Chapter 8: Breathing Technique Obtained.

The broken crimson moon still hangs high in the sky, and it has never changed regardless of day or night.

But the gray fog that enveloped the entire Black City has become thinner and almost indistinguishable.

A few people can be seen on the streets that were empty in the past.

It's indeed true!

This day of every month is the safety day of the Black City. Not only will the half-dead creatures not appear, but the underground miners will also get a short rest.

"Hu..."

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

The danger of the Black City is not only the half-dead creatures.

There are also living people!

The safety day in January brings a much larger number of people into the market than usual, and the noisy voices can be heard from afar.

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

"Where is Cologne?"

This is Cologne's permanent stall, but now the stall owner has been replaced by a skinny teenager.

"Do you know Uncle Cologne?"

The boy looked up, stopped tidying up the stall, rubbed his hands and said: "Uncle has something to do and left temporarily, I'm helping him take care of the stall, if you need anything, just tell me."

"You?"

Karl's eyes were suspicious under the hood of the cloak.

The "stall owner" in front of him was too young, and his ribs could be seen under his shabby clothes.

Although the boy looked eager to prove himself, it was a pity that his image was too hard to gain trust.

"Karl!"

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

"I knew you would definitely come today."

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

Without waiting for Karl to speak, he whispered: "There is a way to learn the breathing method!"

"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 took out a book from his arms: "In order to get this breathing method, I spent all the money I have accumulated in the past few years. Fortunately, that person was in a hurry to get money to leave Black City, otherwise there would be no way to get it."

"Of course, we are all acquaintances, and the price is negotiable."

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 him and steal the treasure.

Breathing method!

This is a magical method that can allow ordinary people to have extraordinary powers!

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

"Gulp..." Looking at the things in front of him, Cologne's throat rolled and his one eye lit up.

Canned meat that can be kept fresh for a year can be sold at a sky-high price in the underground mine.

Fresh milk is even more hard currency.

It is true that life in the Black City is difficult, but there are also newborn babies. The importance of fresh milk to babies is self-evident.

"That..." Karl pointed with his finger: "Can I take a look first?"

"Of course no problem." Cologne's eyes flickered, and he handed over the book, not forgetting to explain: "I have a few more in my hand. You can't practice it just by reading the book."

"Understood."

Karl nodded, took the book and quickly opened it.

And it's a real one!

Although he had never practiced the breathing method, he knew many knight squires, and had heard a few words about it. He even specifically asked about the breathing method.

So he can distinguish the authenticity of the breathing method.

Poison Wolf Breathing Method!

It's a very common name, and the grade is probably not high, but as long as it is a breathing method, it is enough for him.

"Huh?"

Touching the traces of words on the page, Karl's eyes moved slightly: "This word, was it written not long ago?"

"Yes."

Cologne nodded and said: "But it doesn't affect it, right?"

"It doesn't affect it." Karl looked up and said slowly: "It's just that it seems that the man not only sold the breathing method to you, but also sold it to others."

Cologne's face changed.

Karl has indeed guessed correctly, the man's price was too high, and one person couldn't afford it.

So he simply copied a few books of the breathing method and sold them to several people.

"We are old friends, I won't hide it from you." Cologne said: "There are indeed sellers in the market who sell the Poison Wolf Breathing Method like me, but can you be sure that the one you bought from them is the complete version?"

"Although I have never practiced the breathing method, I also know that a mistake in a word of the method may cause death." He said firmly: "I haven't made any changes to this copy!"

Karl was silent.

Indeed.

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

Of course, he couldn't trust the other party completely.

"The breathing method is useless to me. We can discuss the price. There is another thing."

Cologne leaned forward and whispered: "Do you want to leave Black City?"

"Leave Black City?" Karl raised his eyebrows: "I can't afford Madam Butterfly's two thousand black stones."

"Not Madam Butterfly." Cologne waved his hand: "I know a group of people who can secretly send people away from here to the nearby city of Vielle. It only takes three hundred black stones."

"Secret road?" Karl's face changed. He had heard of such rumors, but he had never thought of trying.

"If you are caught, you will die!"

From time to time, a few corpses were hung on the high wooden racks at the entrance of the market, most of whom were people who wanted to escape from the city.

"Dead people?" Cologne looked sarcastic: "In a place like this, what's the difference between being alive and dead? It's just one earlier and one later."

Karl still shook his head.

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

"Let's talk about the breathing method."

"Okay!"

Cologne sighed.

Not long after, the two men agreed on a deal, and Cologne waved to the boy at the stall.

"Her name is Aya. If I'm not here, you can find her. Although she's so thin, she's very smart."

"Aya?" Carl looked at her: "A Girl?"

"Yes."

Aya rubbed her hands, staring 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 heartbeat speed up. After leaving the market, he hurried to his residence.

After waiting for a long time, he finally got the breathing method, and he was a little impatient.

"Huh?"

"Bang!"

The sheathed broadsword collided with a wooden stick, and Karl retreated and stabilized his body in front of the alley.

There were several shadows in the alley. There were two more lying on the ground, dying.

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

Unexpected disaster!

"Everyone."

Karl slowly moved back with the sword in his hand, and said solemnly: "What's here has nothing to do with me, and I didn't see anything."

"Hmm..."

A sturdy figure stepped out from the crowd, his eyes fell on Karl, especially paused at the broadsword.

"Boss!"

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

"Forget it."

The sturdy man said in a dull voice, waving his hand at Karl: "Let's go!"

Karl 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.

"Boss."

A person in the alley said: "That person should not have practiced breathing techniques, so it's not difficult to keep him."

"No need."

The sturdy man said: "He holds the sword very steadily, and he may not be without means, and the high bulge in his sleeves may contain hidden arrows."

"The key is..."

"He has no goods on him, and there is no benefit in killing him. There is no need to take unnecessary risks. Let's clean up this place first."

"Yes." The subordinate nodded, holding the bloody long sword and walking towards the person on the ground, raised his hand and stabbed fiercely.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered.

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