After leaving the jewelry store, Wood led everyone along the street to the Sunday Tavern. Alison kept looking around on the way, which made Wood a little curious. He couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Alison, what are you looking at?"

, could it be that Hendry sent someone to catch up?"

"No." Alison shook her head slightly and continued to scan both sides of the road.

Sometimes being too tidy on the road is not a good thing.

Everyone was puzzled, but didn't ask in detail until they passed by a mill, and Alison, who saw weeds piled up at the door, handed the purse in her hand to Brad and walked over quickly.

Seeing this, several people approached and saw Alison grabbing a handful of weeds on the haystack, mixing them with Hendry's pulled out hair and tying it into a straw man, and then covered it with a piece of paper with blood on it.

Holding the straw man's head, he pulled out an iron nail from his boot and inserted it directly into it.

"Ah!" A scream seemed to pass through everyone's souls at this moment, and it seemed to be Hendry's voice.

"Hiss~" They couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Looking at the nails driven into the straw man's head, they all felt their scalps getting cold.

Wood was even more jealous. He firmly believed in his previous guesses, was accommodating to Simon, and was cold-blooded to irrelevant people. He was definitely going to do something.

"Everything must have a beginning and an end, right?" Alison didn't pay attention to everyone's expressions. She threw the straw man into her pocket and pointed to the stone castle with unlimited lights under the red moon, "Where is that place?

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"That's the most famous gold-selling cave in Janik. Everything that the king has in it is available here. Some businessmen passing by and even people from nearby cities also come here specifically for it."

Wood came back to his senses, with a longing look on his face, pointing to the castle and introducing it to everyone, "Beautiful women, exciting fighting, and heart-pounding bets. Of course, there are also businessmen who pass by and commit suicide every year after coming out of there.

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"Oh." Alison nodded upon hearing this, "That's a bad place."

"Yes, Harbaugh rarely goes out there. Do you want to go there?" Wood asked.

Alison looked at the money bags in her hands and shook her head quickly, "My money is useful."

Wood nodded, and then led everyone to the street next door, where there was a long two-story stone house with a row of lanterns hanging outside the door, and above the lanterns was its signboard.

Sunday pub.

Pushing open the heavy door, Alison and the others walked in. The space inside the pub was large, and rows of wooden tables were filled with guests. They were eating barbecue, drinking beer, playing cards or teasing their female companions.

, there were many bright candles on the chandelier, and you could clearly see their intoxicated faces when they were bragging.

Wood skillfully found a backlit position, ordered some food and wine with Alison's gold coins, and then put the hood of his clothes on his head.

"Although you are very powerful, we usually have to cover up appropriately when participating in such gatherings." Wood, whose entire face was immersed in the shadow of the hood, said, and then he saw Alison wearing a hood.

Fox mask.

"Well" Wood hid his embarrassment in the shadows upon seeing this, "I should have thought that you must have participated in various underground gatherings."

"No, this is my first time." Alison shook her head slightly, "I just prepared it because I might need it. You will introduce it to me later."

"It's natural."

Wood nodded and then pointed to another corner of the tavern, "The entrance to the gathering is over there. Although there are hosts in this place, they are not responsible for the authenticity of the goods, and sometimes they cannot even be responsible for the safety of the participants."

"Then what's the role of their host?" Alison raised her eyebrows upon hearing this.

"Collect money." Wood said matter-of-factly. "All professionals in small towns will die miserably if they find them meeting privately."

Alison was silent for a long time after hearing this, then looked at Wood and nodded, "Not bad."

Wood trembled when he heard that he was not there. He looked at Alison and said carefully, "The meeting place is underground. If you really want to do something, please hold back. If it collapses, you will be fine. I will."

"You know, I'm not a bad girl." Alison looked at the red cloak on her body, "Unless they take action first."

"No one can be like Simon, I mean no one dares to offend your majesty." Wood lowered his head and said.

Alison nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."

After hearing the words, Wood stood up and led Alison to the corner of the pub. Occasionally, someone in the aisle would glance at them, but then continue to do their own thing. After all, even if they are not professionals, they are not rich.

Even though they are expensive, some of them even hide their faces, so you don’t know if they are human.

Alison followed Wood to the entrance of the assembly, and saw a skinny old man sitting there with a round skull. He just looked up at the two of them and asked Wood, "Are you the introducer?"

"Yes, Great Elder." Wood lowered his head and said respectfully.

"It's great to be your technician in the Red Keep, but I have to make do here and become a broker." The old man sighed, then pointed to the scale next to him, "Put it up."

When Wood heard this, he quickly took out twenty gold coins from his bag and put them on it, only to find that the scale was slightly lower.

The old man glanced at the scale, then picked out two gold coins and threw them back. Then he saw the corner of Wood's mouth twitching, and then he took out a handful of gold coins.

The old man glanced at the gold coins in his hand, took out two and put them on the scale. When he found that the scale beams were parallel, he put away the gold coins and opened the floor behind him.

"Go in, be careful when trading, those people are not as easy to talk to as me." The old man looked at Wood and Allison and pointed to the hole behind him.

"Yes." Wood responded, then lowered his head and saluted the old man, and then climbed down the stairs at the entrance of the cave with Alison.

The entrance to the cave is small, but the inside is very large. The intricately patterned corridor leads directly to the small underground palace at the end. Alison even felt spiritual fluctuations on the walls of the corridor.

Obviously the organizer of the underground rally is not without merit.

"What was that just now?" asked Alison, who followed Wood inside.

"There are fake gold coins in this bag. They look similar but have different weights." Wood frowned slightly.

Alison's mouth twitched when she heard this, but then she felt relieved.

This is almost free money, after all, there is truth in it, right?

"Did the old man retire from a bank before?" Alison asked curiously.

"No, he is the elder of the Sun Nest, a fourth-level soul mentor, and an immortal." Wood said with awe in his tone.

"Are they on the same level as Sleeper?" Alison asked.

"The Sleeper, that terrifying necromancer who can awaken part of the consciousness of the great existence underground, is far more powerful than the Immortal."

Wood frowned and said, "In contrast, no one knows the abilities of the Immortal. He did not get this title because he can use immortal magic. It is just that the name sounds better than the Immortal."

"In that case." Alison nodded slightly.

They walked into the hall and saw a huge round table in the hall. Above the round table was a chandelier that was not very bright. Under the dim light, they could see that there were many people sitting at the round table below. Two of the people sitting next to them were biting their ears, but then

They started arguing loudly.

"My information is true, why don't you give me the money!" A man whose whole body was hidden in the shadows roared, "Our Shadow Guild is the most trustworthy!"

"I have no objection to the Shadow Guild." The masked man sitting next to him protested, "It's just that your information is hard to believe. I've never heard of anyone in that kind of costume, and witches have always been arrogant, so what?

They can deceive others, and they are eager to spread their names so that they can steal power from them."

As the masked man spoke, he asked for help from those present, "Do you think so?"

But no one paid any attention to him.

"Everyone, tell me what you think."

Everyone remained indifferent.

The masked man asked a few questions without feeling embarrassed. He heard the footsteps at the door, turned to look at the new arrival and subconsciously asked, "Do you think it's eh?"

After entering the hall, Alison sat on the chair next to the round table at Wood's prompt and looked at the masked man, "What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." The masked man waved his hand quickly, then looked at the shadow behind him, with anger on his face, "How dare you ask for money!"

"This, this." Shadow trembled, feeling fear at this moment.

Wearing a red cloak and a fox mask, the woman's eyes actually looked at him.

She seemed to recognize herself!
Chapter completed!