Closing the heavy book, the body of the book wrapped in black cowhide was matte.

This is the skin from the belly of the cow, which has a good anti-erosion effect and is generally used to preserve paper materials and books.

The book "Spirit" was obtained by Ji Yan on the black market.

When I first received it, it still had a distinctly moldy smell, and I don't know how many years it was in.

It does not record the time of writing and the author, but according to Ji Yan's estimate, it should have been written in the golden age of the mysterious side.

Only with such a long history can it still exude a musty smell under the protection of cowhide.

And the records in it are more detailed, not just a few words in today's books.

The moon rises over the horizon at some point, high in the night.

The entire emperor was illuminated by the quiet moonlight, and there was a charming charm.

Although it was night, there was no curfew in the imperial capital.

From afar, the city is overflowing with light and blooming.

Ji Yan's building is located at the junction of the civilian area and the slum area, and further away is the clean and tidy rich area.

As for the aristocratic district, he couldn't see anything here anymore.

Only a few tall buildings indicate the location of the aristocratic quarter.

Ji Yan can catch a glimpse of the bright light of the rich area that will never dim here, a prosperous scene.

The civilian area on the other side is only a little starlight, like a candle flickering in a storm, which may be extinguished at any time.

The slums saw no light, and were so dark that they seemed to be devouring behemoths, trapped in the abyss of no light.

There are 700,000 poor people living here, plus one million poor people outside the imperial capital, which already accounts for about 20% of the entire population of the imperial capital.

There are not even any errand guards on duty in the slums, everything is run by so-called gangs, and it can be said that it is almost an independent small country.

Confusing, bloody, unspeakable.

It has become synonymous with slums.

In the middle of the ghetto, there was only a dilapidated church from hundreds of years ago, and no new church has been built there, and it seems that even the glory of the Lord of Light is reluctant to give a slight.

This is a place that gives the emperor a headache, and he wants to give up completely, but he is dragged down by the huge number of people in the slums, coupled with the secret power of the nobles.

He gave up on the idea and left it to erode.

The dark ghetto is like a corpse dragged into the abyss, with only a few wails that break the silence and tell the fact that the ghetto is still alive.

Just across the street, it's a world of difference.

The black market in the imperial capital city was established in the slums, and there were many nobles behind it.

"Ding-dong-"

Ji Yan retracted his gaze and opened the system message.

A blue phantus rippled faintly in the air, and a virtual panel appeared in front of him, which was the chat interface.

"The Supreme Lord of Twilight......"

The sender was Eve Ornjochst.

As is customary, it is still a large piece of text for prayer, and then some of the things that are happening in my life.

For example, her strength has improved a lot according to Sister Sophia's words, and she can control her awakening changes and so on.

Seeing that the corners of Ji Yan's mouth twitched slightly, Eve seemed to write the prayer as a diary.

But I don't know why, seeing her grow, Ji Yan actually felt a sense of relief.

However, every time Eve reached the middle of the prayer, she would simply cut off, leaving only half-spoken words.

Today, I'm putting away the wolf's ears and cutting them off here.

Seeing this, Ji Yan couldn't help but secretly wonder if she fell asleep again while praying.

Thinking of this, he was dumbfounded for a while, and was made a little crying and laughing by her.

It's him who loses it, and if any god is here, seeing Eve's appearance, maybe he will directly send down divine punishment.

Closing the chat interface, he goes to the account and clicks on the second account to log in.

Sure enough, there was still no news on this account, it was empty and blank.

With a thought, turn off the system panel.

Looking at the book [Gods] on the table, Ji Yan's heart was not in a hurry.

After all, the summoning of the Lord of Dusk came belatedly a week after the system was activated.

This kind of uncertain matter cannot be rushed.

Eve has the gaze of the Lord of Dusk.

And after touching the gaze, he can incarnate into the Lord of Dusk for a short time, and there seems to be no limit.

The first two summonings of the Lord of Dusk showed no physical discomfort or weakness.

So, is this another bug?

I don't know what I thought, Ji Yan's eyes narrowed, with a thoughtful look, and his fingers lightly tapped the black body of the [Divine Spirit].

He seems to ...... The future is promising.

……

The ghetto is located in the southeast of the imperial capital, and outside its walls, is another, more dilapidated ghetto.

There is a canal in the middle that runs through the hinterland of the two and connects them closely.

The canal is lined with a large number of factories and a large number of chimneys, which have been smoked black and cannot be seen at night.

Although it was about eight o'clock in the evening, the factory was brightly lit and the workers were in full swing.

The black chimneys smoked from the smoke, darkening the night.

Countless freshly produced goods were rushed onto transports parked outside the factory, which then pulled onto ships parked at the docks and transported them along the river that ran through the city to the civilian and wealthy areas.

These things produced by the slums provided for most of the daily expenses of the imperial capital.

The things that were put on the table, shiny, passed through the hands of the poor.

But they couldn't afford to buy a single one, and even their wages were only a pitiful thirty dits, just enough for one person to live in the imperial capital.

A large number of poor people had become desperate for the imperial capital, so they fled the area, preferring to farm their own land rather than stay any longer.

They have lived for many years and know that the imperial capital is a cruel and ruthless meat grinding machine.

But on the other side, there are countless people who are deceived by the glamorous appearance here, and take the initiative to jump in, wanting to win their lives here.

Among them, a large number of people have no identity certificates, so they can only smuggle people, and a series of smuggling industries have also spawned.

Slums, river gates.

The soldier who was guarding was a little sleepy at this time, he had been standing here for a day.

The person who was supposed to rotate to replace him now doesn't know where to be happy.

The soldier reached into his pocket and felt for the hard things, the two hundred diars that the man had given him, and wanted the soldier to take his place on his night shift.

As a result, he had to deal with the inspection of the chief during the day, which caused him to be particularly sleepy now.

sighed slightly in his heart, complained a few words, and could only admit that he was unlucky.

Who made him greedy for these two hundred diels?

The soldier looked around, thinking about something to sleep on, only to hear the slightest movement.

He wasn't too alert to this, just glanced at it.

But it was two thin men crossing the river in the dark.

The soldier yawned, and the two of them dived into the water in an instant, not daring to move.

Watching the movements of the two, he couldn't help but shake his head and turned to leave.

The river was so black that even the moonlight on the water seemed to glow eerily.

There was a strong foul smell coming to my face, which was industrial sewage discharged from the factory.

The soldier didn't pay any attention to these stowaways, he didn't want to go into the water and dirty himself, this kind of person didn't have much money on him, and it was useless to catch them.

Looking at the faint moon, he was a little puzzled by this.

Why do people in the city want to come out, but people outside the city always want to go in?