"Eh, did you hear? It seems that something happened in the slum last night!" said a small vendor mysteriously to a middle-aged man in front of his stall, who was his old acquaintance and had already dealt with him.

"I heard that, but isn't that hellish place where accidents happen often, what's the fuss!" the middle-aged man didn't seem interested in the matter, but focused on finding something good from the stall.

The vendor leaned into the middle-aged man's ear, looked around and saw that there was no one else, and then whispered.

"I've heard that someone is using black magic this time!"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, as if he was startled by the name.

"Is this true?" the middle-aged man nervously grasped the vendor's wrist, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe the news.

"It's true, I heard it's in the lower slums. Some people said that at least four or five people died there, and the scene was terrible, and I heard that their hands and feet were broken and hung from trees. The vendor swore an oath, revealing that I had an insider.

Dark magic has always been a taboo in the Radiant Empire, like an overlord flower that grows among beautiful flowers, emitting an unpleasant stench that can be smelled even from a long distance.

Black magic used to be a dark side of human history, and in primitive times, humans did everything to gain great power, even sacrificing the most precious things.

Dark magic is a form of magic that uses life force as a source of magic, but it is not only the caster's own life force that can be extracted.

In fact, most dark arts users will extract the life force of others to replenish themselves, which is the fundamental reason why this school of magic has been suppressed by other schools.

To this day, dark magic is a thing of the past, and even the most advanced magic teachers only know its origin and the process of its demise, and they do not know how it is performed.

But the black magic is constantly banned, and it is also something that everyone in the empire knows.

Black magic has an advantage that no other magic has, making it difficult to resist its temptation, and countless people know that this magic is actually overdrawing their own lives and the lives of others, but they still can't help but stretch out their hands to the bottomless abyss.

Because dark magic can make it possible for a person who cannot use magic, or who has low magical powers, to become a powerful magician.

And it's a possibility!

Dark magic is essentially the process of extracting, absorbing, and even releasing life force.

The talents vary from person to person, but compared to the uncontrollable things like natural magic, black magic, which can improve talent through repeated practice, is really irresistible and charming.

The Empire has always forbidden

The study and use of this kind of magic, and the resolute elimination of the possibility of black magic users in high positions in the Empire, so that black magic gradually faded from the people's sight.

But someone dares to use black magic in the imperial capital!

This is undoubtedly a provocation to the authority of the Radiant Imperial Family!

Middle-aged people can already imagine how much fire His Majesty will be at this time, and how strict the palace guards will conduct a search in the imperial capital.

Especially the poor fellows who live in that slum, it is estimated that it is impossible to come out without some strict interrogation.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and continued to ask the vendor, "Do you know where that place is in the slum?"

The vendor gave a flattering smile and slowly stretched out a hand.

The middle-aged man immediately understood what he wanted, took out three silver coins from his pocket, thought about it, and handed over only two of them.

The vendor looked excited when he saw the glittering silver color, and although the middle-aged man took one back, it was still a surefire deal to get two silver coins just by saying the name of a place.

"Wutong Lane, in the westernmost part of the slum, is rarely known to the general public, but those who are familiar with the road will turn out from one side of the alley and arrive at Xicheng District. "The vendors are still very businessmen, not only informing the location, but also giving information that most people will not know.

The middle-aged man nodded, indicating that he understood.

Although the price of two silver coins and one news is a bit uneconomical, he cares about this matter very much, so he can't care about these things at this moment.

......

"Rice buckets! Rice buckets! You are all a bunch of rice buckets! I am much more reliable than raising a demon dog than raising you!" the roar of the security officer captain resounded in the office, and even the birds outside were scared away by his loud voice, which showed his profound skills.

Standing in front of him were three earth-faced security officers, who happened to be the heads of the slums, and no one would pay attention to what happened in the slums, and there were some things that they couldn't control even if they knew.

But as long as it is related to black magic, even His Majesty the King will pay attention to it.

So when they knew about the Black Arts tragedy, they knew that they might end up as a security officer.

"Waste! What are you all doing to eat! When such a big thing happened, it was the last group to know! Do you know that when Lao Tzu was called over in the morning, he was buried for a long time! It's all because of your !!?"

The more the captain of the security officer spoke, the more angry he became, and he directly picked up a pen holder on the table and threw it at the three of them.

Several pens flew out of the pen holder and smashed into the bodies of the three men, but they did not even dare to dodge, and stood there fixedly

Village.

"What are you doing standing here, hurry up and protect the scene, do you still want me to teach you these things!" said the security officer captain with a foaming mouth. As for the reason why he didn't go to see it for himself, it can be seen from his bloated and fat figure alone.

Three hapless sheriffs rushed out of the office as if they were fleeing, and one of them didn't even dare to look back to pick up his shoes.

The captain of the security officer snorted coldly, and once again sank his fat body into the soft sofa, his brows furrowed.

It's just that what he's thinking about now is not how to find out the real culprit of this black magic incident, but thinking back to the conversation he had with his father who was the chief sheriff of Xicheng District in the morning.

"This time, Your Majesty is very concerned about this...... If there's anything wrong, I'll let you know this morning and let you take refuge in the south or northwest, so be ready. ”

The captain of the security guard grabbed the teacup on the table and hurriedly poured two sips, the tea running down his chin and collar and into his uniform, soaking a large area.

At this time, the expression of the captain of the security officer was not as vicious as before, but a little confused.

......

The black market, the largest place for intelligence trading.

It's a bar on the surface, but everyone who has the code is invited into a room, where someone will receive him alone and sell the news that circulates here.

At this time, in the highest-ranking room, a guy in an assassin's robe was sitting upright on a seat, his hood covering his entire head. When he didn't say anything, others couldn't even tell if he was a man or a woman.

There was a sudden noise at the door of the room, and a man dressed as a bartender pushed the door in, looking at the assassin-robed man sitting quietly on a wooden chair, and couldn't help but frown.

"This ...... Sir, aren't you going to take your hat off?" asked the bartender.

The assassin man replied coldly, "You don't have to identify yourself when you come here to buy news, right?"

The bartender smiled and said, "That's right. But you're here to sell news, so we still need to confirm your identity, otherwise we won't be able to judge the credibility of your news. ”

The man in the assassin robe was silent for a moment before slowly removing his hood.

The bartender's originally indifferent expression changed the moment he saw the man's face, and his facial muscles kept shaking, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Sith!you...... How could you still be alive!"

Underneath the hood is the face of an ordinary man, except that on the left side of his face, a trademark burn scar testifies to the man's identity.

Siscona, a guy known to everyone in the slums, he is a hero of the slums, a criminal in the imperial capital, and a nightmare for those who call themselves nobles.

He used to be a legend!