Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 232 “Live Broadcast”

　　Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the darkened walls of the city.

　　Derek Berg stood outside the gateway with nearly a dozen of his teammates, carrying a leather pouch and a Hurricane Axe.

　　Looking up, he saw that the black soil between the cracks in the wall was dry and crumbly, but there were clumps of hardy weeds, as thin and wispy as human hair.

　　It was at this moment that he heard light footsteps, and busied himself in withdrawing his eyes and looking toward the gates.

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

　　Immediately after, his pale and messy hair, his dark eyes, his deep and twisted old scars, his unchanging brown coat and flaxen shirt, were reflected in the eyes of Derek and the others one after another.

　　The person who came was the chief of Silver City’s “Council of Six”, Colin Iliad, a powerful “Demon Hunter”.

　　After Derek greeted him, he subconsciously cast his eyes on the chief’s waist, where there was a belt divided into many compartments, each of which contained different vials made of metal.

　　This was a sign of the experience and power of a Demon Hunter.

　　Derek had heard his parents mention before that “Demon Hunters” were good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, recognizing the uses of various materials, and in their unique meditation mode, they could make magical potions, holy ointments, essential oils, and special seals for the former and the latter, and then, through taking, applying, and using these items, they could achieve the effect of restraining the target. the effect of the target.

　　In a sense, the experienced, knowledgeable, well-prepared, and responsive “Demon Hunters” are the nemesis of most monsters, and the number and types of metal vials on their belts represent their “experience”.

　　Of course, these are only some of the extraordinary abilities possessed by “Demon Hunters”, and they cannot be called “Demigods” or “Saints” with these abilities alone.

　　Colin looked around the room to make sure that all the team members had arrived, and then spoke in a low voice:

　　”Light the lamps and set off.”

　　The two members of the team immediately lit the candles inside the lanterns, letting the dim yellow light shine out through the extremely thin leather in a haze.

　　In the “daytime” when the lightning frequency was high, there was no need to use candles in Silver City, because every two to three seconds, there was “light”, and the surrounding monsters had already been cleared over and over again, but once they left Silver City and entered the depths of darkness, they had to keep candles on at all times, otherwise, as soon as they left Silver City and entered the depths of darkness, they had to keep candles on at all times, otherwise, as soon as they left Silver City, they had to keep candles on at all times. But once you leave Silver City and enter the depths of darkness, you must always have candlelight, otherwise, as long as the lightning did not follow at a certain stage, resulting in more than five seconds of no light environment, then the team will most likely encounter some monster attack.

　　The fierce battle wasn’t the most frightening development, what stuck in Derek’s mind was a story his parents had told.

　　On a certain occasion, when they were exploring the depths of darkness, the candles were not replaced in time because of the previous stage of the battle with the wave of corrupted walkers, and so they had to endure a deep, claustrophobic darkness for up to eight seconds, and when the lightning reappeared and the candlelight resurfaced, they were shocked to see that there were only five of their original eight teammates left, and that the other three had disappeared without a sound or a trace, unknowingly, and had not appeared again ever since.

　　Taking a breath, Derek gripped his Hurricane Axe and walked in the center of the group, following the chief in the intended direction.

　　A flash of lightning made the plains filled with long black grass look like an eerie painting.

　　The exploration team, consisting of 10 extraordinary people, walked on the path filled with jagged gravel and went deeper into the patch of black grass.

　　The lightning subsided and the dense darkness instantly rolled back, nearly swallowing them completely.

　　Dim candlelight pierced through the leather, faintly, shakily holding fast to the area around them.

　　……

　　East End, inside the greasy, cheap café.

　　Klein found the old Kohler, who was spreading margarine on his toast, as he had agreed to do earlier.

　　He glanced at the crumpled cigarettes the other man had laid out on the table and let out a laugh:

　　”New?”

　　”No, old ones, never smoked them again, but always carry them with me, take them out and sniff them once in a while, huh, it’ll remind me of that wandering life, when I really thought I might die at any moment.” Old Kohler’s tone was slightly afterthought.

　　Klein took out the 20 Soule change he had changed in advance and pushed it to the other party while sitting down:

　　”I’m satisfied with the intelligence from last time.”

　　Not waiting for Old Kohler to be modest, he twisted his head to look at the counter:

　　”A loaf of oatmeal bread, two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a beef stew with potatoes, and one penny for tea.”

　　”Mr. Moriarty, you didn’t have dinner yesterday?” Old Kohler froze for a moment as he took the bill.

　　Klein shook his head and laughed:

　　”I’m going to be so busy for the rest of the day that I might not have time for lunch.”

　　He was going to pretend he was active and serious; after all, he had taken a hundred pounds of Prince Edzak’s funds.

　　Without asking any more questions, old Kohler tucked the bill into his coat pocket as he looked around warily.

