On the left side of Wall Street Road, in front of an ordinary alley, a handsome-looking boy passed by holding a piece of black sesame bread.
Suddenly, the bread in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.
He was shocked and quickly bent down to pick it up, but there was stain on the bread.
It was dusty.
He didn't pick it up for a while, or he didn't pick it up.
He squatted in front of the bread and hesitated.
Pedestrians passing by on the street hurried to work, just glanced at it without paying much attention.
The boy lowered his head, as if he was feeling sorry for the bread, but no one saw his nose sniffing slightly.
This boy is Dudian.
At the moment, all his attention is focused on the sense of smell.
He inhales gently and briefly, which allows the smell to flow to the olfactory cells at the top of the nose, making the senses more sensitive.
There are various smells on the street, but tracking smells is like a physical instinct that can be mastered without learning.
Dudian focused his senses on the smells emanating from the hidden room in the alley.
Through the various smells wafting, his mind suddenly The faint outline of the secret room emerged.
"There is a smell of sulfur, yellow phosphorus, and there are three people.
One of them has a light fragrance.
It should be a girl."
Du Di'an was surprised.
He didn't expect that there were people in the secret room at this moment.
Could it be that these alchemist apprentices are doing it here every day?
experiment Dudian thought for a moment and transferred his sense of smell to the residential house on the street above the secret room.
He immediately smelled a faint old gray smell inside.
No one lived in it, and it seemed to have been empty for a long time.
"Under this empty house is the alchemy chamber.
The owner of the empty house has either died a long time ago, or he is the owner of the alchemy chamber."
Dudian thought to himself.
He picked up the bread, patted the dust on it, and left straight down the street.
Although through scent capture, he did not find anyone in the high-end locations of the buildings on both sides of the street.
There should be no one specifically keeping watch.
Still, it's prudent to do the whole thing.
After he left this street, he went to a neighboring street, found a small tailor shop, and entered immediately.
A tailor apprentice boy came up to him and said politely to Dudian: "Guest, what do you need?"
Dudian scanned several finished clothes hanging in the store, but did not find the style he needed.
He immediately said: "Make me a set of black spacious robes and an ordinary mask."
"Mask" The tailor's apprentice boy looked at him doubtfully, but said nothing, "When do you want it?"
"When will it be ready?"
Dudian asked.
"I can do it tonight."
"Okay, I'll pick it up at this time tomorrow."
"No problem, what kind of material do you need?
We have linen fiber and satin here."
"Just strong and ordinary fabric."
Dudian asked: "How much is the deposit?"
The tailor apprentice boy thought for a while and said: "If you want it to be strong, thick linen fiber is the best.
The two items total seven copper coins.
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The deposit is half, and I will charge you three coins."
Dudian immediately took out a three-copper coin and gave it to him, saying, "The robe should be a little bigger."
"Okay."
The tailor apprentice boy agreed with a smile.
He took out a ruler to measure Dudian's body proportions, and then wrote a note to Dudian and said, "Just come and get it tomorrow."
Dudian put away the note and left the tailor shop, muttering: "The next thing is the tattoo."
If you want to sneak into that stronghold, you must prove that you are an alchemist, and the most credible way to prove it is to show your alchemy tattoo.
However, this era is far from mastering lasers.
Once the tattoo is on the body, it is difficult to wash off.
Every time he comes back from hunting outside the wall, his body will be checked to prevent the virus from being brought into the wall.
There is no way to hide it. tattoo.
He pondered for a moment, and finally decided to take the risk and give it a try.
There is an ink raw material factory in the eastern suburbs.
Like most factories, it is located in a remote area and is close to the radiation zone.
Dudian came here, and when blocked by the guard, he showed his guard medal and said, "I'm here for business, and I'll do a routine inspection of your production environment."
The two guards were a little stunned.
They looked at it repeatedly before confirming that they had seen it correctly.
One of them immediately winked at the other, and then said to Du Di'an: "Wait a moment, I will report it to you right away."
Dudian nodded and stood at the door waiting.
After a while, the previous guard trotted out with a short, fat middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man saw Du Dian from a distance and was stunned for a moment.
It seemed that he did not expect to have such a young guard who looked like he had just matured.
Although he was a child, he immediately put on a smile and said politely: "Hello, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming for a check-up?
Isn't our place always under the control of Mr.
Crow?"
Dudian waved his hand and said: "I just stopped by to have a look.
I mainly want to do some business with you.
Do you have gallnut ink here?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said doubtfully: "The weight of gallnut ink is very small and has been discontinued.
Now everyone uses carbon ink."
"That's good."
Dudian nodded and said, "Bring me a bottle of gallnut ink raw material."
"Uh."
The middle-aged man choked immediately, looked at him up and down, and said, "Just one bottle."
Dudian coughed slightly and felt a little embarrassed.
After all, this was a factory, not a store.
However, it was difficult to buy raw materials for gallnut ink in the store, so he had no choice but to come here.
"How much?"
Dudian asked the price directly without giving him a chance to refuse.
The middle-aged man was speechless, but he still maintained a polite attitude and said: "What money are you talking about with me?
Just treat it as a gift from me."
When Dudian saw this, he was not polite and said: "I'm pressed for time, I need it now."
"No problem."
The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Is this all you need?
There's nothing else."
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Dudian smiled and said, "Just dropping by."
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had just made a false alarm.
He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll have someone get it for you."
After that, he turned and left.
After a while, a thin young man brought a bottle of dark ink to Dudian.
Dudian could smell the ink inside without opening the bottle cap.
It was gallnut ink.
This kind of ink was used in the wall in the early days.
Later, after people learned to use coal, they made carbon ink.
This kind of high-cost ink was expensive because of its high price. , gradually fewer and fewer people buy it.
Dudian left with the ink, went to the store to pick out a bottle of men's perfume, took it home, and locked it in his small room.
The smell of gallnut ink is much lighter than that of carbon ink, and carbon ink is often used by people and has a familiar smell.
This is why Dudian took the trouble to buy gallnut ink.
"It's a pity that there is no activated carbon here, otherwise the smell inside would be completely eliminated."
Dudian said secretly.
He poured the ink into a small bowl, and then poured some of the lighter perfume he chose into it to absorb the smell.
Neutralize it, smell it, and feel that the smell has not become weird.
Then you breathe a sigh of relief, and then take off your shirt, revealing your healthy wheat-skinned body.
Dudian looked down at the magic mark on his chest and said to himself: "I don't know if those alchemist apprentices recognize this magic mark.
Anyway, it's better to hide it."
He immediately dipped the ink on the quill and traced it along his chest.
He drew away the blood-red magic marks on his front, and the cold ink fell on them, smearing the blood-red magic marks darkly.
"This dagger scar should also be covered up, so as not to attract attention."
Du Dian drew the ink along the dagger scar again.
The scar was vertical, but the magic mark was horizontal.
After painting, Du Dian found two The pens are crossed together to form a black cross
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