Flames danced in the fireplace, roasting the pine logs and squeezing more turpentine.
The graceful tall candlestick with its flickering candle flame replaced the electric lighting and hid behind a "Mona Lisa" oil painting on the wall. The oil painting was clearly a fake, but the painting was exquisite.
A man in a silver suit and black tie stood in front of the oil painting. He had a cane in his hand, which he used to support his tall body.
There was an angel carved into the handshake of his crutch, with his wings outstretched as he tried to fly higher. However, there were burning flames below. From the flames, several chains appeared and tightly bound Angel"s legs, preventing him from escaping. Angel"s expression was full of pain and struggle, unforgettable.
This image of the Angel of Fire"s blade technique was meticulously detailed and detailed, but it felt extremely depressing. Few people would be willing to bring such repressed works with them. Clearly, the owner of the cane had a unique taste.
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open. A white-bearded old butler walked in and respectfully said to the man: "Sir, the guest has arrived."
"Mm, let him in." The man said indifferently. His voice was deep and deep. Every word was filled with a strange rhythm, like the echo of an empty valley. The sound of his voice echoed in the people"s ears for a long time.
The butler retreated. A moment later, the door was pushed open again. A young man wearing a gorgeous mask and a black suit was ushered into the room by the butler. The butler left. The masked man smiled and said, "Respected Hades, I have a message with me this time. I believe your dark merchants will be interested in buying it."
The man named Hades turned around with an "Oh." In the candlelight was a handsome face. His golden hair was neatly combed back like sunlight, and on his perfect face, a pair of sapphire-like eyes stared intently at the masked man.
"Tell me about it." Hades said lightly.
The dark merchants were the largest underground trading organizations in the mainland. They were known as black merchants and were involved in the trading of intelligence, arms, genetic drugs and various resources. If the guests needed it, they could even provide powerful people to protect their guests, or to a.s.sa.s.sinate their targets.
As for Hades, he was the leader of this underground merchant guild. Of course, only those who weren"t stupid would know that Hades was just a code name. In fact, in the 30 years since the appearance of the dark merchant, no one knew the true ident.i.ty of Hades. All he knew was that in the past thirty years, Hades" appearance had not changed at all, forever maintaining his youthful look.
The masked man took out a tablet computer, and after the computer had raised a picture, he swiped his finger, projecting the picture onto the wall of the room.
This room that seemed like it was from the old era was actually a holographic projection. Although the dark merchants had agents to travel in the wilderness, they served those in need. However, all of the VIP level characters that were numbered less than 10, as well as the trades that they had personally met with Hades, had been done using the information virtual technology. These VIPs all had information terminals of dark merchants installed in their hands. When needed, they used information to enter this virtual s.p.a.ce. No matter where he was, he could reach it with a flick of a finger. It was extremely convenient.
And those who entered the virtual s.p.a.ce, could create a virtual image according to their own needs. As such, the masked guy knew that the man in front of him was not his original appearance. It would be foolish of anyone to trace the true ident.i.ty of Hades from this virtual image.
On the wall, the photos were enlarged. It was a yellow man, a man. He was handsome and the most peculiar thing was that his right eye was like a dazzling golden color. From the pupil of the right eye, it seemed as if a sea of golden flames was burning inside.
"Zero?" Hades knew the man in the picture.
Originally, he was just a silent and colorless mercenary, but after fighting against Parkland"s chaejans, almost everyone on the coastline knew of his existence. The most eye-catching thing was, when the news of Parkland"s successor, Saurun, being killed was spread out, the Dark Council quickly dispatched their high-ranked Blood Knights to this mercenary who dared to challenge the authority of the Council. However, just as Laine, the high-ranked Blood Cavalry, was about to kill this mercenary, as the arch enemy of the Dark Council, Valkyrie of the Heroic Spirit Hall suddenly arrived and took Zero away.
After that, there was no more news of the mercenary.
"That"s right, that"s him." The masked man said, "He is currently training in the new battalion of Asgard"s Doomhammer. Each period of training in the new battalion is three months. By the time he joined, the training had already begun over a month ago. In other words, the training would end in two months. And every new battalion will have a combat exam before they finish their training. The locations of the tests were usually outside of Asgard"s range. They could be found in the territories of the non-humans or in the ruins of some city in the wilderness of the coastline. As for the specific location, I can provide additional information if necessary. I think the Parkland people would be happy to hear about it and pay for it. "
Hades listened quietly and said lightly, "Tell me your price."
The masked man nodded with a small pen. His fingers moved across the tablet, then he typed in a line of numbers and moved the computer in front of Hades.
The dark merchants usually used a type of data called Credibility Point to exchange funds between the buyers and sellers. Credibility points issued by dark merchants may be regarded as bearer debts. For the first time, a customer could use the mainland"s currency and the Dark Merchant"s reputation points that allowed them to purchase items of equal value, to be used for the payment of the first time. When the customer needed it, she could also exchange the Reputation points on her hands for a large amount of cash from the dark merchants. In the thirty years that the dark merchants had been active, they had never failed.
Good reputation is the basis for business to act, so both buyers and sellers now acknowledge the credibility point of this mode of operation. The string of numbers the masked man had typed was also a point of credibility. After a simple glance, Hades pressed the confirm b.u.t.ton. Thus, the numbers began to count down to zero, and when it returned to zero, the set of numbers would be added to the masked man"s private account.
"I"m very happy to work with you. After we determine the location of the exam, I will send the correct information to your computer. The additional information is completely free of charge, and we look forward to our next collaboration. " The masked man said goodbye politely.
After he left the room, Hades turned to the empty room and said, "Contact the person from the Parkland Merchants. Tell him that we already have the information he wants!"