The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It is located in a hidden alley in the upper city. Zelin originally thought that in his impression, the black market should be located in a very hidden underground city, perhaps in the sewers, a group of masked men and women mixed in here. But when Zelin realized that the location of the black market was near the Akarat Temple in Westmar, he realized that this black market is not a black market at all. Rather, it is a place where a group of people conduct legal stolen goods transactions.

Adelin is right. This will cost a lot of money. Zelin is very thankful that he has made a lot of money in Kartim, otherwise he will have to find another way to find a target in the black market. Compared with diving in, walking in directly is the easiest way.

Holding Johanna's arm, Zelin carefully observed the black market. The street is about a hundred meters long, with houses on both sides, and every place is lined with a variety of gold and silver vessels and rare treasures, including magic weapons and armors that emit dazzling light. Zelin and Johanna didn't look so conspicuous, because there were many people like them here. Johanna's clothes were very inappropriate. They didn't have time to buy the proper disguise. This was Cody's wife's clothes. For the Crusades, the chest, legs and arms were a bit too tight, and the waist was too loose.

"I hope you have a nice evening." The mercenary at the door nodded to Zelin after receiving the tickets.

"Thank you."

Zelin nodded slightly and walked into this alley.

There were stalls on both sides of the alleys, but Zelin knew that this was not a real black market. The houses on both sides are the real trading places, and these booths are only part of the organizers, that is, the thieves' union used to show their power. They have the strength to obtain these precious treasures, and they also have the strength to do more. But no one knows how much of it is true.

Johanna noticed the priests in the robes of the Zakarram church in the black market, and she couldn't help but frown.

Zelin grabbed the forearm of the Crusade Army hard and motioned her not to show anger.

"Quiet, Johanna, we have more important goals."

"This is really surprising." Johanna took a deep breath and returned to the relaxed look: "The church announced that it would become approachable and carry out secular reforms, so priests and nuns came to the black market and brothels, and The civilians communicated with each other. My master was right. The corruption of Zakarum is not a single point. Our jihad will continue. I will also look for an apprentice. When I die in battle, she can pick up mine. Shield, continue my career. My mentor passed this career into my hands, and I will never allow it to be destroyed in my generation."

"Perhaps it is too early to talk about this."

Zelin suddenly thought of himself back then. After arriving in his life for the first 100 years, he became very anxious because he did not have an apprentice, and everything he did, the experience he summarized and the things left over so many years, There is no heir. I don’t know why, in the Crusaders, Zelin saw himself looking for apprentices: “When an organization becomes huge, he will inevitably attract many people with ghosts. It’s not your fault, Johanna At least, in my cognition, this kind of corruption is inevitable."

"I agree with you." Johanna turned her head. "So two hundred years ago, Arkhan discovered that a dark power was corrupting Sakarum during his meditation, so he created the Holy Cleric Army and sent us on an expedition. Look for the root cause of the church’s corruption. You said, in your knowledge, you have seen many such corruptions? Can you introduce some of them like me? I have been collecting signs of corruption to avoid turning a blind eye to the dangers."

"...I'll talk about it later."

Zelin raised his head and looked at this black market. They walked naturally. Most of the people here didn't know each other. It seemed that their owner would not come here personally to pick the goods they needed.

Soon, Zelin was in the market and saw a group of businessmen wearing light yellow robes. They stood in a corner of the black market, talking with an old man in a black jacket. The conversation between them seemed very effective and pleasant, and beside them, there was a man dressed like a priest. In Westermah. Most of the priests of Zakarum chose to wear ordinary Kejistan costumes to make themselves look approachable, like a commoner. The towering hat and the windbreaker with pointed shoulder pads are extra eye-catching in Westermah.

It didn’t take long for Zelin to see that one of the men in the light yellow cloak made a please gesture to the man in the black jacket. The two walked into the second-story house behind him together, while the remaining two yellow cloaks were standing. In the same place, block the way for other people to enter the house.

"I have seen this dress." Zelin turned his head slightly and said in Johanna's ear: "The Wizarding Club, it seems that they have never thought of hiding their identity."

"What's your plan?" Johanna tilted her head slightly and pinched her earlobe with her fingers: "They went in. Should I ask you if there is a way to stun people outside and walk in? Maybe you can still feel like changing Like magic, take out another bag of money and tell me that you have actually bought everyone?"

"Am I like a magician?"

"When you paid for it, it was very similar."

