This kind of tavern in the deep alley is generally for regular customers and some special guests, and the business is certainly not as good as those built on some main street or residential settlement, but when it comes to earning power, it is not inferior at all.

Only a small percentage of their income comes from the sale of alcohol.

Ibaka walked into the tavern, there were not many people in the tavern, only four tables were made scattered, and on the stage on one side of the tavern, a long and lazy dark elf, lazily leaning on the side of the stage, lazily plucking a harp.

Ibaka had heard the song, and it was supposed to have lyrics to be sung, but it was clear that the dark elf was too lazy and simply omitted the singing part.

Ibaka didn't care, he wasn't here to listen to the songs.

Walked straight to the bar, curled a finger, and tapped the bar.

There was also a dark elf in the bar, he was even more lazy than the one outside, the one outside was at least still playing, and he closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

The knocking sound was not loud, but it succeeded in waking him up, he opened his eyes, looked at Ibaka outside the bar, and said in a misty voice: "On the bar is all the wine we have here, the price is marked on the barrel, please feel free if you need to, besides, it's best not to think about stealing wine, you won't want to know the consequences." ”

After saying that, this guy actually closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Ibaka shrugged and said to herself, "It's exactly what the man said," but instead of leaving, he bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the bar again.

Knocking is a general description, and in reality, Ibaka does just that.

The first time he struck, he used the index finger of his right hand, and he struck three times, and the speed was average, but the second time he struck, he changed to the tail finger of his left hand, which was also three times, but it was faster than the other.

The man at the bar opened his eyes again, but this time it was different, his eyes opened suddenly, and a glimmer of light shot out of them, staring at Ibaka deadly, and he couldn't see any of his previous lazy sleepiness.

After a while, he spoke again, "It's a new face, it's been a long time since there have been new faces here." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and staggered out of the bar towards an inconspicuous corner of the bar.

There was nothing there, but Ibaka didn't ask, and followed.

Seeing the man come out of the bar, the four tables were a little surprised, and they couldn't help but look at Ibaka with their eyes, and then returned to their previous posture, each sipping wine and listening to the lazy music.

The man walked into the corner, turned to Ibaka, and said, "Hold up, friend." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw him leaning against the wall in the corner, and the whole person fell directly into the wall and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ibaka did the same, leaning against the wall, but he was stunned, and the wall did not sink in as he imagined, but just like a normal wall.

Just when he was surprised, he felt empty behind him!

When he controlled his body, he was surprised to find that he had arrived in another dimension.

The man had obviously expected Ibaka's expression, and a slight mocking smile flashed across his face, and he said, "Let's go." ”

It was a hallway, diagonally downward, and according to the direction, it should lead to the underground, and after a few minutes of walking, a door finally appeared in front of me.

The man stopped at the door and said, "Turn right after entering, follow the third door and enter, and this is the person you are looking for." ”

Ibaka looked at him, and saw that he had no intention of entering, and without asking any more questions, he flicked a golden lion towards the man, and he himself walked through the door.

The man was not polite, took the golden lion and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his chest, and whispered with a smile: "It's an acquaintance." ”

After saying that, he turned around, but left through another secret door that was also on the wall.

Inside the door, there are three corridors to the front and to the left and right, and on both sides of the corridor are one door after another. In total, there are more than a dozen fans.

Ibaka couldn't help but take a breath, he used to be a spy when he was under the mother of Isis, but unfortunately his strength was really average, and he was finally brushed off and entered the ordinary army.

At this time, looking at these doors, he immediately understood that this place was actually a large-scale information secondary station.

Each door here represents a faction, some of which are pure information agencies, specializing in the buying and selling of information, while others are information agencies of family power.

Even the information agency of the local ruler such as the Wall family has only set up a branch here, and has not destroyed such a place, which is enough to show the great strength of the owner here.

Ibaka did as the man said, turned to the right honestly, and walked inside, not daring to make the slightest superfluous move.

Don't look at the fact that there is no one here, but Ibaka is sure that if he does something wrong, someone far beyond his strength will immediately appear to deal with him.

If they don't even have this level, how can these intelligence forces choose to settle here?

The corridor was not long, and Ibaka soon reached the third door, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but the door had already opened automatically, and Ibaka looked up, but saw a screen that completely blocked the inside.

Stepping inside, the door closed behind him, and Ibaka turned the screen and finally saw someone—the person he was looking for.

It was a female dark elf, scantily clad and tattooed on her right hand, and from her elbow, a blood-red serpent snaked up to her neck, and the letter that the serpent spat out was even more flamboyant on that otherwise rather flamboyant face.

She sat behind the only desk in the room, playing with a glittering dagger with the tip of the dagger pointed at Ibaka, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Ibaka was looking at her, and she was looking at Ibaka as she asked, "What are you here for? buy or sell news, report crimes, or have some other purpose?"

Ibaka didn't talk nonsense, and under the guarded gaze of the other party, he went straight to the top and put one thing on the table.

She didn't look at the thing for the first time, but continued to look at Ibaka until Ibaka took three steps back, and then she moved her gaze.

At this glance, I can't take my eyes off it.

"Master's trinkets!" Not only did she not take her eyes off it, but she cried out even more, and the next moment, she had already taken the thing in her hand, and at the same time, the man burst out from behind the table, and the dagger was directly on Ibaka's neck.

"Say, what the hell are you here for, why do you have this!" she asked in a deep voice, as if Ibaka would stab if she didn't answer her expectations!

Ibaka just shrugged his shoulders.