

Immediately afterwards, his pale and messy hair, vicissitudes of life and deep eyes, twisted and deep old scars, brown coat and flaxen shirt that have not changed all year round, came into the eyes of Derrick and others one after another.

The person who came was the chief of the "Six-member Council" of the City of Silver, Colin Iliad, a powerful "demon hunter".

After Derrick said hello, he subconsciously cast his eyes on the chief's waist, where there was a belt divided into many compartments, and each compartment contained different vials made of metal.

This is an experienced and powerful characterization of a "witcher".

Derrick heard from his parents before that "demon hunters" are good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the uses of various materials, and in the unique meditation mode, targeting the former and using the latter to prepare corresponding monsters. Miraculous potions, holy ointments, essential oils and special marks, and then, by taking, smearing, and using these items, the effect of restraining the target is achieved.

In a sense, experienced, well-informed, well-prepared, and responsive "demon hunters" are the nemesis of most monsters. The number and types of metal vials on their waists represent their "experience".

Of course, these are just some of the extraordinary abilities possessed by "demon hunters". With these alone, they cannot be called "half gods" or "sages".

Colin looked around and confirmed that all the team members had arrived, then said in a low voice:

"Light on, let's go."

The two team members immediately lit the candles in the lantern, allowing the dim yellow light to shine through the extremely thin leather.

In the "daytime" when the frequency of lightning is high, there is no need to use candles in the City of Silver, because there will be "light" every two or three seconds, and the surrounding monsters have been wiped out over and over again, but once you leave the City of Silver , When entering the depths of the darkness, candlelight must be kept on at all times, otherwise, as long as the lightning fails to catch up at a certain stage, resulting in a no-light environment for more than five seconds, the team will likely encounter some monsters' attacks.

The fierce battle wasn't the scariest development, what Derrick still remembered was a story his parents told.

One time, when they explored the depths of the darkness, the candles were not replaced in time due to the previous stage of fighting against the tide of rotting zombies, so they had to endure the deep darkness for eight seconds. When the lightning came again and the candlelight reappeared, they were stunned. Seeing that only five of the original eight teammates remained, the other three disappeared without a trace and never appeared again.

Taking a breath, Derrick clenched the "Hurricane Axe", walked in the middle of the team, and followed the chief to the predetermined direction.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, making the plain field full of long black grass appear like a gloomy oil painting.

The exploration team composed of 10 Extraordinary people walked on the road full of jagged gravel, and went deep into the black grass.

The lightning subsided, and the thick darkness rolled back in an instant, almost engulfing them completely.

The dim candlelight pierced through the leather, weakly and tremblingly sticking to the surrounding area.

…………

East End, inside a greasy cheap cafe.

According to the previous agreement, Klein found the old Kohler who was spreading margarine on the toast.

He glanced at the other party's crumpled cigarettes on the table, smiled and said:

"newly bought?"

"No, the old ones, I haven't smoked them again, but I always carry them with me, and occasionally take them out for a sniff, hehe, this reminds me of that period of wandering life, when I really felt that I might die at any time .

"Old Kohler's tone was a little scared.

Klein took out the 20 soli change that he had exchanged in advance, and pushed it to the other party while sitting down:

"I am very satisfied with the last information."

Without waiting for the old Kohler to be humble, he turned his head and looked at the counter:

"A loaf of oatmeal bread, two slices of toast, a stick of butter, a goulash, and a penny of tea."

"Mr. Moriarty, you didn't have dinner yesterday?" Old Kohler held the banknote and was taken aback for a moment.

Klein shook his head and smiled:

"I'm going to be very busy, maybe I won't have time for lunch."

He wanted to pretend that he was active and serious, after all, he had received £100 from Prince Edsack.

The old Kohler didn't ask any more questions, but looked around vigilantly, and stuffed the banknotes into his pocket.

"The thing you asked me to inquire about last time has come to fruition. Azik Eggers' reward came from the bosses of several gangsters and some intelligence dealers. Well, I don't know who entrusted them. It is difficult to contact them. "

MI9... Klein nodded:

"It's enough, there's no need to go deeper, it's too dangerous."

The old Kohler breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to say:

"Two days ago, someone saw a guy suspected of being Azik Eggers in a cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street. It is said that it is basically the same as the photo on the reward list."