　　”The thing you asked me to enquire about last time has come to fruition, the bounty on Aztec Aegis comes from several gangsters and certain intelligence peddlers, well, I don’t know who commissioned them, and it’s difficult to contact them.”

　　MI9 well …… Klein nodded:

　　”Enough, no need to go any deeper, that’s too dangerous.”

　　Old Kohler sighed in relief and turned to say:

　　”Two days ago, someone saw the guy suspected to be Aztec Aegis in the cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street, and it was said to be basically the same as the photo on the reward list.”

　　…… Crane’s heart fluttered, and he smiled instead of being surprised:

　　”And then what? Was I just about ready to fight for this bounty and it was over?”

　　”And then? With the clues, quite a few bounty hunters quickly rushed over, but found nothing, uh, they said that there were traces of a fight in that room.” Old Kohler tried to recall the information he had gathered.

　　Intelligence will definitely be given to MI9 first …… This is Mr. Aztec and they had a secret fight? I wonder what the outcome …… Klein glanced at his boss, who had come over with a dinner plate, and said to the old Kohler in mock contemplation:

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

　　At this time, it was already past breakfast time in the Eastern District, and there were very few customers in the cheap café.

　　”Good.” Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.

　　”Sixteen and two-tenths pennies in total.” The boss put the breakfast Klein wanted on the table, there was not much beef in the potatoes, but it was stewed, it looked like it was prepared in advance, and the strong aroma tickled Old Kohler so much that he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

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

　　”Go on.”

　　”There are no longer many people looking for the believers of the Fool, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters …… Quite a few unemployed female textile workers, including some male workers, left the East Side ……” Old Kohler spoke in a single line.

　　”What?” Klein swallowed the beef and raised his head, “Left the East End?”

　　”I think he found another job, exactly where he went, I couldn’t inquire.” Old Kohler answered truthfully.

　　”Their families don’t know?” Klein pressed.

　　”Some left with unemployed family members, others had no family themselves and came to Birkeland from out of town looking for work.” Old Kohler had done a certain amount of research long ago.

　　Judging from the choice of objects, there is something wrong with this matter ah …… Klein made a note of it first, and continued to listen to Old Kohler’s account of what had happened in the East End during this period of time while he ate.

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

　　”Go to Golden Cloak Street.”

　　……

　　Inside the only cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street.

　　After the owner collected the tuppence fee, he led Klein and Old Kohler towards the room suspected to have been occupied by the man of Azk Aegis.

　　”A lot of bounty hunters come in these days, and hey, it makes me a lot of money, so it’s all kept the same.” The owner opened the door to the room with a key and pointed inside.

　　Klein glanced over and saw fallen chairs and rags scattered everywhere, other than that, there were no other signs of a fight.

　　With the aid of considerable inspiration, Klein cast his eyes under the bed.

　　Gazing at it for two seconds, he walked over to it, bent down and tapped the bed.

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

　　It looked normal, no problems, but the color of its aura was nothing but black and green in Klein’s aura vision.

　　The rat turned a corner and climbed up the wall, leaving its abdomen exposed to Klein’s eyes.

　　The soft area was green with blood and pus, and you could see the same rotting innards directly inside.

　　Klein withdrew his eyes thoughtfully and addressed the old Kohler, who was completely oblivious to the rat:

　　”Has the bounty on Aztec Aegis been withdrawn?”

　　”No.” Old Kohler shook his head affirmatively.

　　Crane scrutinized it again and stepped outside:

　　”Let’s go, there’s nothing of value to be found.”

　　……

　　15 Minsk Street.

　　After a “busy” day outside, Klein lay down under the covers early and entered the dream world.

　　As the sometimes continuous and sometimes fragmentary fragments floated by, Klein suddenly woke up and realized that he was dreaming.

　　There are forces invading my dream world …… Klein maintained the state of disorientation he had just been in, and unconsciously surveyed his surroundings.

　　He realized that he was in the countryside, filled with fertile fields.

　　A river ran from a distance and curved around a cliff in front of him.

　　One side of that cliff was bare, showing pure white rock, and from a distance it had an unusually holy beauty.

　　At the bay of the river, nearly a score of men and women with various wares, and clad in black coats or dark jackets, surrounded a concealed underground entrance, and among them was an acquaintance of Klein’s, Iconser Bernard ref.

　　White Cliffs …… Stretford Creek Bay …… Mechanical Heart …… They are exploring the tombs of the Amon family now? But why is there a scene in my dream? Klein was puzzled for a moment.

　　Just then, he saw watery light floating on the surface of the river, quickly outlining a line of white words:

　　”Your loyal servant Arodes reports to you on the quest.”

　　…… Klein’s mouth opened slightly, briefly actually unable to speak, while a voice echoed in his head:

　　What do you think you’re doing with a good mirror two-fifty?