future

It was rare for the sun to be seen in the North today. The sunlight shone down from the high dome of the cathedral, reflecting the white snow. A faint song sounded in my ears.

When people step into this place, their souls become quiet. No matter when, this majestic and magnificent building is always a holy place for believers.

“You did a great job.”

The Pope looked through the reports written by three church members. The three reports summarized the entire picture of the incident from different angles.

"Mason...Newtown..."

The Pope thought for a moment and said, "Do you want to go to the new town?"

"I obey your wishes."

The clergymen below the altar bowed their heads, their postures as respectful as ever.

The Pope smiled slightly, as if he had seen through the other party's disguise: "No need for these polite words, I want to know what you think. Aiden, I'm sorry about your father's affairs. If you want to seek a new beginning, the new town will be a good choice."

The other party then raised his head and showed his signature frown: "I am willing to go."

"Then go ahead, the new town needs a church."

"Count Yanan hates the church, he won't agree."

"What he hates is not the church, but the invasion of power behind the church. I will write to him and tell him about this. I believe the count will give me face. As for the reason..."

The Pope put down the report in his hand. The first page described in gorgeous words the conversation between Mason, Canaan and Poison in the front hall.

Canaan is a mysterious place, and they have a closer connection than the church. But it doesn’t matter, since the Lord of all things and all powers recognizes his position, no matter who he is or where he is, he will be the Son of the Church.

"In the name of protecting the Son of God, how about that?"

"I understand. You don't plan to recall His Royal Highness the Holy Son?"

"The South is a good place. Let Canaan stay there for a while. He will get what he wants there."

"I see."

After the poison wore off, Church turned around and looked directly at the faceless statue in the sunlight.

The statue stood still, and the gaps on its body seemed to be a little bigger. The chains were tightly wrapped around the statue, and endless golden threads flowed out from the gaps, connecting all the believers.

The most threads were connected to the Pope and penetrated into his body. The latter knelt before the statue, closed his eyes and prayed silently.

"My Lord, please look ahead at my path and tell me the way to the future. I will follow you forever. Horrible things fear your glory. Please strengthen my faith and clarify my will..."

His prayers merged with the ethereal hymns to form a wonderful and moving melody. This sound did not seem to be made by a human being. The silk threads wrapped around the Pope were like strings, playing beautiful notes along with his prayers.

They flow beneath the Pope's skin, and at first glance, he looks like a tiny doll stuffed with gold thread.

The gods looked down upon their followers, as they had done for countless years, listening to the unspeakable secrets hidden in their hearts.

After his last prayer, the Pope looked up at God. When he first saw him, he was still a young man full of vigor and vitality, but now his appearance has become that of a child, and his soul has grown old in this church.

He clearly felt that his life was slipping away. It was impossible for humans to bear the majesty of God. Compared with his predecessors, the Pope had lived too long. He had also been prepared. Staring at the statue, he sighed softly.

“Lord, please tell me if I have made the right choice.”

In the silence, the gods stood there silently without answering his questions.

......

After the church members left, Mason and his friends also had to return to New Town.

For safety reasons, Mason put Canaan and [Confession] together. The pollutant was very unhappy, but unfortunately the resistance was ineffective and he had to swallow the bitter pill.

Seeing the opponent's true strength, it didn't dare to run away. This silver-haired human may seem ordinary, but in fact he is a terrifying being.

[Confession] He stole a glance at Canaan, responded to Mason's orders listlessly, and personally escorted them out of the wilderness.

The group returned to New Town. For safety reasons, Mason sent the expedition team to Wormwood for examination. Although Canaan had healed his wounds, these bloodline people had been captured for too long, so it was better to be careful.

The bloodline members agreed with Mason's decision and were touched by his thoughtfulness. When they arrived at Wormwood's house, Mason knocked on the door and was surprised to find that Wormwood was not in the house.

