Chapter 18: Before the Turmoil In the lower district, the business guild, the fat chamber of commerce president is roaring angrily at his subordinates.
"Why!
Why can't so many of you still look at those things!!
What am I raising you for?
” "The subordinates are incompetent, but I think it's imperative that we find the lost things first," a middle-aged man was standing at the desk of the president of the Chamber of Commerce with his head bowed profusely.
"What do you say?"
The president of the Chamber of Commerce vented his emotions for a while at this time, and gradually calmed down.
"My lord, according to our investigation, it should be the thieves of the royal capital who stole those things, and we found some traces of carriages a few kilometers away from the manor, and then followed the traces, and it has been confirmed that the other party is the city that entered today."
"So these things are still in the hands of those thieves, and we still have a chance?"
The president asked, tapping his chubby fingers on the table.
"It's hard for us to recover those things on our own, but if we tell those people, they'll be able to fix it, because it's what they need."
After speaking, the middle-aged man took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head.
"It seems that this is the only way, you go down first."
The president of the Chamber of Commerce closed his eyes and leaned heavily on the back of his chair and said.
"Yes," the middle-aged man bowed and cautiously exited the president's room.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jasmine took a bottle of magic ink to a small room in a corner of the dungeon.
"Old Tom, this is the goods this time, you can give a price."
Jasmine shoved the magic ink in front of the old man named Old Tom.
Old Tom, who was wearing a white-washed aristocratic dress, a copper ring on his hand, and a pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet, would definitely be a down-and-out but dignified old nobleman in Midtown, but everyone in the dungeon knew that Old Tom was the biggest buyer of stolen goods in the dungeon, and he was also a master-level appraiser.
Opening the inkwell and dipping it a little with a quill pen, Old Tom drew a simple rune on a blank piece of paper.
Put down the quill pen and press your hand on the rune to inject a trace of spiritual power.
With the dazzling light of the runes, Old Tom reached out and closed the ink bottle, then looked up and smiled and said to Jasmine, "Little Jasmine, you have got a good product this time."
The market price of the high-grade magic ink is about 1,000 gold coins a bottle, how about I give you 600?
” "Six hundred gold coins?!
Deal!
Jasmine obviously didn't expect this bottle of ink to be so valuable, so she agreed without hesitation.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, smoke began to rise from the houses in the slums, and Jasmine walked into a shack made of broken wooden planks with a large bag of food.
"Ah, it's the eldest sister who is back!"
A little kid with a runny nose saw Jasmine and turned and shouted to the back room.
"Big sister!"
A little boy in his mid-teens ran out first.
"Ah, a lot of food."
He was followed by a little fat man.
"Eldest sister, where have you been in the past two days?"
A little girl with short flaxen hair asked.
"Stupid, the eldest sister must have made a big deal."
The runny little kid said to the little girl.
Several small children, the oldest in their early teens, were still wearing open crotch pants, rushed out of the back room.
Although the children are dressed in tatters, their faces are very good, and they all look healthy and lively.
"That's natural, who is your eldest sister?"
Jasmine's small breasts and nose are about to rise to the sky.
"The most powerful thief of the Night Hand!"
"Ah, don't snatch my ham."
"Stupid, who made your hands so slow!"
"It's obvious that you're taking advantage of my lack of attention!"
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"Sooner or later, one day I will become a thief as powerful as my eldest sister."
Although these children may face a bleak fate in the same dark world, at least they have a happy childhood.
It was getting dark, and the shanty houses were lit up with orange-yellow lights.
With the laughter of the children, it seems that even the night has become warmer.
Meanwhile, the dungeon, Old Tom's thrift store.
Several corpses lay on the ground, blood already soaking the room, which was already small.
Old Tom was now nailed to the wall, his neat aristocratic clothes were long gone, and blood was pouring from the wounds all over his body, dripping across his shiny shoes and dripping on the ground, gathering into a small puddle.
And the finger with the brass ring was now being tossed by a man covered in scars.
"Waste, it's only 50 knives and it's gone."
Scar spat disdainfully into Tom Sr.'
s corpse, then pulled the brass ring off his severed finger.
Plugged into a groove in the wall where Old Tom hung.
With a creaking sound, the wall opened, revealing a vault the size of the room, and Scar Man found the bottle of magic ink in a small box, tossed it in his hand, and left the room without looking back.
The scarred man walked out onto the ever-bustling dungeon streets, and a blonde man stepped out of a building that was about the size of the Night Hand headquarters.
