On the second floor of the whole wheat bakery in Shiying Neighborhood, the room of the leader of the scavengers' union, the dim oil lamp illuminates the busy sound until midnight, when the entanglement of light and shadow makes the difference.

Aldrich put aside his blunt quill pen and carefully put away a stack of mechanical drawings drawn from the memories of his past life, as he grew older, the life that should have been forgotten in time gradually blurred, he must hurry up, or he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Slowly standing up, stretching comfortably, stretching his limbs with gentle movements, and the accumulated fatigue lessened, Tris left his desk and walked to the hardwood bed ten paces away, shedding his leather boots from a boring day, and untying the thin strip of cloth that bound the soles of his feet.

Reminded by Gorgau's words, Aldrich suddenly discovered that it was possible to make socks by knitting, and because of its simple and fast advantages, it must not be a problem to sell, and if it is operated well, it will form a new market.

He immediately got up and went to his desk, wrote down his ideas on yellowed papyrus, blew out the kerosene lamp, and went to bed again with memory and familiarity with the room, without even taking off his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

Aldrich knew that a strange visitor might take the liberty of visiting tonight and give the order to kill the undead servants who were in the corner as ornament armor, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.

The gnolls skeleton warriors brought out of the secret realm to the real world picked up the activated three-headed chain hammer, left the wooden support, and came to Tris's side, pale phosphorescent light flashing in the hollow orbital bones, like the eyes of undead minions.

The docklands, illuminated by countless lights and torches, flourished with the triumphant victory of the Customs Union, but this oily neighborhood is dominated by the rapidly rising scavenger unions, at least as a weight on the scales to maintain a superficial equilibrium.

Dozens of gangs, large and small, begged for a living here, and in order to fight for territory, the casualties caused by the long-lasting chaos, except for the large tax officer directly under the city hall, no one could sleep peacefully, until the head of the night patrol knight deputy chief, the extremely powerful Aldrich led the scavenger union to reshape the new order.

Because of his impartiality, never taking sides, and repeatedly participating in mediation and negotiations, President Triss has a reputation as a fair-minded person, and because he provides a new way to make a living in the gang, many low-level members who walk in the gray area can have a decent income and a stable job.

However, most of the gang leaders did not appreciate it, especially Aldrich, who was drafted to the North Sea, and they once abandoned their prejudices and tacitly joined forces to fight the scavenger union, but when President Triss returned with a rich military exploit and completed the gilding, the most staked gang leaders died one after another.

There is no shortage of smart people at the top of the Docklands Gang, although they know that the dead leader must be related to Aldrich, but there is no evidence to prove it, no one is willing to stand up for them based on empty words and speculation, especially when order and peace return to the docklands again, and many bigwigs with relevant interests are quite happy to see Tris's strength.

However, the War Bond Act was pushed by Aldridge himself, and although it was later taken over entirely by his House friend Anse Claire, he was unable to share in the unimaginable benefits of it, which drew much hatred to President Triss.

The top assassins in the underworld are not only bloodthirsty fangs and crows, but also greedy people who are willing to risk their lives for the sake of immediate gain.

A high-ranking member of the Brotherhood of Steel, lured by the promotion of the leader Got Fred, disguises his identity as a Black Knight and quietly travels through the sewers to the Whole Wheat Bakery in the Poetic Eagle Neighborhood as a Night Messenger walking on the bloody road.

Herus, who ranks third in the power sequence of the Brotherhood of Steel, uses anger as food and successfully condenses the heart of killing, hoping to fight with the Knights of Virtue, and use each other's sources of faith to collide fiercely, and break through their own boundaries with feedback, and become a Knight of Wands above the ordinary level.

Helus, who is not proficient in stealth, uses the lizard cloak to change colors at will and blend perfectly with the surrounding environment, quietly avoiding the union members on duty at night, and walks lightly and silently, reaching the second floor through the gap in the corner.

The union station, which was converted directly from a cargo warehouse, did not have all kinds of deadly traps, and Herlus did not know if President Triss was confident in his own strength, or if he was a fool who didn't know anything, but seeing that he could create a great business in a short period of time, there was no doubt that it was definitely not the latter.

With his ears pressed against the wall, the slight snoring continued to be heard, and Helus, knowing that his target had just fallen asleep, crouched in the dark corner of the hallway, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, and waited patiently until one o'clock in the morning.

The whole body trembled a few times, and quickly entered the battle state, Helus took off an eight-legged spider ornament from his chest, folded it smoothly according to the established plan, and suddenly turned into an unusually sharp black widow with a famous blade, according to the legend of the underworld, it is the sacrificial knife of the spider goddess in the old era - Rose Fang, the legendary weapon that only three survives in the world.

He gently lifted the latch of the door, pushed open a gap in the sideways passage, and quietly dodged in, a smug smile appeared on his cold and ruthless face, waiting for his eyes to adjust to it, and then observed his surroundings with the help of the dim light outside the window.

The armor in front of the bed surprised Herlus, but he just ignored it as a hobby for President Tris.

"It's too cheap to kill him like that, a knight of virtue. "The Killing Knight in the third place of the Iron Sequence suddenly felt mercy, which definitely did not bode well for the fallen who had broken their oath and stepped into the dark realm.

Dodging past the cold armor, the legendary weapon Black Widow trembled slightly, as if she was rejoicing in the imminent harvest of life, and the various unexpected anomalies made Herus's will loosen slightly, and his keen sense of danger made him stay in time for three points.

