Oath City Opos is very large. As a battlefield between the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League, a large amount of money is invested in this city every year. Accordingly, countless strangers come from afar.
Together we build this crazy city.
During the sixty-six years of its establishment, Opos has continued to expand outwards, like a wild forest growing savagely, dividing into many urban areas.
The urban areas distributed along the core of the Great Fissure are collectively called Inner Opos, and the urban areas on its outer edge are called Outer Opos. The newly built urban area where Boluogo lives, Shenbei District, can be considered as such.
Part of Outer Opus.
The Landing district is also a member of the outer city of Opos. It is located at the very edge of Opos. The Rhine River, which rises from the north of the Rhine League and meanders through Opos, breaks away from Opos here.
, for this reason, Landing District has the largest wharf in Opos, which is an important part of Opos river transportation.
Leave from the dock and go north along the Rhine River, passing through several important urban areas in Opos. Heading south, you will reach the seaport, the free port, from where you can easily reach the Kogadel Empire by sea.
David hung up the phone call on Kedening and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of him with gloomy eyes.
As the edge of Opos, the sky here is not so gloomy yet. You can see the afterglow of the distant horizon. The golden light shines over and hits the stained floor-to-ceiling windows, casting countless broken shadows.
David lit up a cigarette, turned around and walked into the factory. It was a busy scene inside, with workers moving goods everywhere. The air was filled with a fishy smell, and what was worse was that it was mixed with the stench of decay.
Waves of whipping sounded, and David walked down the iron ladder. He saw the man being hung up, his upper body naked, and his back was full of bloody scars left by the whipping. The blood soaked into his trousers and dripped down.
David frowned and asked loudly.
"Bill, what's going on?"
"Boss, he stole the goods." The bald man holding a whip replied.
"ah?"
David's brows were almost twisted together. He walked down the iron ladder, came to Bill's side, and then raised his head to look at the hung man.
"Are you that hungry?" David asked.
The man's expression was distorted, and he didn't know whether it was because of pain or hunger, but tears welled up in his eyes.
"I...I can't help it."
"Ah, that's it."
David nodded and walked to an open wooden box nearby, which was filled with straw and some small boxes. Inside the small boxes were carefully preserved liquid elixirs.
Taking out a potion at random, David said to the bald head.
"Put him down."
Bill nodded without questioning anything and let go of the rope. The man screamed and fell into the sticky blood, whimpering in pain.
"I am a very open-minded boss. If you are hungry, just ask."
David said loudly, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked here.
"You're very hungry, aren't you," David said with a smile on his face, looking at the man who kept nodding, "Then I'll let you eat until you're full."
As he spoke, he dropped the liquid spirit potion in his hand. The dark red potion mixed with the sticky blood, exuding a disgusting smell.
The man was stunned for two seconds. He didn't care about his own pain or the disgusting situation. He pounced on it and licked it vigorously. Even if his tongue was cut by the broken glass, he would not stop.
"I hope that we all respect our cooperation. I contribute money and everyone contributes. This is great. There are not many bosses who dare to hire devils these days, right?"
David walked around the man, picked up a crowbar standing next to him, and played with it in his hand.
"But! Cooperation has a prerequisite, that is, we must abide by the rules. As long as it is within the rules, I am willing to win-win with everyone. But if it goes beyond the rules...then I can only say sorry."
David stopped, and the next second he suddenly swung the crowbar and hit the man on the head.
With a muffled sound, the man's head deflated directly. After suffering such a heavy blow, he was surprisingly still able to move. The roar of a wild beast sounded from his mouth, but then a strange arc appeared on David's body, and again
It was a sharp blow.
This was several times more powerful than before, and the man immediately became silent. However, this was not the end. As if venting his anger, David kept beating him until the man became a bloody mess, and his death could no longer be complete.
David was panting, with blood spots everywhere on his body. He lifted the blood-stained crowbar, and his bald head took the crowbar in time. Then David opened his hands and looked at everyone present.
"So, that's it! If you follow the rules, everyone will make money. If you don't, then that's all I can do."
No one responded, everyone remained silent.
"Then I will take it as your acquiescence, and then...work! Work quickly! Efficiency is everything!"
David shouted, and like pressing the start button of a machine, everyone started moving, carrying goods, loading them into boxes in batches, and then stacking them into containers.
"Huh, this kind of job of ordering people still needs to be done by Ke Denning."
David complained. He still missed his old job, where he could make money as long as he killed people. Although it was not that dangerous now, David didn't like this status quo.
Comfort made him feel very uncomfortable.
At this time, Bill patted David on the shoulder, and David looked at him with an angry look, as if he was about to punch someone.
