Chapter 1542: Dream Broken in Qiming (21)

"Bar?" Bediwell tilted his head to look at the storefront. This bar is a historic site in this big city, and the old stone buildings of this small bar are full of a unique historical charm compared to the dazzling high-rise buildings.

"What? Haven't you always gone to the bar since ancient times?" said King Arthur, jokingly, pushing open the door of the bar.

Bediwell gave King Arthur a blank look, too lazy to complain, and followed into the bar.

However, when he walked into the bar, thinking that he would be able to take a few sips, he was really blinded. Where is this bar, this is an Internet café. There were a lot of people sitting in various seats in the whole venue, most of them did not come to drink, but took out their laptops one by one to surf the Internet, and the keyboard was tapping non-stop. Occasionally, a few guys on the Internet drink a little alcoholic drink, and it's just some beer with a low degree of alcohol.

"What the hell. Bediwell couldn't help but complain. What's the deal with a bunch of young people gathering around this kind of ghost place in broad daylight to surf the Internet, and these people don't have jobs? Are they all idle?

"That's not the point. Arthur said with a smile, he seemed to know what Bediwell was wondering, "This is a hub for intelligence, and there are a lot of useful things to be found from the intelligence providers here. Don't say it, come with me. ＂

After saying that, the Knight King continued to walk towards the stairs of the bar, seemingly intending to enter the basement level of the building. It is also true that important intelligence transactions cannot be carried out in such a place, and the basement of this bar - or rather Internet café - seems to have the atmosphere of a dirty deal.

Bedwell followed, and along the way, he seemed to hear the whispers of the young people who were busy surfing the Internet. Ignoring the sneering voices, he stepped up the slightly dirty, sticky staircase toward the basement level of the bar. The further he went, the more his puppy's nose could smell a barrel of wood, mixed with a faint aroma of grapes. That's right, as a bar, it was supposed to function normally - the cellar of the bar was used to store all kinds of precious liquor.

Then Bediwell saw King Arthur, who was walking in front, turn around the corner of the corridor and enter a certain room, presumably reaching his destination. The werewolf youth also hurried in, only to find himself plunged headlong into a place that seemed to be another dimension.

The surrounding walls were pitch black, except for the center of the room, where there were many shiny instruments in operation, illuminating everything in the room except the walls, so that people would not walk in the dark. In short, the atmosphere here is very strange, and there is an indescribable sense of strangeness. It took him about two seconds for Bediwell to figure out that the walls here were covered with a "film", a shielding film formed by [Black Curtain Barrier], which was completely inaccessible to the outside world.

Wait a minute. Beddwell had only seen Merlin, a High Mage, use this high-end shady barrier before. For those who can use this kind of enchantment, the cultivation of spells is estimated to be not low. What's more, it was to apply the shady enchantment to such a large room, and it seemed that the shady enchantment put by the spellcaster was not a matter of time, it had been open until Arthur and the others came in, and it was estimated that it had been open for more than several hours. Is there really no problem with casting this kind of high-level magic all the time? It has been used for more time than a normal person can bear, and a normal person is probably petrified a long time ago, right?

"Ah, here you are. Surrounded by a pile of glowing instruments in the center of the room, a person's voice rang out: "I've been staying in this kind of place, and my hearing and vision are starting to dull." If I had known that His Majesty King Arthur of Great Britain would have come in person, I would have personally greeted you at the door!"

"Hmph, don't pat yourself on the back, old fox. The Knight King looked disgusted, "Shadow Brocker, I heard that you have the information I wanted, since you said that you would never tell anyone but me, then I came myself." You can talk. ＂

"Now?" But the inscrutable pile of instruments began to move, and behind the moving machine, a strange man sitting on a comfortable leather sofa finally revealed his true face in front of King Arthur and Bedeville. He looked at Bediwell: "But there are still outsiders. ＂

"This is Bedeville, my dear friend. King Arthur said, "He will keep his mouth shut about everything he hears, and he has nothing to do with Great Britain and does not affect your position." ＂

"Hmph, interesting. Orcs. The shadow agent looked at the werewolf youth, and Bediwell stared at the mysterious shadow agent. The intelligence businessman's outfit was also bizarre to the extreme, he was almost dressed in a dull close-fitting leather coat, and the leather was even specially treated to absorb light so well that when the strange man sat still, almost his whole body could melt into the darkness. Moreover, the strange man even covered his face with a leather hood, leaving only a respirator resembling a gas mask in his mouth, which made his pronunciation rather slurred, and his voice had the strange feeling of speaking to the people who were here from a great distance.