Because of his appearance, Absinthe has always been somewhat self-conscious and rarely goes out since arriving in the new town. Mason couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he asked people along the way and found the trace of the other party.

Absinthe was actually by the river, and when she saw Mason, she happily called out, "Master Mason!"

"How did you get here?"

"We are testing cement. I tried to make a sample according to your formula. This material solidifies quickly when you stop stirring it, so we simply use the riverside as an experimental site."

Mason's eyes lit up. What Absinthe was talking about was the properties of cement. Could it be that she had really figured it out?

He looked at the experiment with expectation. It was a gray mixture that looked unremarkable, but it looked very friendly to Mason. Wormwood stirred nervously and waited. The mixture gradually hardened and finally formed a solid block.

“Successfully…!”

"You guys are amazing. You actually developed cement in such a short time!"

Mason couldn't help but smile brilliantly. Cement is absolutely crucial to construction projects. With cement, he is confident that the progress of the new town can be increased several times.

"You have done a great job, Wormwood. What reward do you want?"

Seeing Mason's excitement, Absinthe pursed his lips and smiled: "I just made some changes to the formula you provided. Mr. Mudd helped me a lot, and it's all his credit."

The tall bloodline person beside her shook his head and said, "I just cooperated with Miss Wormwood. I didn't do much."

"It's different. New Town implements a reward system based on merit. If you make a contribution, you will be rewarded. Tell me, what do you want?"

Hearing Mason say this, Mad was no longer humble: "I have a new understanding when I was assisting Miss Wormwood. If possible, I want to get a flaming turtle."

The boy was a little surprised: "You are going to be promoted?"

Mad nodded stupidly, looking a little embarrassed. The promotion of bloodline people requires a lot of pollution, and the most common method is to absorb monster corpses again. This method has a high probability of failure, but it is the easiest to do.

Mason agreed without hesitation: "No problem, I'll bring one for you next time I go to Ya'an City."

The Bloodline was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!"

Mason smiled and waved his hands, then turned to look at Wormwood: "What about you, as the biggest contributor, what do you want?"

Although there is a formula, the details of making cement are all up to Absinthe. Mason is confident in his verbal description, because he can't make it after listening to it. No matter the time or quality, Absinthe has done his best to make it as fast and as good as possible, and he totally deserves the best award.

"It is my duty. I am grateful that you were willing to build me a pharmacy."

"These are two different things. As the pharmacist of the territory, you should have a pharmacy. How about this, since you don't want anything now, save the reward first. When you want something later, you can tell me directly."

"Um!"

Absinthe nodded heavily, the sunlight shone on the boy's eyes and brows, and he seemed to be glowing.

This made Absinthe feel better. She didn't want anything, just to maintain her current life.

The new town is a good place, and everyone is a good person. Compared to her previous life with her father, Absinthe is now full of gratitude.

After resolving the reward issue, Mason inquired carefully about the situation with the cement and had a general idea in mind.

The material of cement requires high temperature, and it is not possible to mass produce it with the ability of the bloodline people alone. It has to wait until the furnace is built before it can be put into use.

After Wormwood checked the missing bloodline and confirmed that there was nothing serious wrong with him, Rambo brought another piece of good news.

During his visit, he reached a trade agreement with another viscount, whose territory had limestone mines that could become a stable source of supply.

Clay can be dug directly from the river, so all the materials are solved. The furnace can be completed in two or three days. Mason is very excited. The house is fine, and it is very interesting when combined with the plants. But he can't stand these dirt roads for a day!

He missed the smooth and open road so much that when he thought about taking a carriage to go out, Mason just wanted to use the portal.

Build! Build a lot! Just when Mason was daydreaming, Roland, who was working as an office clerk, reminded him quietly: "Master, we don't have enough manpower."

Mason was stunned for a moment: "Olih can at least create a hundred clones, why are they not enough?"

Roland counted on his fingers: "We need people everywhere. The land needs irrigation every day, people are needed to dig clay, and two teams are needed to transport ore. Your other territory now has no viscount and needs the protection of bloodline people. Orihe's clone can't reach such a far place."