"Boss, there..."
The bald man quickly raised his hand and pointed forward. David looked over and saw a vague figure standing in the gap between the iron gates of the factory. He seemed to have noticed David's gaze and waved.
David narrowed his eyes, blew out the smoke from his mouth, and muttered in a low voice.
"A rare visitor."
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"So are there any new orders now?"
In the office on the top floor of the factory, David leaned against the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the man behind the desk.
"There are no orders. Just like before, stock up as much goods as possible and then evacuate. In order to avoid being noticed by the Bureau of Order, we will attract the attention of the Bureau of Order on the night of the evacuation so that you can escape from Opos smoothly."
The man was wearing a dark coat, his face hidden in the shadow of a top hat, "With such a large amount of soul-containing liquid elixir, no matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful."
"Such a large amount of goods... Speaking of which, if you want souls, wouldn't it be better to transport them directly with the Philosopher's Stone? You have to add those strange Mammon coins and refine them into liquid, which will only increase the transportation cost.
ah."
David looked lazy and complained about the trouble.
"Or is it about the so-called conversion efficiency? A liquefied soul can have a greater effect than a solid soul...or is there some Mammon coin at play?"
Mammon coins seem to have some weird properties. Once they are separated from Opos, they will turn into ordinary metals. Their processing can only be done in Opos. Unfortunately, David is not an alchemist, so he can't.
Explore it further.
"Are you testing me? David."
The man's voice became colder, exuding waves of chill.
"It's nothing, I'm just curious. After all, you have come back and done so many things... This thing can be used in military affairs and can also be used to raise a large number of demons. I will inevitably be curious."
In front of the man, David looked like a little brother, and he was afraid of causing the man's anger.
"Of course, forget it if you don't want to say it. The more you know, the faster you will die. I still understand this kind of thing."
He looked respectful and then asked quietly.
"But...when can I get the remaining money?"
The man snorted coldly, picked up the suitcase, and placed it on the desk.
"Wow."
David cheered, picked up the suitcase, stroked it carefully, and was about to open it and look through it, but he stopped again and put the suitcase at his feet with a smile on his face.
"Why don't you open it and take a look?" the man asked.
"I believe in the credibility of the King's Secret Sword, and I also believe in you, Lord Ghoul."
David's face almost bloomed. He raised his chin with both hands and carefully looked at the man in front of him.
He has not met the "ghoul" many times, and the information he knows is pitiful. Apart from the code name of the "ghoul" and the identity of the king's secret sword, he knows nothing.
As for the man's face... David stared at the man, but the man's face seemed to be covered by a floating black mist, making it impossible to peek at it.
This is a method of disguise, common among extraordinary organizations. They have no names, only code names, and their faces are covered by various strange masks. David guessed that the fog on the man's face is also a kind of "mask".
"By the way, why did you come to me in person? Doesn't Kedening usually contact you?"
David asked, "Human-loving" is not large in scale. It can be said that it is a temporary mercenary organization formed just for the order of the King's Secret Sword. Among them, Kedening has always been the leader, working closely with the King's Secret Sword.
Kedening has always been responsible for the exchange of swords, but now the "ghoul" suddenly came to him.
He thought about some bad things, but his face still maintained the joy of wealth.
"David, you and Codenin have known each other for a long time, right?"
The man did not answer, but asked about his relationship with Kedening.
"That's right," David recalled, "probably...student days? Anyway, it's been too long. You asked me to think about it. I can't think of it for a while. What's wrong?"
"So... David, you are a mercenary, right? As long as you have the right price, you can do anything." The man asked again.
David was stunned for a moment, his face turned cold, and his tone lost respect.
"Are you going to get rid of Kedening?"
"He is not a qualified mercenary. He thinks about performing all day long, and he has a woman as a burden. He is indeed very good at what he does, but he also attracts too many people's attention...I want to use him as bait, Order Bureau
Already aware of the problem, we must give the Bureau of Order an 'end' so that they can feel at ease."
The man crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and spoke indifferently.
"Anyway, with the shipment of the goods, the mission of 'Human-loving' has come to an end... Do you have any opinions on this?"
David frowned, an expression he would show whenever he was troubled, his whole face twisted together in distress.
"Ah... Ke Dening is going to die. I quite like him. I often tell him that if he doesn't do this, he might become a good artist."
David was confused.
"But you are right. There is nothing we can do about it. After all, we are mercenaries. If we are not professional enough, we will end up like this."
David lowered his head, kept mumbling, scratched his head in distress, and made a mess of his hair.
Suddenly, he suddenly raised his face, his sorrow was gone, and he was filled with a smile.
"I don't have any problem with one less person sharing the money."