After leaving the 'sea and the waves', the goatee dressed as a Settar Wood Elf found a dark corner, and ripped off the goatee that was attached to his face, and the black-haired and blue-eyed Alien Wood Elf reappeared on the streets of Settar at night, and he tried to avoid any Settar native Wood Elves, and walked quickly back to the Senkaku cabin not far from Daimar's house.

On the sea of West Onenico opposite the city of Sertal City, the wind brought by the waves is always so fresh, after the sea breeze blows at night, the air in the Senkaku cabin is also much fresher, and the stench is gradually dissipated with the sea breeze. He stood on the eaves of his house, looking in the direction of the dense forests of the West Unocal Sea Beach—looking at the great mansion of the mysterious apothecary Demar.

He stood on the eaves and looked out over the great mansion of Daimar, whose hired men were apparently unaware of the darkness that was watching them in the night, and they were going in and out of the house from time to time, sometimes carrying a bag of fine sand and carrying it to the house, sometimes inspecting the dried herbs in the rattan baskets for the manufacture of potions, and at midnight when the star of Xiaoqiong hung overhead, these men finally began to change the guard, the wood of the changing guard

He was finally pleasantly surprised to find that there was only one strong man with this special red hair, his hair looked like a fire in the night, and it seemed that this red-haired man was the joint.

He continued to observe every detail quietly, except for the men on duty at night, the house seemed unusually deserted, until in the second half of the night, when even the wood elf soldiers on the treehouse of the sea watchtower began to doze off, and a few sneaky figures appeared on the lonely streets of Setar, they first walked around outside Damar's house, and from time to time looked at the wood elf soldiers on the tree house of the watchtower, after ascertaining the fact that these soldiers were asleep although their eyes were open, After a few words of interrogation in a low voice, the red-haired connector man led these sneaky people into the house, and estimated that in about a quarter or so, they walked out of Daimar's house again, and each of the wood elves had a happy and satisfied smile on their faces, and they met together in twos and threes, and quietly dispersed under the cover of night, and two of them walked mysteriously towards the street next to the Senkaku cabin.

"How many black dreams I bought this time. Hey, take it out and take a look. The black-haired and blue-eyed wood elf hid in the shadows, and he crouched on the eaves of the Senkaku cabin, holding his breath, his long pointed ears twitching slightly, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two wood elves walking slowly down the street.

"In short, we can make a lot of money. Shhhh Not even the slightest warning could escape the sensitive ears of the black-haired, blue-eyed wood elves.

"By the way, who was the person who entered the house with us just now? Do you know? By the darkness and the shadows cast by the large attic adjacent to the cabin, the two wood elves in the street were unaware that someone on the eaves was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Only Forrester knows. In short, they are all here to do business. The wood elf replied softly, making the dark-haired blue-eyed man who was eavesdropping on them secretly rejoice.

"Okay, let's use that one for ourselves here, it's comfortable." There were two swallowing voices and a few comfortable moans from under the Senkaku wooden house, "By the way, don't tell anyone else about this except the two of us, do you know what Dimar used to do?" This guy is an old assassin who doesn't blink an eye, and if we let a third person know where we trade, we will be killed by this old man, if not by the bastard Samarath. ”

"Father! This is your son - Liberas. The truth I've been searching for is finally coming to the surface. I've traveled all over Erwinnia, and I didn't expect the enemy to be so close at hand. Father! Unexpectedly, I ordered His Excellency Baron Sheffield to spy on Setar this time, and I accidentally found the traitor who murdered you—it was none other than your dearest comrade-in-arms who had murdered you with a ring of poison. "This black-haired, blue-eyed wood elf with a nose as high as a handsome mountain peak is the eldest son of the Moen family, an ancient nobleman in Sheffield. He leaned on the eaves and listened silently to the wood elves leaning against the corner of the cabin enjoying the beauty of dreams, "I hope there are no nightmares hidden under dreams." ”

To be on the safe side, Liberas Morn lurked for two nights in a row, until he understood all the necessary conditions to enter the Dimar Mansion, and he just waited quietly in the Senkaku cabin for the night of the third day. After careful disguise, Liberas was reflected in the only bronze mirror in the cabin, which lay flat on the bedfront, and had become an underground Sheffield trader, with two daggers stuck in the boots before going out. He blended in with the unscrupulous Wood Elves who had visited Demar's house late at night, and walked with them to the red-haired man, the traditional connector.

"New kid, who are you?" Beneath the red-haired man's fiery red hair was an abominable face, and his thief's eyes looked up and down the strange Wood Elf visitor.

"I'm a dream-seeker in the dark." The strange wood elf visitor in the eyes of the connector replied lightly.