"The Viscount's existing subordinates need to be managed. The production of cement requires a large amount of iron ore, so more miners must be sent. The population needs shelter and food, so we must further expand the territory and increase the number of gatherers and hunters."

"In order to protect the hunting team, we must send more bloodline warriors to clear the monsters in the territory..."

What good would a hundred men do in such a case?

The biggest challenge is still people.

Very short staffed.

Mason rubbed his forehead, wondering where he would get so many people.

"Let's first publicize the strategy of accepting people. As long as they are useful, the new town can accept them."

Roland hesitated to speak: "Master, if we accept everyone like this, what if someone with ulterior motives or a spy sneaks in and threatens Xinzhen?"

"Leave it to me. You just need to recruit people."

Seeing the young man's confident look, Roland was no longer worried. At worst, Mr. Profligate was still there, so there would be no problem. He readily accepted the task. Looking at Roland's receding back, Mason breathed a sigh of relief, and a new plan emerged in his mind.

What is the best way to solve manpower problems?

The answer is mechanization!

Automatic irrigation machine, lawn mower, drilling machine, mining machine, underground mine car...

Science and technology are the primary driving force for development, and the strength of the Mechanical City is undoubtedly the best answer. Mason locked himself in his room and pondered for a whole week.

After reading five full sheets of paper, No. 1 gave a positive answer: "These are not difficult."

Before Mason could be overjoyed, the robot calmly added: "But I can't finish it."

Mason was very confused: "Why?"

Number One looked at him in disbelief: "These things are indeed not difficult, but can you see how many you want?"

He pointed to the first line of the note and read: "A sprinkler device for automatic irrigation that can swing the sprinkler and automatically turn on the irrigation area in the morning and evening."

Mason said confidently: "Yes, the requirements are clearly written."

No. 1: "A machine with a drill that can dig for minerals and automatically identify iron ore for collection."

Mason asked back: "This shouldn't be difficult for the Mechanical City. You've even made an artificial human, so why are you afraid of this?"

Number One's mouth twitched. "The machine used to mix cement has a circular carriage that can pour the mixed cement to the required location."

"Cement solidifies easily. Cement trucks are necessary to build long roads."

"A cylindrical machine that can flatten the road surface, used in making cement pavement."

Mason wasted no time in introducing it: “I call it a steamroller.”

"A two-wheeled machine that can be ridden and driven forward by pedals will facilitate residents' daily activities."

The boy's eyes were filled with a hint of doubt: "What's the problem?"

"......"

There are so many questions, almost every sentence is a question!

The contents of these five pieces of paper range from infrastructure construction to automatic sweeping robots, covering everything from infrastructure clerical work.

Number One organized his words and finally expressed his confusion: "How can you make such an abstract request in such concrete language?"

Mason hesitated for a moment and answered sincerely, "This is probably what is called Party A."

"A what?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing. You really can't do it? I'm not a professional, so I can only describe it this way."

The boy smiled dryly and changed the subject, trying to get away with it. Number One always felt like he had missed something, and looked at the other person suspiciously and said.

"I can do it. But I only have one analyzer, which means it can only do one thing at a time. Got it? Too many tasks slows me down."

Mason regretfully discarded the five-page list and picked out the most important machines. Looking at these precious notes, he asked reluctantly, "Can't we do all of them?"

Number One rolled his eyes in a very un-human way: "Unless you bring the Master and the Mechanical City over here."

Hiss, it seems...it’s not impossible?

Ham will be contaminated by black mist as soon as it comes out, so it can't be counted on now. But the Mechanical City can! They have perfect infrastructure, a large number of researchers and advanced technology, and are undoubtedly the best choice for scientific experiments.

Number One didn't realize what kind of door he had opened for the other party. He picked up the five pieces of paper and turned away. He didn't want to see this young master for the time being. Even though he was not a human, the other party really didn't treat him as a human!

