The marble streets are filled with aromas, and the shadows linger in front of the three-storey wooden buildings.

A new perfume shop has opened in the Midtown of Garcia, the capital of King Navarre, and as soon as it was sold, it became a sensation for all women in the city.

Although only ten bottles of the best perfumes are available in this shop a month and the prices are high, the aristocratic women of the upper town still flock to them.

Every time the perfume arrives, a large number of women gather outside the perfume shop.

Garcia's security and municipal administration were very good, the upper district where the nobles lived in the royal capital, the commercial middle city, and the lower city where the commoners lived, the area was well divided, and the patrols were around the clock.

However, because the traffic in front of this store is too large, and there are some noble women with prominent status. Garcia's royal guards had to dedicate a large part of their forces to defend and control the surroundings to avoid some accidents.

"How's it going?"

In a house opposite the perfume shop, through the window, a young man of about twenty years old was watching the crowd of people in the street below.

Behind him, stood two middle-aged men, dressed in short shirts worn by businessmen.

"Your Highness Sancho, we have already checked. The source of this perfume shop is not from our principality of León. ”

"Do you still need to check this?" the young man smiled, leaning against the window frame, and although his tone was flat and his movements were gentle, he put a great deal of pressure on the two merchants behind him.

"What Your Highness said is that after the opening of this perfume shop, it took away a lot of the profits of our Chamber of Commerce. We have also tried to buy their perfumes and analyzed the ingredients, but several of the master perfumers in the association have said that they can't make it. ”

"Why?"

"Not only are their fragrances unique, but their ingredients are more unusual, seemingly with the ingredient of kiki-weed. Your Highness, you know that this herb has long been extinct in the south!"

"It's not the South, who could it be?"

Sancho thought slowly. He originally thought that someone from the Southern Magic Alliance had made a move, but now it seemed that the identity of the opponent was much more mysterious.

"Your Highness, should we arrest their boss and torture them?" At this time, one of the middle-aged men asked tentatively.

"I've already checked the background of this boss, it's just a small character. This is Resso's territory, don't go too far in your work!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Sancho waved his hand, and the two middle-aged businessmen respectfully exited the room.

He closed the window, and the room darkened in an instant, and a bonfire raged in the fireplace, and a dark shadow slowly came out between the light and shadow.

"Your Highness Sancho, our Brotherhood has news about what you want to investigate. The perfume shop is made by a small town in Lyon. ”

"Isn't it ruined?"

"Yes, Valen is raising money to rebuild Lyon. However, Valen's finances were tight, and several palace chambers under the royal family had no intention of taking over. Just a few months ago, a newly opened chamber of commerce took on the task of rebuilding Lyon. And we found out that the source of this perfume shop is from this chamber of commerce. ”

"What's this chamber of commerce called?"

Sancho asked, sitting on the soft leather sofa, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

"Golden Harvest Chamber of Commerce!"

Sancho's goblet swayed slightly, and the red wine in the glass looked even more red in the distance of the campfire.

"Lyon should just be a transit point. ”

At this, Sancho's face showed a hint of doubt.

"To the north of Lyon is the valley of the Rongo, to the east is the Land of the Moon, to the west is the Nibelungen, and to the south is Navarre. Which force needs to use such a place as a staging point?"

The town of Lyon is a barren land, as everyone in the south knows. Therefore, Sancho is even more puzzled.

"Your Highness, our Assassins have followed and discovered that this Chamber of Commerce is deep into the Land of the Wild Moon. Moreover, the Assassins of the Brotherhood even saw traces of foreign tribes in it. ”

"Foreigners, do they also have a thirst for money?"

Sancho's words were a joke, of course, but before he could finish speaking, the smile on his face froze.

Of course, the foreign race does not need the golden lun of human beings, only human beings themselves need it!

"If there is really someone who can unite the power of foreign races, then this power should not be underestimated. What race are those aliens?"

"The Sandman... And the elves!"

When the last two words were spoken, the only thing the dark shadow was exposed was greed.

Whether it is a dark elf or a white elf, in their eyes, they are all a mountain high and a mountain high. For hundreds of years, elves have almost disappeared from the human continent, and the price that an elf slave can sell for is often astronomical.

Sancho Fernand, son of Duke Fernand of the Duchy of León and king of the dark world of the South, raised his head slightly, and a smile of meaning appeared on his handsome face in the midst of the bonfire.

"Elves?"

"Your Highness, do we want to?" the black shadow made a killing gesture with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"The strength of the opponent is unknown, you better let out some wind first, and let people probe for us!"

"What does Your Highness mean?"

"Evil aliens, brave knights, endless treasures, righteous reputation. There is always a brave man who is willing to go down in history in the chant of the bard. Besides, I heard that the second group of the Church in the North recently went to the South to train?"

As soon as the wine in the cup was drunk, Sancho's handsome face disappeared into the darkness, looking unfathomable.

"Your Highness, I understand!"

The shadow paused, then nodded, completely submerging into the darkness.

Sancho rested for a moment, got up slowly, and opened the door to the house.

The light imprinted into the eyes, bringing a trace of discomfort. Sancho walked out of the room, in the hall under the narrow second-floor corridor, where a ball was taking place.

Young aristocratic men and women are dancing under the ball. The ball was one of the channels of communication between the nobility, and Sancho had a wide range of friends and a deep foundation in the aristocratic circles of the south.

These casual young aristocrats are in high spirits at the moment, and the relationship between men and women is even more affectionate.

Sancho kept a noble smile and took the glass from the waiter.

"My valued friends, let's dance to our heart's content today!"

Sancho's toast was accompanied by a burst of cheers.

In the eyes of everyone, Sancho was a personable and aristocratic son, with elegant manners and extraordinary bearing. However, there is a side of him hidden in the darkness that few people know.

The forces that control the dark world in the south, run various underground industries, and control the fearsome Brotherhood of Assassins.

"Elves?"

Looking at the young men and women below, Sancho smiled and read these two words again.