Monarch of Evernight: Forty-Nine Underground Trading

bsp;When the spider demon Viscount's aura is released, most wild beasts will avoid it. But if it is said that it only has this effect, it is not necessarily the case.

In the hands of experts skilled in concealment and assassination, a special scent can also be used to deceive and disguise. For example, it can be used together with the blinding technique to disguise itself as a powerful spider demon, confuse the perception of the strong people of the dark race, and sneak into certain sensitive areas quietly.

William glared at Qianye and refused to tell the truth.

He glanced at a room full of staggering werewolves and shouted: "Get up and clean up this place immediately. You have an hour!"

The werewolves got up from the ground one after another, endured the pain and began to work, and no one resisted anymore.

Until this moment, Qianye had never seen the domineering side of William, which made him feel very strange. The contrast between the majestic dark Earl in front of him and the foodie who is a werewolf but loves barbecue seems a bit big.

Immediately, William took Qianye to continue the unfinished journey. After passing through two portals, he walked into an empty small hall with no furniture and only a downward passage. At the end of the winding stairs was a tightly guarded door, and finally they entered a maze-like underground space.

This is a natural underground cave with several shops inside. It’s just that each shop has no signboard and only a few customers. However, Qianye felt a shiver in his heart when he discovered that there were almost no humans or dark races walking around here below level seven.

The underground cave was very quiet, people lowered their voices, and all conversations seemed to be in whispers. Occasionally, you would see a few people leaving in a hurry carrying cargo boxes. Qianye paid attention and found that the passage to the outside was not the only one where he came in.

William also lowered his voice and said to Qianye: "There will be some really good stuff here, and it will be easy to get rid of the things in your hands, and the sequelae will be relatively less. Now I will deal with the White Claw tribe. You can wander around for a while, and when you're done, tell the guards and they'll let you go, and you can go back along the passage."

Qianye felt a slight movement in his heart and asked: "Do you need my help?"

Things on the ground should not be better than this. The so-called Vampire weapons and Vampire aura were poor excuses. It is common sense that weapons seized from Vampires will carry the aura of the clan to which they belong, if the traces are not erased using special tools or techniques.

And Qianye's current bloodline latent ability no longer needs to be activated and is part of his daily state. He doesn't think that the young werewolf with no special skills will see through anything. So the whole thing is basically the White Claw tribe, who wants to lose face to William for unknown reasons.

William chuckled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "No, you are just a White Claw tribe elder. If I can't deal with it, I might as well hang out with you in the future!"

Qianye nodded. William probably didn’t want to expose the internal conflicts of the race to him too much. After William left, Qianye glanced at the shops in front of him and then walked in a random direction.

This natural trading hall functions as both a store and a warehouse. There are six stores in total, and each store is not very large. Among them, there is one vampire, werewolf, spider demon and demon descendant, but there are two human races.

After Qianye saw this layout, he understood that it was not a coincidence, but was based on the distribution of the major forces in the Tulip Market. The reason why the human race has two shops is not because they are more powerful than other races, but because the human race is the other party to the transaction, that's all.

Every one of the clerks in the store looked lazy and indifferent, and the items on the display shelves were lackluster. Even the demon's shop was empty. There wasn't even a decent product on the shelves. There were only two iron boxes containing ammunition thrown in the corner. They were covered with dust. They looked like they hadn't been touched for a long time. , I don’t know what kind of business it is.

Qianye walked around every store and chatted for a few times, but in the end, he was the only one left. What surprised him was that one of the two clan shops was an agent of the Zhao clan, while the force behind the other one was actually a rebel.

On the Western Continent, the Zhao clan and the rebels have been fighting for decades, with both sides fighting to the death. But in the secret trading hall of the gray city, agents from both sides live side by side, living in peace and doing their best to collect rare resources for their masters.

These six stores also have their own business focus. Generally, the goods of the dark race will be purchased at a better price from the human race. The empire-specific goods need to be sold to one of the four dark races.

So Qianye returned to Zhao Clan's shop and asked: "Will you accept the vampire equipment?"

Behind the counter was a pretty young woman. She gave Qianye a cold look and said, "Force guns below level 4, and melee weapons below level 3, there is no need to take them out."

Qianye took out the thorn sling and placed it on the counter.

The young woman's eyes suddenly widened. She picked up the thorn sling and looked at it over and over for a long time before carefully putting it down. When she looked at Qianye again, her gaze was so hot that it could melt steel.

She smiled charmingly and said softly: "I need to ask someone to identify it. Can you wait a moment?"

"Okay." Qianye nodded.

The young woman immediately asked Qianye to sit down and took out a tea tray from nowhere, with fragrant tea and attractive colored snacks on it, and then hurried into the back of the shop.

After a while, a short, fat old man came out. When he saw the short gun on the counter, he was startled for a moment. Then with a serious face, he took out a set of tools and began to examine it carefully.

Qianye just sat quietly and did not touch the refreshments.