"Oh, nice jargon. Sheffield is here? But I have never heard of any dealings with Sheffield. It seems that some people are not strict in their mouths. The redhead glanced around the other Wood Elf visitors, all of them avoiding the connector's glances, "The sun has no chance for us, and the star of Xiaoqiong leads the way." ”

"When night falls, we come." Liberas did not reply to the joint's question, but only whispered a code word.

"Silent Sheffil people, I like people who keep silent. Also, just in case, reach out your hand. "The connector demanded that Liberas do as he said in a commanding tone," spread out. ”

Liberas spread his hands expressionlessly under the gaze of everyone, and the calloused hands made the connector draw his scimitar, and the cold iron weapon was attached to Liberas's neck the moment Liberas spread his hands.

"What an interesting Assassin, did you come to Dimar's mansion to seek death? Your preparation before class is good, but it's not enough. Say, who instructed you to sneak in here. Don't give me nonsense. The connector grinned and threatened.

"I wonder why you have this reaction, what we do is how to make money, how to do things. Some businessmen are happy to manipulate their competitors behind the scenes, while others prefer to do the work themselves. I'm a frontier of Erwinia, and I hate to go around in a big circle to get my goals. If you don't put away your dick, don't blame me for crushing the eggs in your bag. Liberas sneered, he swept the warm 'pouch' on his right palm, and the connector glanced at his lips and obediently put away the scimitar.

"Count on you! Please. The Connector winked at the man beside him, and the Wood Elves, who had been visiting late at night, followed him into the mansion of Damar.

As soon as the connector pushed open the closed door of Daimard's mansion, a foul smell rushed towards them, and the others seemed to appreciate Liberas disguised as Sheffield's underground traders, and even took a deep breath of the stench.

"Our rookies don't seem to be used to this kind of taste." The connector winked at Liberas with a playful look on his face, "In the future, you'll love the smell, it's the smell of black dream herbs." This kind of good thing that makes people drunk and dreamy can only be refined in the herbs of this smell. ”

The antechamber of Demar's mansion was like a storeroom of sand and dried herbs, the pale yellow sand was scattered everywhere, the sacks full of sand piled up at the door looked like a wall built by the Trians, the cabinets in the corners and the wooden shelves fastened with iron nails on the walls were full of bottles and jars, and the hanging wooden poles on the rafters of the house were tied to all kinds of sun-dried herbs, and even the stinging spike grass was among them.

"It looks like a pagan lair." Liberas said lightly.

"The nature of the underground merchant is no different from that of a heretic, but don't expect the forest of Forrester to block the Grim Reaper's footsteps with trees at a critical moment." The connector laughed, he pushed open the door of the hall that connected to the antechamber, and the entire hall of Demar was finally revealed to everyone, "There are very few newcomers here, let alone come, you are undoubtedly a lucky fellow, but I have to remind you, like them, you only have a moment to buy what you want, and in a moment, I will come and tell you to get out of here, and Damar Reed does not like verbose visitors." And these herbs don't mess around. Beware of being stuck out by the connector.

The most conspicuous place in the hall, and where the bottles and cans are most concentrated, is a long low cabinet filled with various kinds of liquids and the residue of herbs that have been mashed into mud by the pestle. In front of the low cabinet was an old man with silver hair, dressed in a dark blue robe and his strange face, he turned around, and two or three nose hairs in his crooked nose ran out in loneliness, and he spread his hands to the visiting guests, and greeted them. Only then did Liberas notice that his hands were full of strange blood bubbles.

"My dear Lord Dimar, your guest for tonight has arrived. Sorry to bother you too early today, they arrived a little early. The connector tugged at the doorknob and bowed lightly to the rather incongruous-looking Damar Reed.

"It's none of your business. Go down, little red head. Although Damar Reed replied, his eyes kept scanning the group of late-night customers, until he saw Liberas, disguised as Sheffield's underground traders, his old eyes flashed with a strange light that was imperceptible, "Oh, little Morn, you finally found my head." ”

"Good eyesight, worthy of the veteran white-faced murderer Damar. You must know why I'm here. Liberas snorted, he shook his long straight black hair, and a puff of white air erupted from under the bridge of his tall nose, he pushed away the surrounding customers of Daimar, walked to the front of them, and took out the silver ring with four sea onyx from his bosom and threw it to Demar Reed, "The Son of the Blade came to you today for this. ”

"Oh, you seem to be a little weaker, so let me talk about this after I'm done with today's deal. I suggest you stay out of the way, this is my house, and I'll take care of everything. Including your life. Son of the Blade. "Demar Reed's smile can only be described as weird, and the strange face would even amaze the ghosts.