Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1542: Dream is broken in Qiming (21)
Chapter 1542: The dream is broken in Qiming (twenty-one)
"Bar?" Bedivere tilted his head to look at the store. This bar is a historical relic in this big city. Compared with those dazzling high-rise buildings, the ancient stone building of this small bar is full of a unique historical charm.
"What? Since ancient times, when I asked for news, didn't they all go to the bar?" King Arthur said jokingly, and pushed open the door of the bar.
Bediver rolled a glance at King Arthur, didn't bother to complain, and followed into the bar.
However, when he walked into the bar, thinking he could have a few sips of wine, he was really blinded. Where is this bar, this is an Internet cafe. There were many people sitting in various seats in the whole venue. Most of them did not come to drink. Instead, they took out their own laptops and surfed the Internet, and the keyboards kept tapping. Occasionally a few guys on the Internet drank a little alcoholic beverages, and it was just beer with a low degree of concentration.
"What the hell." Bedivere couldn't help complaining. What's the matter with a bunch of young people gathering around in such a ghost place to surf the Internet during the day, do these people have no jobs? Are they all busy?
"That's not the point." Arthur said with a smile, he seemed to know what Bedivere was wondering about, "This is an intelligence distribution center, and you can find a lot of useful things from the intelligence providers here. Stop talking, come with me."
The King of Knights continued to walk towards the stairs of the bar after speaking, seemingly intending to enter the basement of the building. That's right, of course, important intelligence transactions can't be carried out blatantly in such a place. The basement of this bar -- or Internet cafe -- seems to be carrying out dirty transactions. atmosphere of.
Bediver followed along, as if to hear the whispers of the young people who were busy surfing the Internet along the way. He ignored those slightly mocking voices, stepped on the slightly dirty and sticky stairs step by step, and headed towards the basement of the bar. The further down he went, the more his puppy nose could smell the smell of barrels, mingled with the faint aroma of grapes. That's right, as a bar, its original function is functioning normally -- the cellar of the bar is used to store all kinds of precious alcohol.
Then Bedivere saw King Arthur walking in front of him turning into a room at the corner of the corridor, presumably reaching his destination. The werewolf youth also hurriedly followed, but found himself plunged into a place like a different dimension.
The surrounding walls are pitch-black. Only in the center of the room are many shiny devices operating, illuminating all objects in the room except the walls, so that people will not walk in the dark in this room. . In short, the atmosphere here is very strange, there is an indescribable sense of strangeness. It took Bedivere about two seconds to figure out that the wall here was pasted with a "film", a shielding film formed by the [shady enchantment] that the outside world could not interfere with at all.
Wait. Bedivere had only seen Merlin, a high mage, use this high-end shady enchantment before. Those who can use this kind of enchantment, the cultivation base of the spell is estimated to be not low. What's more, the shady barrier was applied in such a large room, and it seemed that the shady barrier placed by the caster was not something that happened for a while. It had been open before Arthur and others came in, and it was estimated that more than It's been hours. Is there really no problem with casting such high-level magic all the time? It has been used for a long time beyond the range that normal people can bear. Normal people probably have long been petrified, right?
"Ah, here you are." Surrounded by the pile of glowing instruments in the center of the room, someone's voice sounded: "Staying in such a ghost place, my hearing and vision have become dull. If Knowing that the wise and powerful King Arthur of Great Britain is here in person, I should greet you at the door in person!"
"Hey, stop flattering, old fox." The King of Knights looked disgusted: "Shadow Brocker, I heard that you have the information I want? Since you said that you will never tell anyone other than the information. Anyone other than me, then I'm here in person. You can speak."
"Now?" However, the incomprehensible pile of equipment began to move, and behind the moving machine, a strange man sitting on a comfortable leather sofa finally revealed his true colors in front of King Arthur and Bedivere. He looked at Bedivere: "But there are still outsiders."
"This is Bedivere, my dear friend." King Arthur said: "He'll be tight-lipped about everything he hears, and he has nothing to do with Great Britain, so it doesn't affect your position."
"Humph, interesting. Orcs?" The shadow agent looked at the werewolf youth, and Bedivere stared at the mysterious shadow agent. The intelligence businessman's clothes were also extremely weird. He was almost wearing a dull, close-fitting leather jacket. The leather had even been specially treated to absorb light very well. Almost the whole body can melt into the darkness. Moreover, this strange man even covered his face with a leather hood, leaving only a respirator similar to a gas mask in his mouth. The wonderful feeling of speaking to the people who are here from afar.