The scarred man threw the inkwell in his hand, and the blonde man took it and asked without looking at it, "Who did it?"
” "That old thing says it's a female thief in the Night Hand."
The scar man shook the dagger in his hand and replied with a wicked smile.
"I lost a box of things, I can't do it alone."
The blonde man puts magic ink in his pocket.
"So I can do a big deal?"
"It's just an appetizer.
The people of the Brotherhood of Thieves will assist you and don't let people run away. ” "No, hehehehe" The scarred man turned to leave.
Zhao Yannian was leaning on the bed in his pajamas and reading a book.
Luna and Erica lay on either side of Zhao Yannian, already asleep.
Zhao Yannian, who has strong mental power in his own right, doesn't need much rest even if he doesn't rely on the price.
So after satisfying the two daughters, Zhao Yannian leaned on the head of the bed, and with the faint bedside lamp, he looked at the magic books given to him by the great magister.
In the four years of Ivorda, Zhao Yannian read all the books in the entire Ivorda Library, although the books about each profession were only at the master level, but Zhao Yannian already had a preliminary understanding of the cultivation of strength.
In fact, human power is only divided into three stages, the lowest level of ordinary people, then the professionals who understand power, and then the legends who transcend human life forms.
Professionals take warriors as an example, intermediate fighters who have comprehended the power of fighting energy, but they are just beginners among professionals, and they can only rely on their own fighting energy to obtain relatively weak benefits, at the beginning, in Zhao Yannian's opinion, Luna's strength three times that of ordinary people is already very powerful, but compared with the power that professionals later obtained, these simple physical strength is just an insignificant existence.
When the pros reach the master level, their power will be completely under their control for the first time, and the great swordsman will begin to be able to control the fighting qi and leave his body and attach himself to the sword armor.
The Grand Mage, on the other hand, has the ability to create magic and control elemental power without relying on spells.
And after that, the professionals are faced with the path they chose when they advanced to the master level, relying on continuous accumulation of comprehension, and finally advancing their path to the extreme, and at that time, the professionals have reached the true limit of human beings, the Great Magister, the Sword Master.
A few people with outstanding talents and lucky enough to break through their own limits and become the lucky ones of the legends, the records left behind have been unknown, and even the final ending of these legends is rarely recorded in this world, and the last records of the vast majority of legends are missing.
Looking at Luna, who was sleeping beside him, Zhao Yannian couldn't help but reach out and stroke Luna's long ice-blue hair.
Luna had now found her way, but what path it was, Luna wouldn't say.
In fact, even if Luna doesn't say it, Zhao Yannian can still feel Luna's irreplaceable feelings for herself as long as she is close to Luna.
Guardian is the path Luna chooses as she progresses.
Although Zhao Yannian had used the Soul Pulling Concentric Technique on Luna, Zhao Yannian had never issued any coercive orders to Luna over the years.
Luna's various performances also confirm that Luna is not Zhao Yannian's puppet, but a girl with her own thoughts and wills.
Perhaps the origin of this relationship is the soul-pulling concentric technique, but now, the bond between Zhao Yannian and Luna is more than just the power of evil magic.
At this time, Erica woke up with a sigh and saw Zhao Yannian playing with Luna's hair, so she got up and hugged Zhao Yannian's right hand.
"It's so eccentric."
Zhao Yannian smiled and broke away his right hand, hugged Erica on his forehead and kissed it.
"So it's not partial, is it?"
"Hmm!"
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Late at night, when the palace was still brightly lit, Edward was sitting in his study talking to a man in black who was half-kneeling in front of him.
"How is the investigation of the second prince's affairs?"
Edward said as he looked down at Kumon.
"Your Majesty, there are still no clues, but the few chambers of commerce related to the second prince that we have been monitoring are transporting things out of the city."
The man in black replied respectfully.
"Oh?
What's being shipped?
Edward looked up at the man in black.
"Gu's subordinate investigation is some magical materials that were originally stored in the royal capital's logistics warehouse."
"Didn't the logistics warehouse burn down during the battle into the city?"
"Yes, but when we found out that the magic materials had reappeared, we asked the Magic Guild's trackers to investigate, and we were able to confirm that most of the magic materials had been transported before the warehouse burned down, and only a small amount of magic metal was left behind.
Most of the materials were hidden in the shops of the royal capital, which had lost their owners due to the war. ” "Don't startle the snake and continue to investigate."
"Yes," the man in black disappeared in the study.