The android felt that he needed to go back to Shuijing and ask other androids to take care of the parts for him. The prerequisite was that he completed the work assigned by the other party and researched these things.

Although she said it harshly, after going back to her room and carefully reading the plans, she couldn't help but marvel at the perfection of the other party's ideas.

To be fair, any one of these devices would be useless on its own.

For example, a bicycle cannot be ridden on a rough dirt road, and sharp rocks may puncture the tire at any time. But when combined with a concrete road, it immediately becomes a good means of transportation.

If you want to build a large number of cement roads, you need cement machines and road rollers. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that these machines belonged to a complete system, cooperating with each other in an orderly manner.

The principles of these machines were not complicated, and No. 1 could figure them out, but he definitely could not think of so many and so many perfect ones at the same time.

Is this what is called talent? Or did Mason have a plan for what to do from the beginning? After much thought, No. 1 finally came to a conclusion.

If Mason was a gifted mechanic, he was one who looked down.

Geniuses are born different from ordinary people. The simplest thing is that it is difficult for ordinary people to empathize with them. It is painful to follow a genius. No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to see the scenery in his eyes and reach the height he is at.

But Mason is different. Everything he does is for ordinary people. Whether it is studying these machines, opening up territories, or issuing decrees. The boy stands on a high place with outstanding abilities in his hands. But his eyes are always looking down.

It's easy to look up; everyone is climbing higher.

It is difficult to look down, because it is difficult for people standing on high places not to be arrogant.

After reaching this conclusion, the android was silent for a while and sighed slightly.

Ham is a very talented mechanic, and as his masterpiece, No. 1 has an emotional system that is almost the same as that of an ordinary person.

Therefore, when he realized this, a feeling of "complexity" suddenly surged in his heart about mechanical production.

He picked up a pen and began to sketch. As his idea became more refined, he seemed to see a glorious city rising.

Convenient transportation, developed economy, perfect integration of cement, machinery and plants, have created an extremely comfortable city. This urban structure is even more hierarchical, enough to be engraved in history and thus affect the future construction of the entire human city.

If this idea can really be realized, the new town may bring unprecedented shock to the world. Is this what the boy wants to see?

Number One stared at the drawings and found himself actually looking forward to it.

......

The chief culprit was completely unaware of how his idea had inspired Number One's imagination, and he was busy choosing a gift.

Take the method of making cement, take the money, and don't forget the most important thing... Mason picked and chose, and finally put together a gift that can be presented.

Olivia sat in the room, biting a piece of sweet candy. All the clones had been sent to the appropriate places. As the first hero, Olivia was responsible for guarding Mason's room and ensuring the safety of the residence when he was away.

The girl did not participate in the development of cement, but she knew the preciousness of this material from Rambo. To put it bluntly, Mason could become a wealthy man with his formula.

The girl asked vaguely, "Are you going to give these things to others? They can buy lots of desserts."

Mason put the last item into the box, smiled and patted her head. "Even if we give these things to others, we can still buy a lot of desserts. But when these things spread, more people will be able to earn a little more money and taste what desserts taste like."

It's a good thing that these foundational things are passed on. The role of cement is not in the upper layers, but in looking down.

The rich will still live in marble mansions, but ordinary people can leave their thatched houses and live in sturdy houses that are warm in winter and cool in summer at a lower cost. When the infrastructure of the new town is effective, more people will follow suit. More and more people will build roads, and transportation will become more and more convenient.

Trade, communication, transportation and even the fight against smog will benefit.

By then, more machines will be made. Fashionable and interesting items will be sold to the rich, and inventions that are large in quantity and useful will be convenient for ordinary people. The new town will always be in the forefront, and those behind will also be able to drink soup and eat meat.

"It's your stuff anyway, so you're responsible for deciding what to do with it."

