Qileren dealt with the "not worth mentioning" collections, cleared all of them to the prestigious auction house at the starting price, and exchanged them for a large amount of cash - if he was willing to wait for the auction results, he could get more, but this did not mean to him. What he lacked was time, not money.

The auction house doubted his identity, but this was not easy to verify. Nowadays, Noah City is mixed with fish and dragons. On the eve of the sinking of those continents, the powerful nobles had already received news that they had migrated and fled like migratory birds. As the continents disappeared one by one, there were few places where the nobles could settle in, and Noah City was the only choice left.

These people brought wealth accumulated over generations, making Noah City prosper almost deformed.

"Is it really not necessary for us to send someone to escort you?" The appraiser asked the gentleman with concern, "You should know that the public security in Noah City is not very good now, especially after night..."

The gentleman carried his suitcase and when he arrived at the auction house, it was filled with precious treasures. When he left, there were a lot of precious metal coins, enough for him to buy a whole bustling street in the city of Noah, where every inch of land is valuable.

This is not all. The auction house can only raise one-third of the payment in a hurry. The gentleman will need to come again tomorrow and take away the remaining balance.

"It's okay, I like the night. Because there are not only sins in the night, but also hidden truths." The gentleman nodded at him with a smile, took off his hat and bowed, "Good night, see you tomorrow."

The gentleman did not call a carriage. He left alone with his suitcase, and his back disappeared into the brightly lit street. Walking out of this prosperous block, there was darkness, disease, crime, famine, death, and everywhere.

"This is too dangerous." The appraiser murmured.

"You don't have to worry about him." The bodyguard on the auction house sneered, "Didn't you notice it? The suitcase full of gold coins cannot be carried by ordinary people, but it seems that he has no weight in his hand. This gentleman is not an ordinary person."

The appraiser then realized that something was wrong: "You mean, he is... a person with... ability like Lord Mephist?"

"Of course not. At most, he is a guy with good luck and a little ability. The strong man standing at the top of the world like Lord Mephist, now only... three? The golden age has passed, and there will be no new strong man born, nor will there be a new continent in the sea of ​​abyss. The world will only become smaller and smaller, more desolate, and eventually sink to the bottom of the sea." The bodyguard's calm tone was filled with discouragement, "The moment the Tower of Tongtian fell, the death knell of the doomsday rang, and we were just surviving."

The appraiser couldn't help but feel depressed: "Let's have fun in time and just live by it."

"You're right." The bodyguard put his hand on the appraiser's shoulder, and he said teasingly, "Because you have received a large commission this time, please give me a drink?"

"Okay, have fun in time and you won't regret it when you fall into hell."

"At least you will go to heaven tonight. Go to your house or mine?"

"My house, your bed is too small."

"I will consider changing one after receiving my salary this month."

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The experience of missions over the years has allowed Qi Leren to summarize a set of channels for inquiries.

First of all, you need to have money. If you don’t have money, you can have a hard fist, but you have to take certain risks.

Don’t take extra risks when things that can be solved with money, which is especially critical for Lucky E.

Leaving the block where the auction house is located, the Qile people walked towards the Lower City. Now Noah City is a place where fish and dragons are mixed. The remnants of various sinking continents came here, allowing the slums to "crouch the tiger, hide the dragon" to be "crouched and hidden." As long as you have money and skills, you can easily establish an underground force.

However, Qi Leren has no such plan. He just wants to find ready-made forces to cooperate and find out some information.

After leaving Shangcheng District, the street landscape was immediately dilapidated, but there were more people.

Not the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, or even the well-dressed citizens, but a large number of refugees. In the dark corners of the street, these refugees who could not tell whether they were living people or corpses sat aside in groups, with an unsettling atmosphere filled with the air.

Qi Leren touched his nose. His body clearly had no breathing or heartbeat, but he could smell it.

Some of the bodies rotted in the gutter, some were dragged away and burned, with a faint smell of blood, and the smell of herbs being cooked... These small clues formed a concrete conclusion in Qile people's mind: a large number of homeless residents were wandering on the streets, and the plague in the lower city spread.

Under the fruitless street light, a figure wrapped in a black robe walked towards him. It should be a young woman, holding a basket of white flowers in her hand, which was a beautiful rose.

"Sir, buy some flowers." The flower seller asked in a hoarse voice.

When Qi Leren heard this, he looked at her in surprise. This young flower seller wrapped himself tightly in a black robe. The face covering her face, and he could only see a pair of silent eyes.

Qi Leren has heard this sound.

"Daisy?"

He watched her jump into the sea with his own eyes, and Caleb's search was fruitless, and she was still alive?

The flower seller was shocked: "Sir, you recognized the wrong person."

Qi Leren did not defend her, and quickly opened the mask on her face. The lesions of dark spots spread all over her cheeks. She took a few steps back in horror and covered her face in panic.

