Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Before Fors could come to her senses, the detective and the adventurer forcefully dragged her away.

This also made Fors gather his thoughts. Although the lessons he had learned during this period were a step slower, they finally emerged.

Maybe this hot blond lady in a peaked cap was just a stooge for this hunchbacked old man? Just like the yellow-haired old man who was trying to get close to him in the tavern, just to trick him into spending a lot of money on a bunch of fake antiques and scrap metal?

The brief bargaining gave Fors a wake-up call with her real-life experience. She lowered her head and walked quickly forward with the detective and the adventurer.

Go straight ahead on Zuo Street and you will find No. 13 Evernight Harbor. From the outside, No. 13 Evernight Harbor is a black market bank [Cotton Bank]. In the detective and adventurer's dungeon knowledge emergency class, Fors knew that this kind of bank often has an anonymous account and is willing to exchange ordinary currency for gold coins.

In dungeons, especially in those extraordinary worlds with special abilities, gold coins are the unchanging hard currency.

But when the three of them turned into the alley on the right without saying a word, Fors clearly saw the people in the small shop No. 13, especially the armed bodyguards, staring at them sharply.

This glare frightened Fors a little, but the detective and the adventurer didn't care at all. They walked to the end of the alley with Fors without even looking at her, opened the manhole cover and climbed down.

Only after she completely disappeared from the security guards' sight did Fors ask in a low voice with lingering fear, "Why did those security guards keep looking at us?"

"That bank is just a cover," the detective replied. "This bank may be the property of the organizer of this Beyonder gathering."

Anyone who is able to initiate a stable gathering of Extraordinary People must have sufficient wealth and prestige. A black market banker is very satisfied with this identity.

Black market banks are used to make money from ordinary people, and extraordinary gatherings are used to make money from extraordinary people, killing two birds with one stone.

At the same time, the bank facade is also a good reason to rent space in the dungeon, so that you can establish a base for yourself while keeping an eye on the people entering the rally.

Fors nodded as if she understood, then looked around, thoughtfully.

"So the bank rented House No. 13 from Evernight Harbor, but what this Beyonder Assembly rented from Evernight Harbor was actually a passage leading to the assembly?"

"Ah."

The detective simply affirmed.

The three climbed down the shaft for a long time before landing on the ground. At this time, they found themselves in another equipment pipeline. The pipeline was not large, and could only accommodate five people walking side by side, but the winding and crisscrossing pipelines clearly showed signs of regular maintenance, and bright lights were hung on the complicated equipment pipelines.

One side looked particularly bright, so the three followed the bartender's instructions and walked towards that side. Before long, they reached the end of the passage, where a bright headlight hung overhead, illuminating a metal door with a complex combination lock above the door handle.

The three searched for a long time at the door and found a string of faint and small inscriptions. After adjusting the combination lock according to the inscriptions, the heavy door made a muffled sound and opened.

A spacious lobby appeared before them.

This is a space that is too luxurious for an underground city. Although it is not as luxurious as the luxurious clubs in the aboveground world, it is much wider than the crowded streets of Evernight Harbor. The entire room has been carefully decorated. While being tidied and repaired, it also retains the unique mechanical aesthetics of the electrical age. The old and huge equipment system and vine-like wires have become an indispensable part of this room.

Apparently, they came to another dungeon.

Bright lights hung from the low ceiling, and a steady stream of electricity indicated that the equipment was still functioning effectively.

Opposite the door was the front desk. The receptionist noticed the newcomer and immediately put on a standard business smile.

"Hello, is this your first time at the Cotton Lane Exchange?"

"Yes," the adventurer responded.

Before the operation, Klein discussed this Beyonder gathering with Leonard, but Leonard did not understand it, which meant that this was an organization that had only developed in the past three hundred years.

The receptionist nodded to the new guest and then typed on the keyboard of a machine. It looked like a computer, but its shape and style were very old, and the bloated machine squeezed the receptionist's operating space.

Among all the rooms that were decorated in such a retro style, only the camera on the receptionist's head was so high-definition. The camera poked out from the receptionist's thick hair. Fors thought it should be tied to the head or chin, but she looked for a long time and couldn't find the so-called tie, as if the camera had grown out of the receptionist's head.

Not only the camera above the receptionist's head, but all the cameras in the entire room have high technical content.

"Is your boss a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery?" Fors asked casually. As a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, she knew that many believers regarded cameras as the eyes of God, so a strange habit of installing surveillance cameras randomly became popular.

"Sorry, we can't discuss this topic." The receptionist smiled apologetically.

Fors also felt that religion was not a good topic for small talk in such a sensitive occasion.

"Sorry for the wait, everyone. Could you please tell me your names and take a photo looking here?"

Before leaving Earthworm Island, the three of them had their faces modified and covered. During this period, the adventurers' overly proficient use of women's cosmetics made Fors involuntarily have some very strange guesses. But Fors chose to keep her mouth shut throughout the whole process of being made up, as if these guesses were like the legendary spell that would claim her life if she spoke them out.

As she was used to registering in Backlund's world, Fors subconsciously tried to pull off the scarf covering her face, but was grabbed by the adventurer.

"Be…Bessie Beach."

"Winlon Hart."

"Gehrman Sparrow."

The adventurer was the only one who did not use a pseudonym, which surprised Fors.

Soon three membership cards were made and stuffed into their hands.

The next step is some programmed operations, such as saving money, changing currencies, and various other processes. All transactions here are settled in gold coins. Visitors need to exchange common currency for gold coins at the front desk according to the real-time gold price on the black market before they can continue to trade normally in [Cotton Alley].

The [Cotton Lane] gathering will collect an entrance fee from each entrant and a commission from each successful transaction, while also guaranteeing the capital flow of the guests. However, the [Cotton Lane] exchange will not guarantee any transaction, and all transactions are spontaneous actions of the guests and have nothing to do with the exchange.

In other words, if you buy fake products and get cheated, don't come to us for trouble. We can only say that you are too inexperienced. Anyway, we will faithfully help you send your money to the scammers.

The whole process stopped and Klein had a strange feeling. It should be said that this was a gathering of Beyonders with a background in a black market bank. Compared to the furtive and mysterious environment of the Fifth Epoch, the process here was as clear as some kind of auction house.

It seems that this is not a bad idea, Klein thought. The Cotton Alley Exchange in front of him is more like some legendary dark web trading market in the old days.

In addition to the busy front desk and bloated machines, there are also several sofas in the lobby. In addition to the heavy iron door at the entrance, there are two closed iron doors on both sides of the front desk. Both iron doors are in the classic electrical age style, with various numerical tables connected by wires and finally connected to the red square neon sign on the door.

With the sound of a mechanism clicking, one of the signal lights suddenly turned green.

The door slowly opened, and another receptionist with a camera on his head slowly stuck his head out from inside the door.

"Welcome, distinguished guests. Please follow me now."