"Do you know me?" Unexpectedly, the other party could call out his name directly. Wengerns stared at the man in black robe alertly, and his hand in his sleeve was gently buckled on the seal of a scroll. As long as there was something wrong with the other party, Wengerns would be ready to attack directly.

"Oh, no, no, don't be excited. I didn't mean to come here. The reason why I knew your name is because Wengerns is still a celebrity now. It's normal for someone to recognize you." The man in black robe shook his hood, and two glimmers flashed. Unfortunately, his face was basically covered by a layer of black mist, and even Wengerns could not see through the other person's true face.

"Someone recognized me?"

"Well... specifically, it should be revealed that the members of our Death Society can work with intelligent undead creatures due to the death ceasefire agreement. Some extremes even directly transformed into the dead, believing that this is the real embrace of death. For example, do you feel it?" said the man in black robe.

Can you feel it? Of course, Wengerns has a lot of research on the undead, so when he came over, he smelled the smell of the black robe and the smell of negative energy from a distance. This is not enough to reflect that Wengerns is not a fool?

"As for the place where the revelation was received, I believe you haven't forgotten the chaotic people who were dismembered by ladies in the Lower City yesterday? There are a lot of words," the man in black robe continued.

How could I forget this? If I were not mistaken, this is probably the first time I saw an extraordinary existence killing?

"The main stronghold of our Death Society is in the morgue. The corpses in the entire Impression City were handled by our members yesterday. Among the two corpses of chaotic corpses, there was a priest of the God of Death. When he saw you by the window, he immediately received revelation from the gods. So we knew that you had come to Impression City and arrived in the downtown area," said the man in black.

"God of Death?" Wengerns really didn't expect that he would involve another god. As his strength improved, although the truth about his killing in his previous life was slowly uncovering, more mysteries came to his face, making Wengerns overwhelmed.

"I am the president of the Wande Society. You can call me Scal. I originally came here to hope to bring you to the association, but now I'm looking at me one step late. Piaotianyi.com is about to make big moves." The man in black robe who claimed to be Scal said slowly. Although he couldn't see it, Wengerns was still sure that the other party had just turned his attention to the alley behind him.

"Since that's the case, can Mr. Scar go back?" Wengerns said with a smirk.

"No, no, don't worry, you, I am not interested in the purpose of the Imprint City. Although it is a pity that we cannot preach our law of death to you, with your ability to control undead creatures, I think we can still cooperate in some places," Scarl quickly persuaded.

"Cooperate?" Wengerns looked at the other party suspiciously. He really didn't think there would be any place for him and Wand to cooperate with each other.

"That's right, but..." The man in black robe looked around and said, "Do you plan to talk to him in such a place?" He didn't jump.

This is the entrance to the remote small box, and there are many creatures gathering outside, coming and going. Although this location is not very conspicuous, a man in black robe has been chatting with the powerful master who started killing yesterday, which has attracted a lot of people's attention.

With a slight curl of his lips, Wengerns asked directly in a slightly impatient tone: "Where do you think we are more suitable?"

Wengerns didn't want to bring such a strange guy to his stronghold, and completing the portal was just the first step, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

"Go to the tower"

The tower is the edge of the downtown area. According to Scarl's introduction, this is the most miserable and desperate part of the downtown area. This is the headquarters of the club.

The purpose of this conference is like a meeting name, which is to teach people to give up their pursuit of meaning and to be calm by accepting meaningless things. To be honest, this is very close to the theory of accepting death in the Death Society, which can be seen from Scar's appreciation of this faction.

Although this is a faction with the Deadly Society, due to their unique theory, Wengerns doesn't have to worry about the things to be talked about will be eavesdropped on by those who are interested. Members of the Immortal Society will not do such a [meaningful] thing.

As for safety issues, that's even more important. As long as three undead dragons are released, can't they even be able to escape? Besides, as long as there are people from the Wande to dare to attack the undead dragon, the effect of the undead who does not take the initiative to attack them will be broken in an instant, so they will be waiting to be overwhelmed by the undead around them.