"It seems that I have not admitted my mistake. Caleb is looking for you." Qileren said.

"He couldn't find Daisy. Because Daisy is dead." The flower girl covered her face and said gloomy.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm just a flower girl who's about to die of illness." She said.

Qi Leren looked at her, and the young girl pursed her lips tightly, full of alertness and silent resistance.

"Give me the flower basket." After thinking about it, Qi Leren changed the topic.

The flower seller silently hugged her flowers.

"I'll buy flowers." Qi Leren said, taking out a gold coin.

The flower seller looked at him with a faint look: "Just buy flowers?"

“Yes, just buying flowers.”

She stepped forward and handed him the flower basket. Qileren took the flower basket, hugged the white roses inside in his arms, and then handed the basket containing a handful of gold coins back to the flower seller.

"Take it to treat the disease first. I heard that as long as you spend money, the disease can be cured. I will come here again tomorrow to buy flowers and buy more. Caleb will come too." Qi Leren held the rose and said to the flower seller in a gentle tone.

The flower seller did not answer. She took a few steps back silently, turned around and disappeared into the night.

In the night with the breath of death, her singing came, which was the song Qileren had heard: "...Put the world next to my grave. It calls love life and death, and love love calls it to destroy."

Will Daisy come tomorrow? Qi Leren is not sure. From the two meetings, he vaguely felt that Daisy was not an ordinary person, and she had a completely different temperament from the refugees.

Her singing style and her demeanor are not something that ordinary people can do. Her appearance has been destroyed by the epidemic, but Qi Leren noticed her hands - her fingers are white and slender, without the calluses of labor, nor the roughness of wind and sun.

The origin of this Daisy is probably not simple, maybe he should ask Cale again.

But the most urgent task now is to find Ning Zhou, and Qi Leren thought about walking deeper into the lower city.

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A tavern in the lower town.

But as we all know, there are no taverns that simply drink wine under this worldview. Usually, taverns cover a large number of illegal businesses: you can eat, drink, gamble here, buy murders here, and of course you can buy some information here. If you are in the dusk country, taverns may even be a den for crazy believers.

Qi Leren went in and had a drink. The owner of the tavern could see at a glance that he was a suspicious face and couldn't help but test him a few words.

Qi Leren filled the wine glass with gold coins after drinking. The boss immediately patted his chest and said that he was his most trustworthy friend.

"Aren't you worried that I'm a sheriff?" Qi Leren asked.

"Oh, dear guest, the sheriff is reluctant to spend money to get anything from me, they will only make money from me." The boss said with a smile, "Is there anything I can serve you?"

"I need a well-informed person who not only understands the situation in the lower city, but also knows the guys in the upper city." Qi Leren said.

"I do know that there is such a person. He used to live in the upper city and had a title at home. It is said that when his father's generation, his family moved to Noah, who was a big man who would be invited to attend a midsummer night dance. Unfortunately, by his generation, he was no longer able to do so, and he relied on smuggling some goods for sale. But now it's not true, because there is no source of goods." The boss shrugged.

Qi Leren understood that this should be a down-and-out nobleman who relied on the people accumulated by his family to smuggle goods from other continents, but with the sinking of other continents, the business has lost revenue.

"Please introduce him to me." Qi Leren said.

"No problem, he comes to drink this order every day, but he is a little arrogant." The boss reminded.

Qi Leren smiled: "I am good at dealing with arrogant people. Depend on this..."

A shiny gold coin popped out between his fingers, whirled in the air, and finally fell back into his hand.

The boss grinned and pointed to the door: "He's here."

The door of the tavern was pushed open by a cane, and a man wearing a top hat walked in and came to the front desk with reserved steps. This was a young man, very thin. He frowned and had a prominent cheekbones, looking a little mean.

"A new face I've never seen before." The man looked at Qi Leren with the corners of his eyes, "The clothes are good."

"Dear fox, I've found you a patron. This generous gentleman likes to chat with well-informed people, and I've introduced you to him." The boss said with a smile.

"Every customer is generous in your mouth, but most of them are as stingy as Canaanite merchants who are loan sharks." The man code-named the fox said disdainfully, and told the jokes of the Canaanites, "Do you know how the Canaanite continent sinks? Because a Canaanite merchant accidentally dropped a copper coin into the rabbit hole, a million Canaanites rushed over and rush to dig it up until they dig it."

The boss laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said, "But Canaan sank because of the plague."

"This is reasonable. It costs money to treat the plague, but the Canaanites refuse to spend money." The fox said, "Infecting the plague does not necessarily mean death, but if a Canaanites spend money to treat the disease, they will definitely be worse than death."

Qi Leren almost laughed out loud.

This fox's mouth is too poisonous. What a shameless joke?

"It seems that you hate the Canaanites very much." said the Qileren.

"Of course, no one hates Canaanites more than me, because I am Canaanites." The fox said with a expressionless face.

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Fox: I laugh at myself.
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