The bar was empty, with no one in it at the moment. There were only two people, one on each side, sitting in an empty corner, drinking by themselves without any communication. At the bar, a fat middle-aged man sat on a high stool, holding a book in his hand, reading quietly.

Dolai and Kadiya walked in, and the fat middle-aged man turned around. He glanced at Kadiya, then at Dolai, with a professional smile on his face, "Newcomers are here."

The smile was too fake. Dolai complained in his heart, but he also wore a fake mask, so there was no need to laugh at him. Besides, the aura of this person was a little strange, and his intuition told him that this person was dangerous, so he didn't dare to speak.

Cardia walked over slowly, sat opposite the fat middle-aged man, and said, "Well, Doug, I brought a newcomer to help him get acquainted with the way."

Doug looked at Dolai. Just by looking at him, he knew that this guy had disguised himself. It seemed that he had used a disguise potion. Huh.

He immediately became interested. This guy was at least a junior wizard apprentice?

He smiled, took out a notebook, handed it to Cardia, and said, "Here are all the tasks, from high to low."

The surrounding environment was a strange place. If Dolai didn't know what this place was now, he would be too stupid. He was extremely shocked that this small tavern was actually the base of the Domon City Killer Guild.

He felt suffocated in his heart. This was the biggest monster in the underground world, the Killer Guild!

Every profession has a union, except wizards. Blacksmiths have their own blacksmith union, warriors have their own warrior union, hunters have their own hunter union, and knights have their own knight union. Some of these unions are semi-official, and some are purely official. For example, the Warrior Guild is a purely official union, and everything is borne by the Empire, while the Hunter Guild is a semi-official organization, and apart from reporting monthly situations, it is responsible for its own profits and losses. Dolai knew all of this.

The Killer Guild is a pure underground organization, the leader of the dark world. Cartier's second identity is actually a killer.

Dolai felt a little suffocated, and his eyes towards Cartier changed. This guy was very dangerous.

Kadi took the book, looked at it, then shook his head and handed it to Dolai, saying with a strange look, "None of these are suitable for me. There should be something that interests you."

Watching Dolai take the notebook, Cartier leaned on the bar, still smiling calmly, "You should have guessed that this is the assassins' guild. This is the place I told you to make money. Based on what you did last time, this is where you can display your abilities."

Doug glanced at Dole and then at Cartier. He had no idea what this guy was talking about. What big thing had this kid done that he didn't know about?

The Assassin's Guild is also the Intelligence Guild, and it seems like nothing big has happened recently! Just a few unremarkable people died.

Dolai took the notebook in his hand at this time, looked at it carefully, and felt a little heavy in his heart.

shocking.

In this small notebook, each line is a task. Each task involves at least one life. Some tasks require the killing of all the people. On just one piece of paper, there are at least more than thirty lives, with prices clearly marked in the form of silver or gold coins.

Is this the underground world?

Dolai's heart trembled slightly, and soon he read ten lines at a glance and quickly understood what Cartier meant by what he had just said.

"A reward of two gold coins is offered to Captain Ferrer, the captain of the city gate guards."

He made up his mind instantly, raised his head, looked at Doug, and said carefully, "I want to take this task!"

Doug tilted his head and glanced at the task on the notebook. He found it a bit strange. Generally, few people would go to assassinate official figures because it would cause a lot of trouble afterwards. They would rather assassinate some impoverished nobles or professionals.

But as a killer, he didn't think too much about it. He took the notebook from Dolai and asked, "Do you have any information about Ferrer?"

Dole shook his head and said, "No, but I will investigate on my own." He actually did have some information, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. In this place, he needed to be careful.

In the quiet pub, Doug chuckled and said to Cartier, "This little brother you brought is very interesting."

Cardia was still in a lazy state, ignoring Doug, and said to the somewhat vigilant Dolai, "The Killer Guild also provides information, you can buy it. The information of a small captain usually does not exceed 1 gold coin."

When Dolai heard this, he was stunned.

Doug continued Cardia's words and looked at Dole with a questioning look on his professional face. "Our purpose is to provide all services to the killers. The information about Feller is not worth a single gold coin, but 50 silver coins. He is just a small person with some luck."

Dolai was silent at this time. Was this guy hinting something to him?

He thought for a moment and said, "Thank you very much."

For a mission worth two gold coins, the intelligence alone took up a quarter of the gold coins. Being a killer is really a lucrative business.

After exchanging things with Doug and paying the bill, there was no other sound in the quiet pub. It was so quiet that it was a little scary.

Dolai looked around and felt that this place was too depressing. It seemed that this kind of atmosphere was created deliberately, making people feel terrified.

As a person with spiritual expertise, he could sense that there was something inexplicable in the world around him, suppressing something, and he felt a little heavy in his heart.

Today he saw that human life can be sold for money.

With a heavy heart, he and Cartier quickly left the tavern.

As soon as he left the tavern, Cartier's lazy demeanor disappeared and he became cold and solemn again.

They quickly left the avenue and turned into another street.

At this time, Cartier returned to his original appearance, while Dolai still maintained his new appearance.

Cartier was somewhat shocked by Dole's ability to disguise himself, and had many guesses about Dole's methods.

After entering the main road, Cardia whispered as he walked, "There are many services in the Assassin's Guild, such as money laundering, slave trading, various fighting skills, and some wizard meditation methods. As long as you have money, you can buy them. If you need anything, you can buy it inside, but remember to be careful and don't show off your wealth."

Dole nodded.

Cardia patted his shoulder and laughed, "I'm very optimistic about you. In fact, wherever I take you, there will be an introduction fee, so you don't have to worry about me getting something from you. In the future, when your strength improves, we can still form a team. I'm just training you in advance."

Dolai naturally didn't believe him, he just nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Lord Cardia."

The two soon parted ways.

Dole walked towards the East Side.

The streets were very quiet and few people came out at night. Walking along the way, I could hardly see anyone. I could only occasionally see the shadows of the security patrol passing by.

Although the city of Duomon is not chaotic, few people walk around at night. In the dark corners and complex sewers, there may be several corpses lying at any time. It is terribly messy.

No one wants to die outside for no apparent reason.

Duolai walked carefully back to his alley. As soon as he turned a corner, he heard a team of security guards coming from a distance, as if they were about to meet him.

His expression remained unchanged as he walked towards the patrol.

He had changed his attire, wearing ordinary close-fitting clothes with his head exposed, and as expected, he was questioned.