... Klein's heart shuddered, and he smiled instead of being surprised:

"And then? Could it be that the matter was over just as I was about to fight for this bounty?"

"Then? With clues, many bounty hunters rushed over quickly, but found nothing. Well, they said that there were signs of a fight in that room." Old Kohler tried hard to recall the information he had collected.

The information will definitely be given to MI9 first... Is this a secret contest between Mr. Ards and them? I don't know what the result is... Klein glanced at the boss who came over with the dinner plate, and said to Old Kohler in a pretentious way:

"You take me to Golden Cloak Street later, maybe I can find some clues."

It was already past the breakfast time in the East District, and there were very few customers in the cheap cafes.

"Okay." Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.

"A total of sixteen and one-half pennies." The boss put the breakfast Klein wanted on the table. There was not much beef in the potatoes, but the stew was bad. It looked like it had been prepared in advance, and the strong aroma hooked it. Old Kohler swallowed involuntarily.

After paying the money, Klein picked up the fork and spoon, and said to Old Kohler:

"continue."

"No one is looking for the Fool's believers anymore, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters...Many unemployed textile workers, including some male workers, have left the East District..." Old Kohler said one by one.

"What?" Klein swallowed the beef and raised his head, "Leaving the East District?"

"I should have found another job. I can't find out exactly where he went." Old Kohler answered truthfully.

"Their family members don't know?" Klein asked.

"Some left with unemployed family members, and some had no family members themselves, and came to Backlund from other places to find work." Old Kohler had already done some research.

Judging from the choice of the target, there is something wrong with this matter... Klein made a note first, and continued to listen to old Kohler's talk about what happened in the East District during this period of time while eating.

After agreeing on the time for the next meeting, he put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, picked up his hat and said:

"Go to Goldcloak Street."

…………

Inside the only cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street.

After accepting the two-penny fee, the boss led Klein and Old Kohler to the room where the person suspected of being Azik Eggers lived.

"During this time, a lot of bounty hunters came, hehe, I made a lot of money, so I kept them as they were." The boss opened the door with a key and pointed inside.

Klein glanced over and saw fallen chairs and rags scattered everywhere. Other than that, there were no other traces of fighting.

With quite a high level of inspiration, Klein cast his gaze under the bed.

After staring for two seconds, he walked over, bent down and patted the bed.

Pfft, some dust flew up, and a light black mouse jumped out from under the bed.

It seemed to be normal without any problems, but in Klein's spiritual vision, the color of its aura was only black and green.

The mouse turned a corner and climbed up the wall, exposing its abdomen to Klein's eyes.

On that soft place, the flesh was green and oozing pus, and the same rotting internal organs could be directly seen inside.

Klein withdrew his gaze thoughtfully, and said to the old Kohler who didn't pay attention to the mouse at all:

"Has Azik Eggers' bounty been withdrawn?"

"No." Old Kohler shook his head affirmatively.

Klein inspected it again, stepped outside and said:

"Let's go, there are no valuable clues."

…………

15 Minsk Street.

Klein, who had been "busy" outside for a day, lay down in bed early and entered the dream world.

Sometimes continuous and sometimes fragmented fragments floated by, and Klein suddenly woke up, knowing that he was dreaming.

A force has invaded my dream... Klein maintained the bewildered state before, casually looking around.

He found himself in the countryside, full of fertile fields.

A river came rushing from a distance and made a bend by the cliff in front of it.

One side of the cliff is bare, showing pure white rocks, looking from a distance, there is a kind of unusually holy beauty.

At the river bend, nearly ten men and women wearing black overcoats or dark jackets with various utensils gathered around a hidden underground entrance. Among them was Klein's acquaintance, Ikanser Bernard.

White Cliff Town... Stratford Bend... Mechanical Heart... Are they exploring the tomb of the Amon family? But why do scenes appear in my dreams? Klein was puzzled for a while.

At this moment, he saw the water floating on the surface of the river, and quickly outlined a line of white words:

"Your loyal servant Arrodes will report to you about the exploration."

...Klein opened his mouth slightly, but was unable to speak for a short while, while a voice echoed in his mind:

What do you say you are doing with a mirror?

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