The Dark King

On the left side of Wall Street, in front of an ordinary alley, a handsome boy squeezed a piece of black bread and passed it. Suddenly the bread in his hand accidentally fell to the ground. He was shocked and quickly bent down to lick, but the bread was stained. Dust, he didn't mean it for a while, he didn't mean it, hesitated before he took the bread.

The passing pedestrians on the street rushed to work, just squinting and not paying much attention.

The boy lowered his head and seemed to be distressed with bread, but no one saw his nose twitching slightly.

This boy is Du Di'an. His attention at this moment is all focused on the sense of smell, gently inhaling, so that the smell can flow to the olfactory cells at the upper end of the nose, making the senses more acute.

There are all kinds of smells on the street, but the scent is like a physical instinct. You can master it without learning. Du Dian concentrates his senses on the smell in the hidden room in the alley, through the various smells floating in the air. A vague outline of the secret room emerges.

"Sulphur taste, yellow phosphorus taste...someone? Three people? One of the smells has a light fragrance, it should be a girl." Du Di'an was surprised. I didn't expect anyone in this chamber to be there at the moment. Are these alchemists apprentices every day? Are you experimenting here?

Du Di'an thought a little and transferred the sense of smell to the street-side residence above the secret room. He immediately smelled the faint old-fashioned ash, and there was no one living there, and it seemed to be empty for a long time.

"The empty house below is the alchemy secret room... The owner of the empty house has either died or is the owner of this alchemy room." Du Dian thought secretly, he picked up the bread, patted the dust, and followed the street straight. Leaving, although captured by the scent, he did not find someone in the high-end position of the buildings on both sides of the street, and no one should specialize in the whistle.

Despite this, it is still prudent to do a full set of play.

After he left the street, he came to a street next to him and found a small tailor shop, which immediately entered.

The welcoming is a tailor apprentice boy who politely said to Du Dian: "Guest, what do you need?"

Du Di'an swept the finished clothing hanging in the shop, didn't find the style he needed, and immediately said: "Help me make a black and spacious robe, and a normal mask."

"Mask?" The tailor apprentice boy glanced at him in confusion, but did not say anything, said: "When are you going to?"

“When can I do it?” Dudian asked.

"Can be tonight."

"Yes, I will come here tomorrow."

"No problem, what kind of material do you need? We have linen fiber, satin..."

“It’s fine to make a good cloth.” Du Di’an asked: “How much is the deposit?”

The tailor apprentice boy thought about it and said: "If you want to be strong, the thick linen fiber is the best. There are a total of seven copper coins. The deposit is half, and you are three."

Du Di'an immediately found out a three copper coin to him, saying: "The robes should be a little bigger."

"Good." The tailor apprentice boy smiled and promised, took out the ruler and measured the proportion of the body for Du Di'an. He wrote a note to Du Di'an and said, "Take it tomorrow."

Du Dian put away the note and left the tailor shop, muttering: "The next question is tattoo."

To get into that stronghold, you must prove that you are an alchemist, and the most credible way to prove is to show your alchemy tattoo.

However, this era is still far from mastering the laser. Once it is tattooed on the body, it is difficult to wash it off. Every time he comes back from the wall, he will be checked to prevent the virus from being carried into the wall. Tattoos.

He indulged for a moment and finally decided to take the risk.

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An ink raw material factory in the eastern suburbs, like most factories, is located in a remote location near the radiant area.

Du Di'an came here, and under the blockade of the guards, he showed his Guardian Medal and said, "I am here to do business. By the way, check your production environment."

The two guards were a little bit stunned, and they repeatedly groaned to confirm that they were not mistaken. One of them suddenly gave another person a look, and then to Du Di'an: "You wait, I will help you to inform."

Du Dian nodded and stood waiting at the door.

A moment later, the former guards ran out with a short-skinned middle-aged man. The middle-aged man saw Dudian in the distance and stunned. It seemed that he did not expect such a young guard to look like a mature man. The child, but he immediately piled up a smile, politely said: "Hello, to check how not to say in advance, we are not always under the control of Crowe?"

Du Di'an waved his hand: "I just took a look at it, mainly to find you doing business. Do you have a lot of ink here?"

When the middle-aged people heard this, they let out a sigh of relief. They wondered: "The gallnut ink? This is very small. It has been discontinued. Now everyone uses carbon ink."

"That's good." Dudian nodded and said, "Give me a bottle of gallop ink."

"Oh..." The middle-aged man was suddenly stunned and screamed at him. He said, "Is it a bottle?"

Du Dian coughed and felt embarrassed. After all, people are factories rather than shops. However, it is difficult to go to the store to sell the gallnut ink. He can only come here.

“How much?” Dudian asked the price directly and did not give him the opportunity to refuse.

The middle-aged people are speechless, but they still maintain a polite attitude. They say, "When I talk to me, I will send you."

Du Di'an saw this and was welcome. He said: "I am tight, now I am."

"No problem." The middle-aged man glanced at him and said, "Is this going, no... anything else?"

Du Dian smiled and said: "Just just drop the way."

The middle-aged man was relieved and knew that he was in a false alarm. He smiled and said, "Oh, I will let you take it." After that, he turned and left. A moment later, a thin young man sent Duduan a bottle of dark ink.

Du Di'an can smell the ink inside without opening the bottle cap. It is the Gallic ink, which was used early in the wall. Later, people learned to use coal to make carbon ink. This expensive ink is expensive. There are fewer and fewer people who are gradually buying.

Du Dian left with ink, went to the store to pick a bottle of men's perfume, took it home, and closed it into his small room.

The smell of Gallic ink is much lighter than that of carbon ink, and carbon ink is often used by people, and the smell is more familiar. This is why Du Di'an has no trouble to buy gallnut ink.

"Unfortunately there is no activated carbon here, otherwise it will completely eliminate the smell inside." Du Dian secretly, he poured the ink out of a small bowl, and then poured the lighter perfume he selected into some, the smell Neutral, smelling, feeling the smell did not become weird, it was relieved, then stripped off his shirt, revealing a healthy wheat complexion.

Du Dian looked down at the magic mark on his chest and said: "I don't know if the alchemists apprentices don't know the magic mark. Anyway, it's better to hide it." When the ink is on the quill, follow the chest. Before the blood red magic traces, the cold ink falls on the magic mark, and the blood-like magic mark is painted dark.

"This dagger must also cover up the scars, so as not to attract attention." Du Dian painted the ink along the scar of the dagger. The scar was vertical, and the magic mark was horizontal. After the painting, Du Dian found two The pens are crossed together and happen to be a black cross.