When the Nerubian Viscount's breath is released, most of the beasts will run away. But if it only has this effect, it is not entirely true.
In the hands of experts who are good at concealing assassinations, a special breath 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 nerubian, confuse the perception of the powerful dark race, and sneak into certain sensitive areas.
William glared at Qianye, but didn't say anything.
He glanced over a room full of werewolves staggering here and there, 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 started to work, and no one resisted.
Until this moment, Qianye hadn't seen William's tyrannical side, which made him feel very strange. There seems to be a big contrast between the majestic Earl of Darkness in front of him and the foodie who is a werewolf but loves barbecue.
Then William led Qianye to continue the unfinished journey. After passing through two portals, he walked into an empty small hall without any furniture inside, only a downward passage. At the end of the winding staircase was a heavily guarded door, and finally they entered a maze-like underground space.
This is a natural underground cave, and there are several shops in it. It's just that there is no signboard in each store, and there are very few customers. However, Qianye's heart shuddered, and he found that no matter whether humans or dark races walking around here, almost none of them were below the seventh level.
The underground cave was very quiet, people lowered their voices, and all the conversations seemed to be whispering, and occasionally a few people were seen carrying boxes and leaving in a hurry. Qianye paid attention, and found that the passage to the outside is not the only one he came in.
William also lowered his voice, and said to Qianye: "There will be some really good ones here, and the things in your hands are easy to get rid of, and the sequelae are relatively less. Now I will deal with the White Claw Tribe. You can do whatever you want." Walk around, and when you’re done, go through this door. Talk to the guards, and they’ll let you pass, and you can go back along the passage.”
Qianye's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Do you need my help?"
Things on the ground should not be so good. The so-called vampire weapons and vampire aura before are very incompetent excuses. If the weapons seized from vampires do not use special tools or techniques to wipe off the traces, they will carry the aura of the clan they belong to. This is common sense.
And Qianye's current bloodline latent ability no longer needs to be activated as part of his daily state, and he doesn't think that young werewolf with no special skills will see through anything. So the whole thing is basically the White Claw tribe trying to save William for unknown reasons.
William chuckled, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said, "No, you're just an elder of the White Claw tribe. 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 conflicts within the race to him too much. After William left, Qianye glanced at the shop in front of him, and walked in a random direction.
This natural trading hall functions as both a store and a warehouse. There are a total of six stores, and the facades of each store are not very large. Among them, there is one vampire, one werewolf, one nerubian and one devil, and two human races.
After Qianye saw this layout, he realized that it was not a coincidence, but it was based on the distribution of the major forces in the tulip market. The human race has two shops, not because they are stronger than other races, but the human race is the other party to the transaction, that's all.
The clerks in the store all looked lazy and indifferent, and the things on the display shelves were also lackluster. Even the shop of the demon was empty, there was not even a decent product on the shelves, only two iron boxes containing ammunition were thrown in the corner, the area was covered with dust, and it had not been touched for a long time I don't know what kind of business it is.
Qianye walked around every shop, chatted for a while, and in the end only the one with the demon descendant was left. To his surprise, one of the two family shops belonged to the agent of the Zhao Clan, while the forces behind the other were actually rebels.
On the west land, the Zhao Clan and the rebels have been fighting for decades, and both sides fought to the death. However, in the secret trading hall of the gray city, the agents of both parties live next to each other in peace and harmony, trying 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 have a better purchase price from the human race. And the goods unique to the empire need to be sold to one of the four dark races.
So Qianye went back to Zhao Clan's shop and asked, "Do you accept Blood Race equipment?"
Behind the counter was a good-looking young woman. She gave Qianye a cold look and said, "You don't need to take out the force gun below level four and the melee weapon below level three."
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 someone to come for an appraisal, can you wait a moment?"
"Yes." Qianye nodded.
The young woman courteously asked Qianye to sit down immediately, and found a tea tray out of nowhere, on which were placed fragrant tea and attractively colored snacks, and then hurried into the back of the shop.
A short while later, a short and 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 the complete set of tools and began to examine it carefully.
Qianye just sat quietly and didn't touch the refreshments.
The short and fat old man had been watching for more than ten minutes before he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, cast a deep look at Qianye, and said: "The fine product produced by the Byrne clan, the thorn sling, this is a A gun with a story will not be easily thrown away."
