In short, after Cheese asked for a deal again, Shadow didn't refuse. Shadow lowered the glass he was wiping, and the bartender casually beckoned a drinker who had been sitting in the corner drinking.

"You, come and help me work for a while. I took this gentleman to see the boss. Shadow said.

The man walked to the bar in silence and stood silently in front of the shadow, obviously not the first time he had done such a thing. And the shadow, he walked out of the bar and walked towards the depths of the tavern with cheese. Sparrow naturally wanted to follow when he saw this, but was stopped by the man who had taken over the shadow. For a kid who doesn't even have the qualifications to drink here, he's nowhere near enough to be part of this deal.

"By the way, I'll say hi to you first. Our boss hasn't been in a good mood lately, and I hope you'll be a little polite when we meet. If you don't want to be punched into the wall and then picked out. Shadow walked up to the second floor of the tavern with Cheese, which was quite interesting. Because from the outside, the crimson blood tavern should not have a second floor, and the staircase leading to the second floor is also in a very inconspicuous place, if you don't go to find a room that would be mistaken for just leading to the first floor.

Interestingly, it seems that the person who built the building used a similar approach to what Roland had mentioned, and he cleverly created the illusion that the building had only one floor through the cascading roofs on the outside. Cheese thought so. But he also heard the words of the shadow.

"Why? he's been drinking to the point of flies lately?" said the mage casually.

"Shhhhhhh At the same time, the space behind the stairs climbed with the latter, and the second floor was much narrower than the first floor. Obviously, in order to create a deceptive visual effect, even the builders of this house could not make this hidden space as spacious as possible. However, it is meant to be hidden, so narrowness is not a problem.

"Here. The bartender led the mage to the only room on the second floor and said to the mage, "Listen, I think you're quite on the right track to tell you that our boss has been unhappy lately because the roads to Hammer and Montenegro have been blocked by the plague. The plague was moving so fast that many of our supplies and personnel were sealed inside before they could evacuate. That's all I can say, if you want to drink again, you really have to be careful when you go in. ”

Although he didn't quite understand the danger that Shadow had repeatedly emphasized, after all, Cheese thought that he was not a person who would be annoying. However, he still knew from the nervous look of the shadow that what the other party said was probably not false. Shoving a few coins from his cuff into Shadow's hand, Cheese tapped lightly on the door of the room.

Strange to say, Cheese didn't notice any fluctuations in mana, but the door opened on its own after the mage knocked on it. Looking through the door, the room itself is not very large, although it may only be because the door is too small for people to see the whole inside. But Cheese still saw that in the innermost part of the room, there was a wooden workbench, and a man dressed in black was lying on the workbench writing something. His face and figure were blurred by the lighting in the room.

The shadow gestured "good luck" to the mage and turned to go downstairs. He would stay near the stairs before Cheese walked down the stairs again or was carried downstairs to prevent anyone from disturbing the transaction. As for the mage, he was a little curious about the man known as "One-Eyed", after all, in this era, most of the hooligans or other people who are gangs on the streets are just gangs, and even those who control the underground trade in a city are mostly ugly people who are obsessed with power and succumb to violence. However, this man called "One-Eyed", Cheese felt the existence of an extremely self-disciplined order in the words and deeds of his subordinates. A bunch of killers and hooligans with a clear order and rules?

"Why, you dare to drink the wine of the shadows, but you dare not come near my room?" said the man lying on the desk as the mage pondered. His voice is so strange that you can't tell if it's a man or a woman, old or young. People who have never seen the market may be surprised by the peculiarity of this man's voice, but Cheese is well aware that this voice is mostly disguised with some simple magic item. And being able to get a prop that is really stained with magic is enough to make Cheese's evaluation of this "one-eyed" go to a higher level.

Tilting his head, the mage walked into the room. Upon entering this room, Cheese realizes that his previous judgment was correct, although the room does not look big from the outside, but when you actually walk inside, you will find that it is actually larger than you expected. At least enough to hide a few traps in your blind spot that could kill people.

"To be on the safe side, let me ask the rest of your guests how they react when they see these well-wound crossbow arrows next to the door. About three steps to the workbench, Cheese asked, turning his head to look at the crossbow arrows on the wall next to the door, pulled by the unidentified silk threads that reached into the wall.

"Well, a lot of reactions. The most interesting thing should be the Minister of Intelligence, the old guy who was greedy for life and afraid of death and only dared to send someone out to collect second-hand information, was so frightened that he almost urinated on the spot when he saw those crossbows. Ah, it's a shame I couldn't keep the look on his face at that time. Otherwise, you will definitely be able to hit him hard. One-Eye didn't look up, but continued Cheese's question.

"That's a shame. But I'm going to ask again, just to be on the safe side, how did he react when he saw these pegboards hanging from the ceiling? I'm talking about the ones that are hanging over my head right now. The mage looked up at the glittering iron nails on the ceiling and asked.

"He doesn't have the same good eyesight as you, and he didn't realize that he was actually in a trap until he left. Otherwise, he'd be scared to pee here, so I'd be glad he didn't find out. But in other words, how did you notice this mechanism? Your eyesight is very unusual?" said One-Eye, who finally lifted his head. Cheese finally understands why he is called One-Eyed, not that he is really a One-Eyed Dragon. Rather, the man wears a black mask for his entire face, with only a round ruby lens in his left eye.

"Well, you know. Night vision is not an advanced ability. There are a lot of people who can do it without that lens of yours. Cheese shrugged, standing in the trap of the other man, but he didn't mean to move.

"Interesting, looks like you know something about magic. One-Eyed said to Cheese with the red lens.

"I know a lot of things. But none of that has much to do with why I'm here. "The mage knew that the red gem lens on the other side was most likely not limited to night vision. However, he is not worried that an ordinary person who can only rely on external tools to get a glimpse of magic can see through his own reality.

"Tell me why you're here, and what do you want and what do you give?" One-Eye asked, leaning back into a large chair.

"No, no, no, don't talk to me in such a condescending manner. You don't understand that I'm here to help you, so that you don't fall into death without knowing it. lest you be a fool with those poor people downstairs. Cheese said, propping his hands on the workbench.