Ollie didn't understand his plan and blinked her blue eyes. Mason laughed and didn't explain anything more. He had his own plan in mind, and cement was just the first step. Those people had better take the initiative to find out the secret of cement, otherwise he would need to spread it himself.

The boy closed the box, and his features were covered by the flickering candlelight, and his features became extremely soft. He was not yet at the age where he would have any sharp features, and his bloodline was plant-based, which made him look even more calm.

"That's about it. Contact Oleus and have him send her through the portal."

The blonde girl tilted her head and looked at him, then suddenly said, "Mason, you look so tired."

"Hmm? Is there?"

"Yeah, you look like you're being chased by something, and you don't stop to rest."

Mason was stunned for a moment, then he touched his face subconsciously. Did he look tired? Maybe, after all, he had been running non-stop since he came into this world.

From the beginning, he was afraid of the black mist curse and wanted to stand up from the bed. Later, he worked hard to protect the people around him, and now he is facing the huge shadow cast by the monster lord. When he came to his senses, he changed from a person who just wanted to survive to a person standing at the front of the crowd, with people standing behind him who wanted to protect, needed protection, and tried their best to protect.

The girl stared at him. Her eyes were like crystal, reflecting the boy's figure. Perhaps even Mason himself did not realize that he never had the lightness of his peers, but a solemnity and depth that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life. Why was this so? Ollie did not understand. But she knew one thing, and she should tell the other party.

"You've done a great job."

she said.

"You don't have to never leave yourself room to breathe."

Mason smiled. He always did more than what Orih saw. Even if the vests looked like different individuals, in the end, he was the only one manipulating them. The effort he put into it was unimaginable. The boy quietly covered up his traces and spoke gently.

“Not enough.”

"Not enough?"

"Yeah, this is far from what I want."

Ollie was puzzled: "What do you want?"

What does he want?

Mason's eyes once again reappeared those familiar scenes. The life he had lived in the era before the Black Mist and the era of God's Blessing was probably the life he had dreamed of traveling through time. The longer he stayed in the Black Mist era, the more he understood the difference between the two. If those two eras were compared to brilliant porcelain, then the Black Mist era was a pile of precarious tiles that would be shattered to pieces if he was not careful.

"Olih."

The boy's voice became very gentle and he smiled at the girl with a look of vague nostalgia.

"Have you ever seen elves? They have pointy ears and walk in the jungle. Dragons fly in the sky, and all kinds of races live together on this land. There may be disputes, but they will eventually be resolved. Everyone is free to decide what they want to do. The gods are very close to the earth. You can knock on the door of any house and ask the owner for a glass of wine."

“I want everyone who lived through the Dark Ages to see that view.”

This was undoubtedly a fantasy to Orih.

"That's impossible. Those species are extinct and we will never see them again."

"No, it is possible."

Mason corrected her patiently: "When the black fog dissipates, humans will be able to leave the land of bullets and embrace freedom and hope again. No one needs to be sacrificed to survive, and everyone helps each other. Just like what is engraved on the jade tablet in Xinzhen, not everyone is a good person, but everyone maintains the minimum bottom line. Of course, the era before the black fog and the era of God's favor were not necessarily all good. We can learn from each other's strengths, correct those mistakes, and make the future better."

"This road is long. We may not see it, but our descendants, our children and grandchildren, and future generations of humankind will have a chance. No, we will definitely see it."

They will see a sky full of stars instead of glowing corpses. They will be bathed in the sun and moon instead of vicious eyes. There is no need to worry about whether they will change. Even if they survive the Dark Age, those who survive will be taken care of safely.

"No matter what the world becomes by then, it will definitely be better than it is now."

Ollie was confused, so the boy asked her with a smile: "Is the milk cake delicious?"

The blonde girl nodded: "Delicious!"

"By then, you'll have an endless supply of milk cakes to eat."

"Wow! Really? I want to try it!"

"Okay, I'll treat you to an all-you-can-eat meal then."