"What's even more interesting is that this man doesn't exist in this world?—there is no country in the world that has any information about this man's nationality, and there is no record of his entry and exit?" the shadow agent seemed to be able to analyze Bediwell's past and present with just looking at it, and he said with a joke: "The orcs are all from the wilderness, and the hole cards are really hard to find. But no matter how difficult it is to find the identity of an orc, at least there should be a record in each clan. This man is so innocent that he doesn't leave a record at all, what's going on?"

Bediwell began to panic. The more the shadow agent spoke, the more the werewolf youth was afraid, as if everything about him could be analyzed directly and thoroughly by the other party. Luckily, he's the one who shouldn't be in this world, so his cards can't be seen through by the other side - at least not for the time being.

"That's not the point, either. The Knight King felt that the Shadow Agent's words were a bit rude to Bediwell, so he hurriedly interrupted, "In short, Bediwell's identity is innocent, and he is my best friend. You don't need to doubt these two things. All you have to do is make it clear what needs to be said - where the hell is Ark Swordmaster?"

"Tucked away in a corner of this big city, of course. The shadow agent said bluntly, "Three days ago, we arranged for the surveillance camera in the city to capture the trace of the Sword Saint Ark, although his figure only appeared on the street corner for a second and disappeared immediately, but there is no doubt that the Sword Saint Ark is hiding in this big city." And yet—"

"And yet?"

"However, even if you don't take into account the floating population, the city of Pretoria has a permanent population of at least 70 million people. Trying to find a fugitive among tens of millions of people is probably a needle in a haystack. ＂

"That's why I'm here for your help. The Knight King then urged, "You must have a way to narrow the search, Shadow Agent?"

"It's true. The mysterious shadow agent turned around and began to stare at his own computer screen, typing on the keyboard: "The entry and exit management of African countries is very chaotic, everyone thinks that there is the Sahara Desert to block the entry, and the entry and exit can basically only be entered and exited by sand boats. So their mechanism for searching people entering and leaving the country is concentrated in the port, and they forget about the possibility of crossing the desert on foot. ＂

"Getting to the point. The Knight King looked a little impatient.

"The point is that the Sword Saint Ark walked directly through the sea of sand and slipped into the city in the night. The shadow agent analyzed: "If he does this, he can simply bypass the immigration inspection." But there's a problem with that, you know, Your Majesty?"

"So that's it, let's get to the point. "For the dumb riddle given by the shadow agent, the Knight King only felt annoyed.

"Huhuhu, okay, don't go around in circles. The shadow agent then said, "To put it simply, in order to avoid the tracking of you Britons, the Sword Saint Ark has tried his best this time to enter this big city with a population of more than 10 million by relying on illegal entry. As long as he continues to hide here, it is almost impossible to find him in the middle of nowhere.

But he miscalculated: Pretoria is currently in the midst of a trial operation of an electronic national currency. All business activities here no longer accept cash transactions, but use bitcoin - an electronic currency for transactions. All South African nationals carry an electronic charge card with them, and purchases can be paid by swiping the card, and immigration passengers are temporarily given a similar charge card by customs for payment. ＂

Hearing this, King Arthur couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, the little card they gave me earlier turned out to be used for this purpose." However, Uncle Ark entered the country illegally and did not get that kind of charge 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 Ark is probably very depressed, he can't make any consumption in this city, as long as he starts to consume, he will get into trouble." No matter how much gold, silver, and jewelry he carried with him, he couldn't use a penny in this digital city. ＂

"Can he use the excuse that he lost his documents and go get a replacement charge card?" Bedeville interjected.

That's the point -- he can't do it. The shadow agent instantly refuted the werewolf youth's words: "South African citizens are another matter, but foreigners who want to reapply for documents must present a valid entry and exit certificate, leave fingerprints, take a clear head photo, and also need to submit a valid temporary accommodation address." Either of these procedures will poke Ark's death hole. If he wants to get a replacement charge card, he must reveal his identity and hiding place. He couldn't. ＂

"So, the only way Uncle Ark is left to survive in this city is—"

"Find a collaborator who can use a charge card and help him spend. That's right. The shadow agent continued to analyze.