"This is the first time I have come to Westermah, there is no need to attract too much attention, and I am curious, who are they talking to?" Zelin snorted softly, "This house doesn't seem to count. It's too difficult. You can wait for me here. Stare at them and I will find a way to get around."

"Enter the house and fall into the trap?"

"Or for the better, enter the house and break the conspiracy." Ze Lin loosened his arm: "If you hear any sound outside, don't be impulsive. Wait for my news."

"In the past, when you acted with your partners, were you always self-centered?" Johanna did not leave Zelin. When she walked past several pastors, her hands clenched into fists: "You shouldn't really think that I am Is it a soldier?"

"No, of course not, because before, my...wife and I acted together, and she and others were always strong..."

Johanna stopped: "She and the others?"

"No, nothing, forget about it." Zelin didn't look back, he waved his hand: "Wait for me here, it shouldn't take too long."

Chapter 2757 Another Priest

Lord Wyton walked into this decayed building, took off his top hat, and pressed it on his chest.

"Lord."

A cultist walked up to Wydon and bent over to him: "It's an honor for you to be here."

Wydon glanced contemptuously at the cultist who still had dirt on his face, and couldn't help holding his breath, as if the air had been polluted: "Someone told me that there is something I need here."

"With magical armor and weapons, yes, yes, we got a lot of good things in the ruins." The cultist rubbed his hands excitedly: "As long as you have money, we can get more belts in the ruins of the city. Equipped with powerful magic."

The Knights Templar have always had their own secrets, and they cannot pin all their hopes on the Knights. Lord Wyton always had a hunch in his heart. The ambition of the Knights is far beyond his imagination.

Waving a hand in front of the tip of his nose, Wydon resisted the discomfort in his heart.

"You don't have to doubt how many coins I have, I can buy all your goods... as long as I am satisfied" He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Take out all your magic weapons and armors. , If I am satisfied, I will give you a copy of... a cooperative project that can make a lot of money."

These cultists with dysentery all over, and the smell of graves on their bodies, are like a group of mad stray dogs, but they calmed down in front of a few pieces of meat.

Wydon gently stroked the tidy goatee, carefully watching them through the gaps in his eyelids, and at the same time preventing the other person from guessing the true thoughts through his own eyes.

"Uh...more money?"

An uncontrollable smile appeared on the face of the cultist.

Lord Wyton snorted softly.

As expected.

If he can take out the fresh meat and order these wild dogs, why should he give them to others?

"What do you need us to do? Explore the ruins? Look for a grave, or, uh... find someone? Our companions are everywhere, no news we don’t know, from Westmar to Enstinger , Even Kaltim and Kurast." A gracious smile appeared on the cultist's face: "There is nothing we don't know."

"No, I need you to do one thing."

Wydon opened his mouth and said a silent word.

Under the night, with both hands holding the edge of the window edge, Ze Lin slowly moved to the right. When he reached the edge of the window edge, he jumped up at the right time and firmly grasped the exposed beams on the other side of the wall. Stepping on the wall, Zelin looked around, making sure that there was no one behind the nearby window, and then jumped back, leaped over the alleyway, and grabbed the eaves of the opposite house.

Suddenly, he heard the creak of pushing the door.

Lowering his head, Zelin saw a wooden door pushed open and a man in a black jacket walked out. Standing at the door, observing the surroundings, and confirming that there were no other people on either side of the alley, he walked to the wooden door to make way. A man dressed as a nobleman walked out the back door, put on a top hat, and walked towards the alley exit under the **** of two attendants.

Behind the black jacket man, several men in light yellow cloaks walked out together, and the last cultist closed the door.

Watching this group of people leave, Zelin sighed lightly. He released his hand and allowed himself to fall under the influence of gravity. He squatted at the moment of landing and landed firmly on the ground.

Holding the door handle, Zelin tried it. The door was unlocked, so he pushed it open.

The room is small, and the layout inside is simple, with only a few simple tables and chairs, and shimmering long swords and shields hung on the decorative frames on the walls.

Walking quickly to the second floor, Zelin saw the desktop with some documents and a few letters at a glance. Here the cultists are walking in a hurry, maybe they are in a hurry to do something. He went to the desk, picked up the letter on it, and tore open the envelope.

Suddenly, he heard a footstep.

Zelin bent forward abruptly, avoided the sickle swept behind him, and while bending over, lifted his leg and kicked it backward.

Bang!

"Huh!"