The short and fat old man looked at it for more than ten minutes before he took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, cast a deep look at Qianye, and said: "The thorn sling is a fine product produced by the Byrne clan. It’s a gun with a story, and it won’t be left alone easily.”

Qianye said calmly without raising his head: "A gun is a gun, and a story is a story. As for the rest..." He smiled silently and said softly: "I thought that this deal Everything in the lobby has no origin.”

The short, fat old man's eyes narrowed, and then he nodded and said, "You are right. It's just that a gun with a story can increase the purchase price. So, what does the young master want?"

"Mithril, energy-level black crystal, and magic-breaking mithril bullets.".

A moment later, Qianye had a few more grams of mithril, a piece of energy-level black crystal, and three magic-breaking mithril bullets in his pocket.

Qianye walked into the Spider Demon's shop again and dumped a pile of equipment from Guinsoo Assassin on the table.

The spider demons are very interested in these human equipment, although Qianye doesn't understand why the spider demons with their huge size and strength would want such lightweight equipment. But the spider demons had what Qianye wanted, and they offered a pretty good price.

When Qianye left the spider demon shop, there was a small bag of crystal silk in his pocket. Spider crystal silk is produced in extremely low quantities and is one of the strongest materials known. A small piece of cloth woven from crystal silk is difficult to blast even with advanced force guns. It is the top inner armor material.

This kind of thing is a strategic material in the empire, but I didn't expect that it can be easily exchanged here.

Finally, Qianye walked into the demon shop and knocked on the counter.

The demon behind the counter was concentrating on carving a piece of crystal and said without raising his head: "What do you want?"

Qianye looked at the empty shelves and asked, "What do you have?"

The demon still didn't raise his head and said, "I have everything."

"Are there also black titanium annihilation bombs?"

Hearing this word, the demon finally raised his head and glanced at Qianye, "You actually want this thing? There is one in stock. Twenty blood crystals, no bargaining."

Qianye couldn't help but be surprised by this price. Black titanium annihilation bombs cannot exist in the general trading market of Evernight Continent, so this is the first time he has heard of its price. Twenty blood crystals can buy a second-hand level five gun.

However, black titanium annihilation bombs are the scarcest strategic material. Black titanium, a metal, is not produced in the empire at all. How the reserves in the military resource library come from is a top secret, and Qianye certainly doesn't know. If the people want it, the only way is to buy it from the dark race through underground channels.

Qianye thought for a while, then opened his backpack and counted out twenty blood crystals and placed them on the counter.

It was only then that the demon stood up lazily, picked up a piece of blood crystal and sniffed it, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "The goods from the Monroe clan are of good quality." He waved the blood crystal away. Sweeping it off the table, it was obvious that there was another mechanism underneath.

Qianye’s heart skipped a beat. If William had obtained these blood crystals recently, it meant that there were also people from the Monroe clan in the mountainous area of ​​the Forgotten Mountains. What on earth were the Blood Clan or the Eternal Night Council looking for? Is it really the Eye of True Sight that the voice in the dream said?

The demon turned the switch under the table, and the cabinet was separated from the middle. A lifting mechanical device held up a black magazine that was the size of a palm and was extremely exquisite in workmanship.

Qianye looked at the ordinary-looking counter and unexpectedly discovered that this big thing made of metal could move every seam and open or close with mechanical force to form multiple storage spaces. No wonder the shelves There is nothing on it.

Qianye took the magazine and opened the lid once, then closed it immediately. The metal itself, black titanium, is extremely lethal to life. Ordinary humans don't even need to touch it. Even if they are close, most of their vitality will be destroyed in a few hours and they will slowly die. Although he has a vampire physique, he still feels a slight pain on the surface of his skin.

Qianye is very satisfied with these gains. With two black titanium annihilation bombs in hand, even when encountering a human warrior, there is a high chance of severely damaging the opponent. Now that the Guinsou assassin has appeared, it is obvious that his final journey to the Zhao Clan will not be peaceful.

The only regret is that he does not have a weapon that can cause great damage to the dark warrior. The hand-made 'bullets' of the master in Dog Claw Town are quite powerful, but it is a pity that they have been used on Zaren. body. The mithril and black crystals that Qianye traded were just to see if there was a chance to find the 'master' to make a 'bullet' out of them when he returned.

Qianye returned to the werewolf stronghold along the passage he came from.

In just one hour, the messy shop floor was almost cleaned up, and even the holes in the walls were repaired. The werewolf shop assistants and guards all returned to their proper attitude of opening the door for business. At least on the surface, no one showed any hostility toward Qianye.

As soon as Qianye stepped out of the threshold of the small hall, a werewolf came up to him and said that William was waiting for him.

When he walked into a room on the west side of the second floor, William was looking at a map, thinking deeply.

Qianye glanced at the map. The terrain was very unfamiliar. Not only could he not see where he was, he couldn't even tell which continent he was on. Moreover, he had never seen most of the illustrations and labels before, so it was difficult to understand their meaning.

William frowned, obviously encountering a problem.