Without raising his head, Qianye said flatly: "A gun is a gun, and a story is a story. As for the others..." He smiled silently, and said softly: "I thought that the things in this trading hall had no history. .”
The short and fat old man's eyes were fixed, 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 bullet.".
A moment later, a few grams of mithril, a piece of energy-level black crystal, and three magic-breaking mithril bullets appeared in Qianye's pocket.
Qianye walked into the Nerubian's shop again, and dumped a bunch of equipment from the Guinsoo Assassin on the table.
The nerubians are very interested in these human equipment, although Qianye doesn't understand why the nerubians, who are both huge in size and strength, want such portable equipment. But the spider demons had what Qianye wanted, and they offered them a pretty good price.
When Qianye left the nerubian's shop, he had a small bag of crystal silk in his pocket. Nerubian silk has an extremely low yield and is one of the strongest materials known. A small piece of cloth woven with crystal silk is hard to break through with a high-end force gun, and it is the top inner armor material.
This kind of thing is a strategic material in the empire, but I didn't expect it to be easily exchanged here.
Finally, Qianye walked into the demon's shop and knocked on the counter.
The demon behind the counter was concentrating on carving a piece of crystal, without raising his head, he said, "What do you want?"
Qianye looked at the empty shelves and asked, "What do you have?"
The demon still didn't look up and said, "There is 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 being surprised at this price. Black titanium annihilation bullets cannot exist in the general trading market of the Eternal Night Continent, so this is the first time he has heard of its price. Twenty blood crystals can buy a second-hand level 5 gun.
However, the black titanium annihilation bomb is the most scarce strategic material, and black titanium is not produced in the empire at all. How the reserves in the military resource pool come from is a top secret, and of course Qianye doesn't know. And if the people want it, the only way is to buy it from the dark race through underground channels.
After thinking about it for a while, Qianye opened his backpack and counted out twenty blood crystals, and put them on the counter.
Only at this time did the demon stand up lazily, picked up a blood crystal and sniffed it, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, said: "The goods from the Monroe clan are of good quality." He waved the blood crystal off the table , obviously there are other agencies below.
Qianye's heart skipped a beat. If William had obtained these blood crystals recently, it meant that there were people from the Monroe Clan in the Forgotten Mountain Range. What was the Blood Clan or the Eternal Night Council looking for? Is it really the pupil of true seeing that the voice in the dream said
The demon turned the switch under the table, and the cabinet was separated from it, and a lift-type mechanical device held out a palm-sized black magazine with extremely exquisite workmanship.
Qianye looked at the plain-looking counter, and unexpectedly found that this big guy made of metal, every seam may be able to move, and it can be opened or closed by mechanical force to form multiple storage spaces. No.
Qianye took the magazine, only opened the lid for a glance, and then closed it immediately. The metal black titanium itself is extremely lethal to life. Ordinary human beings don't even need to touch it, even if they get close, most of their vitality will be destroyed and they will die slowly after a few hours. Although he has a blood physique, he still feels a dull pain on the surface of his skin.
Qianye is very satisfied with these gains. With two black titanium annihilation bombs in hand, even if you encounter a human warrior, you have a great chance to severely injure your opponent. Now that the Guisuo Assassin has appeared, it is clear that his final journey to Zhao Clan will not be peaceful.
The only regret is that he doesn't have a weapon that can cause great damage to the Dark Warrior. The "bullet" handmade by the master in Dog Claw Town is quite powerful, but it's a pity that it has already been used on Zalen. The Mithril and Heijing traded by Qianye was to see if there was a chance to find that "Master" to make another "bullet" on the return trip.
Qianye returned to the werewolf stronghold along the passage he had come from.
In just one hour, the originally messy pavement was almost cleaned up, and even the holes in the walls were repaired. The werewolf clerks and guards all resumed the attitude they should have when opening the door for business, at least no one showed hostility towards Qianye on the surface.
Just as Qianye stepped out of the threshold of the small hall, a werewolf greeted him, saying 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 and was silent.
Qianye glanced at the map, the terrain was very unfamiliar, not only couldn't tell where it was, but he couldn't even tell which continent it was on. Moreover, most of the icons and labels have never been seen before, so it is difficult to understand the meaning.
William frowned, obviously encountering a problem.