This tower extends outwardly on the side tower body, located at the junction of downtown and Ladies' District. Scar did not bring Wengerens into the tower because it is said that everything is empty and the headquarters is not suitable for outsiders to enter.

As if knowing that Wengerns hadn't eaten yet, Scarlet took Wengerns to a medium-sized tavern near the Ladies' District.

Here, the taverns at the lower and middle levels are extremely noisy and chaotic, and creatures of all races are consuming, chatting, and bragging. Some black-hearted small vendors are also conducting transactions inside, claiming to be able to provide any news and news from all portals in the city.

Of course, we don’t know whether it is true or not. Anyway, just remember [you get what you pay for]

In this environment, Scarl and Wengerns can have a safe conversation. In this kind of place, there are no matter what you say, even if you say you are the descendants of the Abyss Lord. As for whether others believe it or not, who cares about him or not, who cares about him?

Wengerns only made some noise on the other side of the downtown area, and basically no one knows the person Wengerns here. So, it doesn't matter what they talk about.

However, just in case, after his food was brought up by the waiter, Wengerns gently tapped the wooden tabletop with his index finger, creating a slightly unseen sound insulation barrier. Although the effect is average, it is enough to use it here.

"Will you clean up the chaos?" Wengerns frowned and looked at the man in black robe in front of him. The other party's purpose was to make Wengerns feel puzzled. What are the benefits for them if the chaos disappears? What are the benefits for themselves?

"That's right, my friend, in fact, in the eyes of the upper class of Imprint City, chaos will be an organization that does not need to exist. They are causing trouble everywhere, and their actions are mostly chaotic. This has caused a lot of trouble to the city. There are many factions that they don't like."

"Oh? The upper level of the Imprint City? The real owner of the Imprint City is Ms. Pain? Many words are just people from the faction. As for the anger of public anger, I don't think so? If many words are really what you said, they can survive until now?" Wengerns said with a sarcastic sarcasm.

"Indeed, the Doomsday Guards were originally in vain and chaos in some places, but that was just a past tense. Although they had cooperated, they were just using those chaos in most cases. After all, some of the brainless guys were easy to deal with." Faced with Wengerns' sneer, Scal said without changing his color at all.

"But, since their president died, this faction has actually been officially finished. Without this nominal suppression, the chaotic people's behavior has become increasingly unintelligible. Even the Doomsday Guards, which originally did not support the action against the chaotic, have recently agreed to remain neutral. As for everything, you can't expect them to have this energy."

"After saying so much, I didn't mention the key. Why should I join your action? After all, this is just a matter within your Imprint City." Wengerns still looked too lazy to cooperate.

"Ha, if there is no sufficient benefit, how could I participate? Our Wandian Society is most looking forward to death. In order to spread the concept of death to all planes, we have worked hard for a long time. If the harm of Imprint City can be eliminated, our Wandian Society can get the right to hire outsiders in Imprint City. At that time, the action efficiency of developing negative energy planes can be greatly improved. Maybe more companions will join in the middle."

"With a companion joining? It's better to say that it's an accident in the negative energy plane and becomes a dead soul. Lifeless mercenaries are everywhere. As long as these people die, they may be transformed into undead by you, right? There are a lot of words." Wengerns secretly said in his heart.

Now, Wengerns has roughly determined one thing, that is, among the various factions of Imprint City, there is probably no normal one. Of course, the normal concept is based on the situation in the material world. I am afraid that in the eyes of the natives of Imprint City, creatures in the material world are not much better, right? There are many words, otherwise how could there be a title like [Outsiders in the Circle]?

Although the other party does not have a name to call him by this name, I guess he thinks that way, right? There are many words but this kind of thing can only be understood and cannot be said.

"The reason we are looking for you, Mr. Wengers, is mainly because you are an outsider. We can have a suitable slogan for our actions this time. As for your reward, I believe that I should have some understanding of some of the situations in the material world recently? After many words, when you return to the material world, you can obtain powerful mercenaries of varying numbers according to the level of effort."
Chapter completed!