"What's more interesting is that this person does not exist in this world?------Any country in the world does not have this person's nationality information, and can't find his entry and exit records?" Shadow Agent Just looking at it seems to be able to analyze the past and current situation of Bedivere. He talked about it eloquently: "The orcs all come from the wilderness, and it is really difficult to find the cards. But no matter how difficult the identity of an orc is to find, at least it should be It's good to keep records in each clan. This person is so innocent that he has no records at all, what's going on?"
Bedevier begins to panic. The more this shadow agent said, the more scared the werewolf youth became, as if everything about him could be analyzed directly and thoroughly by the other party. Fortunately, he is [a person who should not exist in this world], so his hole cards cannot be seen through by the opponent - at least temporarily.
"That's not the point." The King of Knights felt that the shadow agent's words were a little rude to Bedivere, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Anyway, Bedivere's identity is innocent, and he is my best friend. You don't have to doubt two points. Then you just need to say what you need to say clearly -- where is the swordsman Yake?"
"It's hidden in a corner of this big city, of course." The shadow agent said bluntly, "Three days ago, we arranged surveillance cameras in the city to capture the trace of Sword Saint Yake, although his figure was only Appearing on a street corner for a second and then disappearing immediately, but there is no doubt that the Sword Saint Ark is hiding in this big city. However——"
"However?"
" However, even excluding the floating population, the resident population of the city of Pretoria is at least 70 million people. To find a fugitive among the tens of millions of people, it is estimated that finding a needle in a haystack Do it."
"Because of this, I will come to you for help." The King of Knights urged: "You must have a way to narrow the search range, shadow agent?"
"This is indeed true." The mysterious shadow agent turned around and began to stare at his own computer screen and type on the keyboard: "The immigration management of African countries is very chaotic, everyone They all believed that the Sahara Desert blocked the entry and exit of the port, and the entry and exit were basically only relying on sand boats to enter and leave the port. Therefore, their mechanism for searching entry and exit personnel was concentrated in the port, but they forgot the possibility of crossing the desert on foot."
"Speak the point." The King of Knights looked a little impatient.
"The point is that Sword Saint Yake directly walked across the sand sea and slipped into the city by night." The shadow agent analyzed: "If he does this, he can simply bypass the immigration check. But there's a problem with doing this, you know, Your Majesty?"
"That's why I said that, let's talk about the main point." The King of Knights only felt very annoyed by the riddles given by the shadow agent.
"Huhuhu, let's not go around in circles." The shadow agent then said: "Simply put, in order to avoid the tracking of you Britons, Sword Saint Yake tried his best this time, relying on illegal immigration to enter. In this big city with a population of more than 10 million. As long as he continues to hide here, it is almost impossible to find him in the vast crowd.
But there's one thing he's miscalculated: Pretoria is currently in the midst of a trial run of an electronic national currency. All commercial activities here no longer accept cash transactions, but use Bitcoin, an electronic currency, for transactions. All South African nationals carry an electronic debit card with them, and consumers only need to swipe the card to pay, and the entry and exit are also temporarily given a similar debit card by the customs for payment. "
Hearing this, King Arthur couldn't help laughing: "Oh, the small card they gave me before was originally for this purpose. However, Uncle Yake entered illegally~IndoMTL.com~ and did not get that kind of debit card. It's really hard for him."
"Exactly." The shadow agent let out a vague sneer from the depths of his gas mask: "The current Sword Saint Yake is probably very depressed, he can't make any consumption in this city, As long as he starts to spend, he will get into trouble. No matter how much gold and silver jewelry he has that can be cashed, he can't use a penny in this electronic city."
"He could use the excuse of losing his ID and get a replacement debit card?" Bedivere couldn't help interjecting.
"That's the point—he can't do it." The shadow agent instantly refuted the werewolf youth's words: "A citizen of South Africa is another matter, but foreigners who want to renew their documents must Present a valid entry and exit certificate, leave fingerprints, take a clear head photo, and submit a valid temporary accommodation address. No matter which of these procedures, it will hit Yake's death hole. If he wants to apply for it If you have a debit card, you have to reveal your identity and hiding place. He can't do it."
"So, if Uncle Yake wants to survive in this city, the only way left is------"
"Find a coordinator who can use a debit card to help him spend. That's right." The shadow agent continued to analyze.