The broken crimson moon still hangs high in the sky, without changing whether it is day or night.

But the gray fog that enveloped the entire black city became thinner and almost indistinguishable at some point.

The streets that were empty in the past can now be seen with a few people.

It's true! Today of every month is Black City's Safety Day. Not only will half-dead creatures not appear, but underground miners will also get a short rest.

"call……"

Carl let out a long breath, tightened the things in his hands, and headed straight for the Laka market.

The dangers in Black City are not limited to the half-dead creatures.

There are still living people!

The safety day in January brought in far more people than usual into the market, and the bustling voices could be heard from afar.

Karl squeezed through the crowd and stopped in front of the stall, frowning:

"Cologne?"

This is a traditional stall in Cologne, but now the stall owner has been replaced by a skinny teenager.

"Do you know Uncle Cologne?"

The young man looked up, stopped tidying up the stall, rubbed his hands and said, "Uncle has to leave for something, I'll help take care of the stall, if you need anything, just let me know."

"you?"

Under the hood of his cloak, Carl's eyes showed suspicion.

The stall owner in front of him was too young, and his ribs were visible from his tattered clothes.

Although the boy looked eager to prove himself, unfortunately his image made it difficult for people to trust him.

“Karl!”

At this time, Cologne's voice sounded from not far away:

"I knew you would come today."

He walked up quickly, grabbed Carl's arm, and pulled him towards an empty corner.

Without waiting for Karl to speak, he whispered:

"I've found a way to use breathing techniques!"

"oh!"

Karl's eyes lit up, and he didn't even care about the other person's pungent bad breath that was so close to him: "What do you mean?"

“Hehe…” Cologne laughed softly, and actually took out a book from his arms: “In order to obtain this breathing method, I spent all the savings accumulated over the past few years. Fortunately, that person was in a hurry to collect money and leave Black City, otherwise there would be no way for me to get it.”

"Of course, we are all acquaintances, and the price can be negotiated."

Karl looked at the book in the other person's hand and felt his heart pounding. For a moment, he even had the urge to kill someone and steal the treasure.

Breathing method! This is a magical method that can give ordinary people extraordinary powers! "Just right."

After calming down, he suppressed the impulse in his heart and put down the things on his body one by one:

"I also brought a lot of good things this time."

"Compressed canned beef, a total of 32 pounds, which can be kept fresh for at least a year. There is also high-quality fresh milk. These are all good things brought from outside."

"Gurgle..." Looking at the thing in front of him, Cologne's throat rolled and his one eye glowed.

Canned meat that can stay fresh for a year can be sold at sky-high prices in underground mines.

Fresh milk is hard currency.

It is true that life in Heicheng is hard, but there are also newborn babies, and the importance of fresh milk to babies is self-evident.

"That..." Carl pointed:

"Can I take a look first?"

"Of course, no problem." Cologne's eyes flickered as he handed the book over, not forgetting to explain: "I have a few more. You can't practice just by looking at the pages in the book."

"clear."

Carl nodded, took the book and opened it quickly.

It was true! Although he had never practiced the breathing method, he knew many knights and squires, and had heard bits and pieces about it. He had even specifically inquired about the breathing method.

You will be able to tell whether the breathing method is genuine or fake.

Poison Wolf Breathing Technique! It was a very common name, and the grade was probably not high, but as long as it was a breathing technique, it was enough for him.

"Huh?"

Karl touched the traces of text on the page, and his eyes moved slightly:

"This word, was it written not long ago?"

"yes."

Cologne nodded:

"But it doesn't matter, does it?"

"It has no impact." Carl looked up and said slowly, "It's just that it seems that the man not only sold the breathing method to you, but also to other people."

Cologne's expression changed.

Carl guessed correctly, the man's bid was too high and one person could not afford it all.

So I simply copied a few books on breathing techniques and sold them to several stores.

"We are old friends, I won't hide anything from you." Cologne said, "There are indeed sellers in the market who sell the Poison Wolf Breathing Technique just like me, but are you sure that what you bought from them is the complete version?"

"Although I have never practiced the breathing method, I know that if one word of the method is wrong, it may cause death."

“I haven’t made any changes to this copy!”

Karl Murray.

really.

His purpose was the breathing method, and it didn't matter where he bought it from, or even the price.

Of course, you can't completely trust the other party.

"The breathing technique is useless to me. We can discuss the price. There is one more thing."

Cologne leaned forward and whispered:

"Do you want to leave Black City?"

"Leave Black City?" Carl raised his eyebrows: "I can't afford Madam Die's 2,000 black stones."

"Not Madam Die." Cologne waved his hand, "I know a group of people who can secretly send people away from here to the nearby city of Vitelli. It only costs three hundred black stones."

"Secret road?" Carl's face changed. He had heard of this kind of rumors, but he had never thought of trying it.

"If you get caught, you'll die!"

From time to time, there were a few corpses hanging on the high wooden rack at the entrance of the market, most of them were people who wanted to escape from the city.

"Dead?" Cologne said sarcastically, "In a place like this, what's the difference between being alive and being dead? It's just a matter of being earlier or later."

Carl still shook his head.

He had a way out, so he didn't risk it. He changed the subject and said:

"Let's talk about breathing techniques."

"Okay!"

Colon sighed.

Soon after, the two men negotiated a deal and Cologne beckoned over the boy at the stall.

"Her name is Aya. If I'm not here, you can look for her. Although she looks so thin, she has a very smart mind."

"Aya?" Carl looked at the other person: "Girl?"

"yes."

Aya rubbed her hands together and stared at him with her big eyes: "Uncle, please take care of my business in the future."

* * * Karl touched the book in his arms and felt his heart beating faster. After leaving the market, he hurried back to his residence.

After waiting for a long time, he finally started to learn the breathing method, and he was already a little impatient.

"Um?"

"Bang!"

The sheathed broadsword collided with a wooden stick, and Carl stepped back, steadying himself in front of the alley.

There were several dark shadows in the alley.

Two others lay on the ground, dying.

This seemed to be a murder scene. Did he just sneak attack because he was passing by and was worried about being seen? Unprovoked disaster!

"Several."

Carl slowly moved back with the sword in his hand and said solemnly:

"What's here has nothing to do with me. I didn't see anything."

“Hmm…”

A burly figure stepped out from the crowd, his eyes fell on Carl, and he paused for a moment, especially on the broadsword.

"head!"

Someone whispered, "Do you want to..."

"never mind."

The sturdy man said in a dull voice, and waved his hand at Karl:

"Let's go!"

Carl retreated step by step, and when he was a little far away, he turned around and ran away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"head."

In the alley, someone said:

"That person probably hasn't practiced breathing techniques, so it won't be difficult to keep him."

“That’s not necessary.”

The sturdy man said, "He holds the sword very steadily, so he may have some tricks up his sleeves. Also, the bulging of his sleeves may contain hidden arrows."

"The key is..."

"He has nothing on him. Killing him won't do any good. There's no need to take unnecessary risks. Let's clean up this place first."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, holding a bloody sword in his hand, he walked towards a man on the ground and stabbed him fiercely.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)