The dawn of Hemtika came later than usual.

Perhaps for most people, the slight changes in the alternation of day and night have nothing to do with themselves, but Amy, who has the blood of the glory of the ancestors flowing in her body, has no one to describe the heaviness and anguish in her heart when she looks at the bright sky in front of her—since the tide of chaos has flooded the Great Wall of Eternal Night, with the spread of the fog of the Nameless, everything that exists based on the law of order has been annihilated, and in the thick fog like substance, there is only the deepest darkness.

Even the so-called eternal dawn sun was not spared.

- The world has lost its light.

Along with the loss of warmth, happiness, and hope.

Trapped in darkness, human beings sacrifice the fire with the blood of glory, and reconstruct the sun, moon, rivers and mountains in the narrow world with the great power left by their ancestors.

This has been the case for nearly a thousand years.

Humans have long been accustomed to a peaceful life, and the threat of chaos is imminent, but most people are as mediocre as ever, clinging to their own small world, like frogs in warm water, oblivious to the imminent death knell.

- The power of the fire is weakening day by day.

Maybe it's because the blood of glory has been thinning out over the years, or maybe it's because some unknown change has happened in the vast darkness, but whatever the reason, the weakening of the power of order is an indisputable fact, whether it is the fall of the Fog Zone or the flood of the foggy night, it has revealed this cruel truth.

The boy is not the only glorious person who has glimpsed this truth, and there have long been pioneers on this road who do not care about personal life and death, but ...... The sacrifice was exchanged for only the accumulation of corpses, and the deepest night outside the fire remained as silent as ever.

Their sacrifice was worthless.

Perhaps the only thing that brings is only vague hope.

Taking a breath of the turbidity that had accumulated in his chest, and no longer thinking about these things that were a little far away from him, Amy put on her mask, gently pressed down the brim of her cap, and simply slapped her old gray trench coat, and then disappeared into the dark streets of the lower district like a ghost.

- He's going to the dice house.

The Dice House is not a place, not a specific place, to be precise, it is the name of a power, an intelligence group - where you can buy everything you want to know, even the color of the Emperor's Michelangelo bottoms, as long as you can afford it.

Of course, that's just the claim – no one knows, and no one wants to know, whether or not you can actually buy the color of Michelangelo's bottoms. Lace news can be used as a talking point for a while, but it also has to be talked about - if you offend Michelangelo in the lower districts, most people can only die.

But gimmicks are gimmicks, and the intelligence collected by the dice house is indeed all-encompassing, and it can be regarded as the largest neutral intelligence distribution center in the lower area. Unfortunately, along with their intelligence-gathering capabilities, they also have a frantic sense of secrecy - the intelligence officers at the dice house have little sense of secrecy, and the information may be resold to new customers as soon as the consulting customer has just stepped out - here, every piece of information can be bought and sold.

In general, it is an evil force that cannot be trusted in any way.

Befitting the name of the evil forces, their offices are located in casinos, or it is more appropriate to put it another way here, they are the behind-the-scenes bosses of every casino in the lower districts, and they can always be found in places where there are casinos, but the premise of finding them is to be aware of their existence in the first place.

"Fate always rolls dice, doesn't it?"

At the door of the casino, Amy's gaze swept over the badge hanging on the chest of the receptionist, and said this seemingly ordinary joint code in a casual tone - as early as his first day in the lower area, the intelligence officer of the dice house had found him and left a way to contact him, if he hadn't learned about the other party's notoriety from Willy later, maybe he would have really stupidly sent it to the door and sold himself clean.

But there were no ifs, and now that he knew what a deformed monster the dice house was, he wouldn't take it lightly.

With that in mind, he followed the waiter through a long, labyrinthine corridor.

Then at her motion, she pushed open the door of the box.

Unexpectedly, a thick cloud of smoke poured out of the door - with a violent cough, Amy finally opened her eyes and searched for the owner.

"Ah, I don't know you. But before that, the tired voice of a mature woman came from the ear, and her eyes subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from, and the sight was a tall but plump figure, "You still hide yourself quite tightly, is it so unsightly?"

