Late at night, Yang Jian held a volume of "Arad Naturalism" in his hand, drank a cup of tea, and wrote under the lamp.

The flickering flame of the tallow lamp was beating uneasily, and he was also a little careless.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blew and poured into the barracks, making people feel a slight chill.

The lights went out inadvertently, and Yang Jian turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window, the sky is dotted with stars.

What a poetic night, he remembered the night when he was in the sky and the beast was wonderful.

The lingering, the tears, are like a dream.

Turning his head, Yang Jian suddenly saw a tall figure standing in front of him, like a high mountain.

His face is an eternal vicissitudes of life, reminiscent of the 10,000-year-old glaciers in the snowy region of Ston.

"Beau... Lord Boken".

Yang Jian was a little surprised.

"Captain Yang Jian", Boken signaled with one hand that he didn't need to be polite.

"You and I are working together, and we have something to say", he was slightly moved on his face.

"I have a batch of weapons and equipment that I want to sell in the name of the royal family."

Yang Jian knew that he couldn't hide Boken's eyeliner, so he told the truth.

"Yang Jian", Boken looked at him, his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

"We are all doing things for the Empire, and in all fairness, we should not seek personal gain."

"But," he said.

"Aren't all people living in the world for themselves?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be able to achieve a win-win situation for yourself and the Empire?" , Yang Jian struck while the iron was hot.

"Queen Skady will definitely know about it," Boken said provocatively.

"But," he paused.

"She'll acquiesce, too."

"After all, you are now representing the core interests of the Empire", Boken stared at Yang Jian.

This sentence was like a final word, making the stone hanging in Yang Jian's heart fall to the ground.

"Lord Boken, old rules, your share must be indispensable."

Yang Jian now has confidence.

"You can rest assured that I will do something", Boken held out a hand.

Yang Jian took a space storage ring from his hand and solemnly handed it to Boken.

This ring weighs only a few grams, but it contains hundreds of inheritance weapons and equipment, which can be described as priceless.

Boken carefully placed the ring in his pocket.

"Your trip to the Dark City is a dangerous one. When you get there, it's even more murderous and dangerous."

Boken looked at Yang Jian solemnly.

"You have to be prepared for anything that may be bad."

"I'm not afraid", Yang Jian's eyes flashed with boldness.

"Hmm", there was also a look of approval in Boken's eyes.

"I don't have much more to help you with, you can take a ride down the mountain."

"So that you and your partners can avoid rolling down the hill",

He had a rare touch of humor.

"I have a dark elf friend named Krent, and he has a two-legged wyvern who can carry you down the mountain."

With that, Boken turned around.

"Lord Boken", Yang Jian hesitated for a moment.

"Then please".

Boken didn't reply, and a fresh breeze poured in through the barracks window, and he disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jian looked in the direction Boken had left, thoughtful.

The butter lamp was lit again, and the tea was still there.

At this moment, the night is as cold as water, and those who have a heart have no sleep.