"Whew!" the armor that had been used as an ornament suddenly swung out a steel fist, so fast that even the killing knight was shocked, but the target was under the knife, and he would rather trade his wounds for the results.

"Boom!" Aldrich, who slept in and out of his clothes on the hardwood plank, turned sideways unexpectedly, and the fatal stab immediately missed, and then the iron fist that shattered the rock slammed into the right rib of Heluth.

"Crackling...... Crackling" made a crisp sound, if it weren't for the swamp crocodile's thorny skin tanned armor, this iron fist would definitely have cost him half his life, but the injury from the broken two ribs was not light, and if it weren't for the iron will, he would have let out a cry of pain.

"Hmm!" Herlus snorted, crouching down to avoid the fearsome foe in armor but without the breath of the living, and the legendary weapon Black Widow continued to slash at the target, causing President Triss to roll directly out of bed.

"Damn! He hadn't slept at all, he had already set a trap here for me to jump in and be fooled. With a thousand twists and turns, Herlus immediately gave up his goal and turned his head to deal with an enemy who was tightly wrapped in armor and was definitely not inferior to his own strength.

"Khoosh!" the legendary weapon, Black Widow, dodged a stiff straight punch, the sharp tip of which sliced into butter like a red-hot knife, splitting the unusually thick arm in half.

"Ding!" Aldrich's undead servant's left hand snapped off at elbow, and the terrifying legendary weapon devoured the dry bones containing negative energy on the spot, leaving only the empty arm armor cut into two pieces.

There were no scenes of flesh and blood, no mournful screams, just empty shell-like armor, the second-ranked Brotherhood of Steel in the underworld, and the slaying knight Helus suddenly remembered some ancient legend.

"Animate the armor!"

Unexpectedly discovering the secret of President Triss, the Assassin from the underworld immediately turned and fled, increasing his speed to the fastest speed, and even the activated three-headed chain hammer was worthy of passing Hlous.

The sound of the broken windows alarming the union members who were on duty at night, but when they arrived at the president's room, they saw Aldrich standing in front of the shard-filled windows, staring at the dimly lit street.

Tris turned his head and whispered, "It's nothing! a thief with no eyes, scared away by me." ”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and most of them returned to their respective posts, leaving two quick companions to clean up the aftermath, Aldrich did not step forward to help, but picked up the fragments of arm armor that had fallen in front of the bed, and reached out to caress the neat and smooth cracks, revealing thoughtful curiosity.

The Gnoll Skeleton Soldier had already returned to its place, and the loss of an arm was not much harm to the undead, but the negative energy extracted by the legendary weapon Black Widow reduced its vitality slightly, but the form of the dead was not destroyed.

Golgaard, a professional who then heard the news, apparently assumed the position of the chief steward of the scavengers' union, and even if he had only a little power in his hands, many members of the union were close to him, and immediately after such a big incident, he was informed of it.

"Plans are going on as usual. As the leader of the scavengers' union that occupies the sewers and monopolizes the docks, there are many people in Eastwood who want to kill me, but unfortunately no one succeeds. Rest assured, this kind of thing will be common in the future. ”

He gently patted the old man on the shoulder, and the union housekeeper nodded in relief, then turned to leave, and before leaving, he instructed the two union members who were responsible for cleaning the scene to block the leaky broken window with a hardwood wardrobe.

An unexpected assassination storm subsided, and Aldrich slept peacefully until the next morning.

Exercising alone in the wasteland behind a whole-wheat bakery, starting from the most basic infantry stance, practicing all kinds of knightly skills, exerting physical strength to the limit, breathing like a bellows of iron, sweat rolling down, and swaying as rain on your hands.

The early risers of the Guild used to come here to practice the martial arts taught by Tris, but when they saw Aldrich, who was at the peak of the knighthood, fully engaged in the practice, they couldn't help but stop and watch his every move intently, as if they wanted to secretly learn a trick and a half from it.

The abundance of faith is unimaginable, but the key breakthrough has not yet arrived, Aldrich can't help but be a little curious, trying to find the boundary with hard work, but unfortunately looking too deliberately, but nothing has been obtained.

Tris slowly withdrew his hand and stopped practicing, as the hot smoke of steam rushed out from all parts of his body, spreading outward like ripples of heat, all of which made many union members lose their mouths in surprise.

When the sweat had completely subsided, Aldrich went into the shower, took off his underwear, and rinsed his body under the warm boiling water.

Changing into his new civilian clothes, Triss went to the union cafeteria, where he was greeted with a large bowl of cooked wheat porridge and a large chunk of freshly baked butter bread.

After munching on a simple breakfast, Aldrich reached out to a clever union member and told him to go to the auditorium of City Hall to keep an eye on the hottest war bond bill of the moment. The young man had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, grabbed the ticket for the observer seat and immediately rushed out of the door, causing many people to laugh and scold.

"Maybe one night is not enough time to reach a backroom deal with equal interests, and it is not a good thing that the camp led by Anse Claire and the opposition, not to be outdone, will continue to fight. Maybe I'll have to persuade my House friends to cede some of their interests, and a position on the sales committee should touch the hearts of many people. ”

Sorting through the clutter of his thoughts, Tris decided to put off for two days, and now he was most concerned about the new business of the scavenger union, and Gorgau had already gathered the manpower to build a rough framework.

With enough materials, a veteran blacksmith could make two iron rivets in half a minute, and Gorgau was satisfied, but Aldrich couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's time for handmade production to retire from the stage of history, and large-scale machine production is the only way out. ”