Mason ruffled the other's long hair helplessly, there was nothing he could do about this greedy guy. The two chatted and laughed, the atmosphere was harmonious.

Outside the door, Roland stood there quietly, holding a stack of documents in his hand.

He came to report on internal affairs, but accidentally overheard the conversation between the two people, and was overwhelmed with thoughts.

That kind of world... how wonderful it would be. His wife would not die in the mouth of the pollution beast, and she would even have two lovely children. He would love them more than his own life, watch the children marry and have children, and then spend the rest of his long, ordinary and happy life with his wife.

The Bloodline Man thought blankly until the night wind blew across his cheeks, bringing a hint of moisture. He came back to his senses and silently chanted his wife's name in his heart.

This is a really good wish.

Master Mason is a capable man who has created various miracles step by step in the new town. If this wish can be realized, he is willing to follow him for the rest of his life.

......

Partington, Black Forest Tavern.

Regardless of day or night, the tavern is always full of noise. The firewood in the fireplace is burning, adding a touch of liveliness to the tavern at night. The aroma of strong liquor is mellow. Since the Partington Mutation, the people in the Black District have become more unrestrained. From time to time, you can see mild mutants coming in and out, and everyone can get unrestrained freedom.

There is only one thing. No matter how outrageous, everyone stays away from the second floor. Even the most frivolous bastards will ignore the jokes that encourage them. Although the owner of the Black Forest is an outstanding beauty.

People always make the strong mysterious. If she has been hiding behind the veil, she must be either a peerless beauty or an ugly ghost. Relatively speaking, the public would of course prefer to believe the latter.

Bai didn't take these rumors seriously. He leaned against the bed curtains, his posture lazy and charming. The boy was in his growth spurts, and his figure was slender. The dress he bought at a high price was as light as clouds, casting a vague silhouette on the gauze curtain.

When his parents were alive, Bai would never have thought that one day he would master the skills of dressing women. Facts have proved that fate can change many things, but now Bai no longer believes in fate, he only believes in what he can hold in his hands.

"...This is the information you want."

He collected his thoughts and answered the other party's question with a female voice disguised as a pollutant. The other party thanked him respectfully and then turned and walked out. A waiter took him away from the second floor. Bai irritably shook his tail. As the owner of the Black Forest Tavern, answering questions always consumed more energy. He just wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but he suddenly jumped up from the bed and stared at the door.

The wooden door was wrapped with bright red lines, forming an intricate and gorgeous pattern that looked like eyes gazing at him silently.

The bright red snake pupils shrank into a line, and it hissed and stuck out its tongue to express hostility. During the confrontation, a line of words suddenly appeared on the door.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to deliver something."

The door creaked open, and the other side of the door led to endless darkness. The hazy mist tried to break free from its restraints, but was suppressed again and again by the red lines. A phantom black veil spit out from the door, and the mere sight of it made people feel dazed. The room was immediately plunged into a hazy illusion.

"This is the veil of the goddess of night. It can conceal her aura. It needs to be purified every month. You can give it to me directly. Also, you can ask me to do anything else you need."

This was specially prepared by Mason for Bai. The forces in Partington were mixed, and if something unexpected happened, Bai could use the veil to escape in time.

A human-like smiling face appeared on the black door. Bai took the gauze and felt that there was something inside. He opened the gauze and found a wooden box inside.

"What is this?"

Bai opened the veil, took out the things inside and flipped through a few pages, his expression becoming very solemn.

He hadn't expected that what Mason had sent was such an important thing. No one knew its value better than him. If it was released, it would surely attract countless people to scramble for it.

“This is so precious.”

The portal replied nonchalantly, "Oh, don't worry. The method of making this thing is not complicated, and you can imitate it with a little experience. It won't be long before these things become street vendors. Until then, they can be used as your bargaining chip, so use them to your heart's content."

Bai let out a long breath: "I understand. Thank Mason for me. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There is one thing indeed. Can you contact someone in Newtown? Mason wants to contact the Mecha City."

