At the end of the eastern corridor of Rure, a young and lean man in civilian clothes pushed open the door of the night bar and walked in, he frowned at the empty bar and rang the bell at the door.

By the time the bartender came downstairs, the man was already sitting at the bar, pouring himself a glass of ale.

"Long time no see, man, you're still like this here."

"I said, after you changed careers, your appetite has grown, and you dare to dislike my territory." The bartender said as he jumped into the bar, took out a bottle of fine rum from the bottom of the cabinet, and poured two glasses.

There was obviously more than one alcohol in the bar, and the key was who it was.

With two fingers, the bartender pushed the wine over, and asked by the way, "How is it, are the guerrillas fun?" ”

"Okay, would you like to try it too?"

"Thanks, but I still want to be a freelancer."

Hearing the word, the visitor burst out laughing. Not long ago, he was also a 'freelancer', and he took on a lot of work from the guy in front of him named Shadow Thorn.

A glass of wine bottomed out, and Shadow Thorn took the initiative to provoke the topic. "Toby, why do you suddenly have time to come to Lulei to play."

"I came to you with a tricky commission." The guerrilla Tovar said, took out a document, and said solemnly: "I've been here for two days, and I haven't found any bullshit, only up to you, buddy." Use your connections to help me get some information, but you have to be very careful, I heard that if this matter leaks out, you may lose your head. ”

This is all the information obtained by the guerrillas in a short period of time after Cassius entrusted the matter of Duchamp's life and death to the guerrilla branch of the imperial capital in the form of an urgent commission.

"Interesting, kind of interesting." The Shadow Thorn danced as he read the commission and the information, the decadence on his face swept away, and he excitedly flicked the information with his fingers: "Look, campus, black magic, talent plunder, what an exciting combination of elements." It turns out that the guerrillas don't only do the tedious escort and the hard work of changing light bulbs, which is sometimes quite exciting! ”

Using his connections, Tovar obtained a more detailed information about the Red Moon Workshop from the Church. It is said that the power of all people in this organization comes from the red moon that appears from time to time in winter, and many people have the ability to cast shadow spells with their bare hands, or draw energy from the red moon to strengthen themselves**. As the name suggests, the main research direction of the workshop is also how to use the power of the red moon. In the Middle Ages, because this power was purple-black when it was released, and it was corrosive, it was considered an evil force, and people with this ability were also falsely accused of demons, and once discovered, they were surrounded and suppressed by governments and churches, and after hundreds of years of encirclement and suppression, people with this ability were extremely rare.

However, with the development of modern science, the shadow force has long been considered to be nothing more than a natural force. More than 100 years ago, the Church decreed that nations should prohibit such senseless massacres. However, some extremely harmful techniques, including dozens of kinds of talent plundering techniques, spirit summoning techniques, puppet techniques, etc., are expressly prohibited from being cultivated and used by the legislation of various countries, and once they are verified, they must be monitored for life, or even imprisoned.

As an expert in the long-term struggle against these outer doors, the Church is naturally more knowledgeable. This information even pointed out that resisting the erosion of this kind of shadow power is actually very simple, as long as the martial artist who has cultivated to the fifth order or above has mastered the introduction of Qiyao into the body and strengthened his body, he can begin to resist the shadow power, and the high-level fire spells can directly burn the shadow power, and the spell shield of the earth system can also resist the shadow power attack in the front, if the body has mastered the empty power, it is the nemesis of the shadow power.

Obviously, since the church has such a detailed record, the best-selling novel "Rossi of Akatsuki" is completely fictional, and it is likely that it was processed from the background of a period of dark history in the Middle Ages.

Shadow Thorn eyebrows fluttered through this rare piece of information, and when he turned the information to the end, he suddenly found a problem, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Why is there no entrustment money on the power of attorney?" ”

Tovar was well aware of this person's character, and he quickly explained: "This is a commission transferred by a respected senior in the association, and we did not collect the commission fee due to the public threat involved. ”

Shadowthorn tapped his finger against the piece of paper in displeasure and snarled, "This is a blatant violation of the rules of our business. Any idea why I don't want to be a guerrilla? It's because, as a freelancer, you have to have your own principles and ethics, you pay the money, I do the work, it's as simple as that. In doing so, you are upsetting the balance of this world. ”

"yes, then why do you look so excited, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and make a glass of exciting wine." Tovar was unimpressed, he knew the personality of his old friend.

Shadowthorn smiled meaninglessly, took out a set of cocktail glasses from the bar, took out five or six bottles of wine of different shades, and let the wine glasses jump at the speed of bullets in his hand, and even dance the afterimage.

Tovar stared at his glass expectantly, waiting to feast on it.

"Boom." A glass of dark-colored liquid is placed on the bar.

"What is this?" Tovar stared suspiciously at the red, cloudy lower part of the liquid and the suspiciously bubbly upper part of the glass.

"Demon graveyard, the most powerful cocktail, try it, it's best to drink it in one gulp."

Tovar did not heed the bartender's ill-intentioned advice, and he carefully took a sip of his glass.

"Ahem, wow, what does this taste like, how can those wines just now have such a disgusting taste?"

"Disgusting? Come on, you can't drink, man! As he spoke, he stood up, took his share, pressed his head up, drank most of the cup in one gulp, and demonstratively showed the cup to the guerrillas.

The young guerrilla had no choice but to swallow the cocktail with difficulty with all kinds of sensory stimulation.

"Bang bang." Shadowthorn clapped enthusiastically.

Tovar's face turned from white to blue, from blue to black, and he grabbed his chest sharply and shouted, "Give me a glass of cold water." No, it's too late! At the critical moment, he finally remembered what he was best at, and he struggled to grab the tactical guide hanging from his waist, gave himself a healing spell, and poured a large glass of cold water, which made him feel better.

Shadowthorn took the opportunity to clean up the bar. The poor guerrilla did not notice that his old friend had not touched the unidentified object that had been halfway floating on the top of the glass when he was drinking.

"Seriously, what do you want me to help you with?" The Shadow Thorn who succeeded in his ruse sat upright.

"I've been looking around the school for the past few days, but I haven't found anything. It's not okay to wait for the rabbit like this. You have to use your connections in Lulei to quietly check where Lulei was on January 5th, there was a gathering of twenty to thirty people, and maybe some clues could be found here. ”

"January 5th?" Shadowthorn suddenly remembered the power he occasionally felt at the door of his house that day.

"It seems to be a little strange! But with this clue alone, just the two of us, Lu Lei is so big, and it may not work if he breaks his leg. ”

"Not only that, but I've also asked someone for help, and they are experts at dealing with this mysterious power, maybe she can send us help." Tovar couldn't help but smile wistfully at the thought of someone.