Transcendent Dawn

‘More than three hundred points of experience can improve fighting skills or magical item making...or spiritual pressure. '

Sleeping Sulu stared at the skill category in the attribute bar, and quickly thought: 'It takes 150 points to improve the production of magical items, and 160 points to increase the fighting skill, but fighting skills add attributes. Forget about spiritual pressure... There is no rush right now. '

To be honest, Sulu is very interested in the ability to create magical items.

But the embarrassing thing is that he doesn't have enough materials, no matter how high the level is, it's useless.

Although fighting skills do not add spirit, the increase in other attributes is quite considerable.

Professional spellcasters are easy to be targeted by melee combat. If Sulu makes up for this shortcoming, whoever dares to behead him in the future, he will dare to smear the opponent's face with blood!

'It's very confusing...'

Sulu had a toothache.

After being promoted to the second-tier position, the income of experience points will drop sharply. It seems necessary to keep a certain amount of experience points on your body to guard against unexpected situations.

Anyway, it can be improved on the spot, never afraid of waste.

...

The train rumbles into the station.

Sulu got out of the car with his suitcase, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar city of Nia, and was silent for a long time. He sighed and left the station without saying anything.

I have studied and lived here for four years, and I feel that this is my real "hometown" after time travel, but as soon as I finish university, there is nothing left.

Oh, and I even got a shop, but that belonged more to Rhodes.

He didn't visit the store, nor did he go to the abandoned factory.

According to what Rhodes taught, these two 'locations' have been exposed and are not considered secrets.

Although he is not a wanted criminal, it is not a pleasant thing to completely expose his whereabouts under the eyes of Bureau Eleven.

night.

Sulu called a carriage and came to Zorro Street, an underground boxing ring.

It seems that liking to watch similar blood fights is an inherent dark nature of human beings. Almost every city in the Federation has illegal venues such as underground boxing rings. It is said that the business is not bad, forming a huge scale.

You never know which well-dressed gentleman or dignified lady those men and women in the stands roaring hysterically, waving gambling tickets, and tearing their collars will be during the day.

The signal was correct, and after entering the boxing ring, a terrifying sound suddenly swept over.

The match had already begun, and in the iron cage, a small boxer had already fought with a strong man like a black bear.

Sulu knew at a glance that this was unrestricted fighting. Except for no weapons, nothing was prohibited, and there was no classification of weight and so on.

In a real fight, it was definitely punching to the flesh, blood was seen on the legs and legs, and it was extremely entertaining.

"Kill that little dwarf!"

"Black Bear! I like you!"

"Don't lose, little man, I bet on you!"

...

Outside the iron cage, the audience roared wildly, waved their gambling tickets, and all kinds of obscenities came one after another.

Sulu felt as if he had entered a modern heavy metal bar. The loud noise made his heart tremble. He frowned and said to a security guard next to him, "I'm looking for an old dog!"

The old dog is the manager of this underground boxing ring, of course, he was only pushed out on the surface.

Therefore, with the convenience of the venue and the umbrella, he runs a lot of gray business, and his reputation is not bad.

According to what Rhodes said—‘Although people in this industry are very greedy, if they have a bad reputation, they would have been killed long ago. '

He followed Rhodes over several times before to add materials, so the security guard actually knew him, and without asking any further questions, he led him to an office behind the boxing ring.

After closing the door, the hustle and bustle dropped a lot.

"Hey! Isn't this Rhode's younger brother?"

Sitting behind the desk was a wealthy businessman with a shiny, semi-bald head and a smile that was often on his lips, but without any sincerity, more like a laughing fox.

Seeing Sulu, the old dog stood up: "I haven't seen you for a while, what are you here to buy? Materials? Firearms? Or intelligence? I'll give you a discount!"

He is someone who vaguely knows the 'inner world', and he is in awe of Rhodes and Sulu.

"I'll get the letter! Buy some information by the way!"

Sulu didn't even hear about discounted prices.

If you believe this profiteer, he is an idiot!

It's fine if the other party sells it to him without raising the price.

Even with the fear of extraordinary power, it can't change the essence of the other party's businessman.

"Oh, yes! There are letters!"

The old dog opened a drawer, rummaged through it, and pulled out three letters: "It was sent through a special channel, and it has never been opened. You can check it!"

"Three seals?"

Sulu took it and checked the sealing wax.

In fact, this is not necessary, because he uses secret language to communicate with Rhodes.

"Three letters, three silver eagles, Stephen is also fine!"

The old dog smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Sulu directly threw a golden dragon in the past: "Did anything special happen in Nia recently after the gallery incident?"

"If you say that, it really does! Do you need a drink?"

The old dog picked up a glass of beer full of hops.

Sulu glanced at him contemptuously. In the wine glass, white hops occupied almost two-thirds of the volume: "Thank you, no need!"

"Oh...young man!"

The old dog took a sip of his beer: "Bill Abel is dead!"

"Bill? That coal merchant?" Sulu saw the image of a groveling businessman: "How did he die?"

"Suicide! I jumped off the roof of my company building. It was the rush hour at that time, and this incident even made headlines! It caused a lot of trouble... After all, the other party's business is very good, and the relationship is smooth, there is no reason. ’ replied the old dog.

Bill was a survivor of the last gallery incident and was rescued by himself and Rhodes.

‘Unexpectedly... the curse will be revived so soon? '

Sulu's heart trembled: 'Could it be that the last blockade was useless at all? '

"What else? You know what I mean, more mysterious, bizarre events!" he asked.

"Anything else..." The old dog grinned, "In a redwood forest in the western suburbs, a hunter witnessed a human-shaped beast..."

"In Lake Nesper, it is said that there are water monsters appearing...but it has been rumored for several years, and there is only one blurry photo as evidence."

"Other than that, it's a rumor that has sprung up strangely in the upper class circle..."

The old dog smiled even wider, showing black and yellow teeth: "This will cost more!"

"What rumor?"

Sulu nodded in agreement.

"About...an oil painting, it is said that anyone who has seen it will be cursed. This has made many gentlemen and ladies very distressed, and it has also improved my business a lot."

The old dog drank the beer.

‘Sure enough...the terror spread. '

Sulu's face was ugly: 'Are the local Church of the Goddess of Light and the Federal Bureau 11 all trash? '