Mechanical city?

Bai frowned. "They are not welcome in Partington now. All the shops on Commercial Street are closed. I need some time to contact them. What does Mason want to do with them?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, let me know when you find someone."

The portal had never been patient with anyone other than Orelius. But when it came to an out-of-control pollutant, Bai didn't ask for much. The two sides quickly reached an agreement, and the black gate disappeared into the void. Bai stared at that place for a moment, then stood up.

A moment later, a dark figure walked out from the back door of the tavern.

He made a simple disguise and walked towards the deepest part of the black area with a clear goal. The light shone into the dark and narrow corridor, hiding the dirt and darkness. Hyenas were either wandering in groups of three or two on the streets, or hiding in the dark and lurking. Any lamb who dared to step into this place easily would be taught a bloody lesson, and entering alone was taboo.

They immediately locked onto this new target, and after seeing the mutated parts vaguely exposed under the cloak, the hyenas tutted and unanimously chose to give up on this tough nut to crack.

God knows whether these mutants will completely lose control in the middle of the process. They don't want to die because of a robbery. Of course, the opponent's strong strength is also an important reason. Bai ignored those malicious eyes and walked towards a tall building.

It stands out among the gangsters and was originally the base of the Violet faction. Later, other factions fell one after another, and this place became a branch of the Black Forest Tavern.

All the shameful intelligence was sold here, and the content was even more shameless. As soon as I entered the door, the pungent smell of tobacco hit me in the face. The unpleasant smell of alcohol, sweat and tobacco made people dizzy, and the drunkards laughed and boasted to each other. Bai passed by two drunkards who were fighting and burping and cheering, and came to the bar. The bartender was wiping the wine glass with a not-so-clean rag, and he looked up lazily at the situation.

"What do you want, mate?"

Bai lowered his voice: "I'll have a glass of absinthe, with one third of coffee and bay leaves."

The bartender kept smiling: "Would you like some lime?"

"No, I only drink rum."

The bartender nodded and whispered, "Wait for me in the back."

Bai stood up silently and walked to the back room. Soon, the bartender came over from the bar and took him into the wine cellar. The former turned the bottle, and a secret passage appeared on the floor. Following the secret passage to the end was a room. A hoarse voice came from the room, which was indescribably eerie.

"What information do you want to buy?"

Bai pulled down his hood and looked into the room coldly: "Come out and see me, Old Ka."

The other party was obviously startled, and hurried out of the door. It was an old man with a hunched back, and his face was full of flattery: "Boss, why did you come here in person?"

This little old man looks unremarkable, but he is actually a loyal subordinate of Violet, and controls two-thirds of the market resources. He was rescued by Violet, and has lived in the black area since he was a child. Now that he has power, he is still unwilling to leave, so he works part-time as a receptionist here.

"I have something I need you to do."

"It is my honor to work for the boss. No matter what you ask me to do, I will definitely complete it!"

"Don't be cunning."

Bai threw the recipe to the other party, and no emotion could be heard in his calm tone.

"Go test this formula. If it really works, I want to see it appear in Partington's mall as quickly as possible. Do you understand?"

"No problem, you can trust Lao Ka's work. There is no one in the entire black area who is more reliable than me."

Bai ignored the other party's boasting and said, "One more thing. Is there any news from the Mechanical City?"

"They announced that they would expel Heisez and no longer recognize him as a member of the Mechanical City. In order to appease the resentment of the Noble Association, the researchers agreed to temporarily open the Mechanical City to the outside world. The specific time is set in one month."

"Can opening up to the outside world for a while make up for Partington's losses? That's ridiculous."

"There's no other way. Since the Mechanical City controls the exclusive technology, no one can offend them."

What I mean is, if you want to get in touch with the Mechanical City, there is no better opportunity than this.

Bai knocked on the table several times and said in a tone that brooked no refusal: "Give me two spots."