"Not really," replied the young man in a low, hoarse voice after the initial panic, "but the usual style of your house is hardly reassuring. ”

"It's really a sincere little guy," the graceful woman reclining on the bed puffed out a smoke ring, and there was not much emotion in her black eyes, "We have always put the customer in the first position, as long as the customer has needs, we must know everything, and we will say everything." ”

The word "little guy" made Amy's heart skip a beat, but she still maintained the least composure, ignoring the words of the smoky brown-haired woman in front of her, and he went straight to the point: "It just so happens that I'm looking for someone here, with your house's intelligence gathering ability, it must be a good fit." ”

"Oh?" the woman in the smoke whispered, "It's hard to find someone, it's easy to say, it's easy to say, it depends on who you're looking for, and ...... What price can you pay for this. ”

"Ten Kintor. The boy said in a deep voice.

"It's not a small hand," said the woman reclining on the bed, knocking off the cigarette pistol, shaking off the ashes in it, "It seems that this money is not easy to take." ”

"I wouldn't be here if it was easy to take. Amy wasn't going to say anything polite.

"It seems that the guests have always been prejudiced against us," the woman who was hidden by the fog reached out and took a puff on her cigarette gun, and then said nonchalantly, "Our dice house has always attached great importance to the confidentiality of guest information, and when it comes to the information of the previous trading partners, we have to pay at least three times the actual price to buy it." ”

The profit in the middle is not in your pockets - the corners of the young man's mouth can't help but outline a cold arc, but he didn't continue the unnutritious topic, just said: "The person I'm looking for is a killer, a killer who is proficient in scimitars and wears a mask that seems to smile but not laugh, cry and cry. ”

When the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly deepened, and the woman who had been cynical restrained the slackness on her face and straightened her sitting posture, but she didn't reply, just smoked a cigarette gun one by one.

Until—

When the tobacco was about to run out, the woman raised her head.

"If you're looking for a 'person,'" her expression was more dignified than ever, and her tone was solemn like never before, "and my answer was that it didn't exist. ”

"So?" Amy raised an eyebrow, "what would he be if he wasn't human." ”

"It's a ghost," whispered the intelligence officer at the dice house, "the murderous ghost of the foggy night." ”

"It seems that your house really has news of him," the young man leaned forward slightly, "If I remember correctly, you just told me that your house knows everything about its guests, and you have nothing to say." ”

"Oh, that's your mistake. The woman glanced at him, then walked by lightly, "If the price is sufficient, we do know everything, and we can say everything." ”

"So......" Amy held out two fingers, "twenty." ”

"Very appealing price," said the woman in a bland tone, "but let me refuse, even Kintor is inferior to his only one life." ”

"What if I say no?" the boy was not going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, assuming that the woman in the dice room was really so uninteresting, he did not mind letting her understand the preciousness of life.

"Then we can only change the form of the transaction. The woman set the cigarette gun aside, "We don't dare to provoke the Dark Guild in the Dice House, let alone touch those murderers, but if all you need is intelligence, I think we can negotiate this deal." ”

"Dark Guild ......," Amy chewed on the unfamiliar word.

"It seems that the guests are also aware of the tricky characters you have to deal with. The intelligence officer of the dice house paused, "Of course, the form of the transaction has changed, and the price will naturally change with it, as long as the existing information is available, we only need five gold tors on our side, I don't know what you think." ”

"Deal. ”

Without much hesitation, the boy agreed directly, and with a crisp and pleasant jingle sound, five golden coins rolled down the table, announcing the deal.

"Okay, we received your sincerity. A rare smile appeared on the woman's face, "Someone will take you to pick up the corresponding file later, and then we will clear the money and goods, and we have nothing to do with each other." ”

Amy just nodded at this, with his sensitive identity, at this sensitive juncture, it would definitely be a disaster to get entangled with a force like the Dice House.

"Goodbye, then. The woman bowed slightly, and her face in the smoke became a little clearer, "Luck is always hard to find, the footsteps of bad luck always come unexpectedly, fate never rolls the dice, everything is predestined by fate, may fate favor you, my guest." ”

"Goodbye. The young man didn't care about the chatter, just responded ceremoniously, and then turned to leave the box full of smoke and dust, watching the door slowly close behind him, and then let out a faint sigh, "Dark Guild...... It doesn't sound like a good stubble. ”

And behind the door, the brown-haired and black-eyed woman did not continue to swallow the clouds and mist, but just lay on the bed and looked ahead in a daze, and whispered to herself: "Dare to find the stubble of the Foggy Night Killer and the tiger whiskers of the Dark Guild, when did such a number one person appear in the lower area? And he looks very young...... It's strange, and it seems necessary to investigate it properly...... But before that, let me catch up on the sleep, lack of sleep is the enemy of beauty. ”

The woman yawned, then fell into a deep sleep.

The delicate face that looms in the smoke is like the sleeping beauty of fairy tales.