Transcendent Dawn

　　‘More than 300 points of experience can improve fighting skills or magical item production...or Reiatsu. ’

　　Fake Thulhu staring at the skill category of the attribute bar, quickly thinking: ‘Magic item creation requires 150 points to improve, fighting skills need 160 points, but fighting skills add attributes. Forget the Reiatsu...I'm not in a hurry right now. ’

　　 To be honest, Thulhu is very interested in the ability to make magical items.

　　 But embarrassingly, he doesn't have enough materials in his hands, and no matter how high his level is, it is useless.

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

　　Spellcasters are easy to be targeted by melee. If Thulhu makes up for this short board, whoever dares to behead him in the future will dare to confuse the opponent with blood!

　　 "It's very tangled..."

　　 Thulhu has some toothache.

　　 After being promoted to the second rank, the income of experience points dropped sharply, and it seemed necessary to keep a certain amount of experience points on the body to prevent unexpected situations.

　　 Anyway, it can improve on the spot, and never fear waste.

　　……

　　 The train rumbled into the station.

　　 Thulhu got out of the car with a suitcase and looked at the somewhat familiar and unfamiliar city of Niah. After a long silence, he sighed and said nothing, and left the station directly.

　　 I have been studying and living here for four years, and I feel that this is the real ‘hometown’ after I have travelled. However, once I finish college, there is nothing left.

　　 Oh, but I also made a shop, but it belongs to Roald more.

　　 He did not go to the shop or the abandoned factory.

　　 According to Roald, these two ‘locations’ have been exposed and they are not secret.

　　 Although he is not a wanted criminal, it is not a pleasant thing to completely expose his whereabouts under the nose of the eleventh round.

　　 night.

　　 Thulhu called a carriage and came to Zorro Street, an underground boxing arena.

　　 It seems that people like to see blood fights of the same kind are the inherently dark nature of human beings. Almost every city in the Federation has illegal venues such as underground boxing arenas. It is said that the business is good and it has formed a huge scale.

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

　　 got the signal, and after entering the boxing ring, a terrible sound swept across.

　　 The game has started, and in the iron cage, a small boxer has already fought with a strong man like a black bear.

　　 Thulhu, you know at a glance, this is unlimited fighting, except that there is no weapon, nothing is forbidden, and there is no classification of weight and so on.

　　 The real fight is definitely full of fists, with blood in the legs and legs, which is very ornamental.

　　 "Kill that little dwarf!"

　　 "Black bear! I am optimistic about you!"

　　 "Don't lose the little guy, I bet you!"

　　……

　　 Outside the iron cage, the audience roared frantically, brandishing gambling tickets, and all kinds of foul language came one after another.

　　 Thulhu feels like entering a modern heavy metal bar. The loud noise made my heart tremble, 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 arena. Of course, he was just pushed out.

　　 Therefore, he also runs a large number of gray businesses with the help of the convenience of the venue and umbrella, and his reputation is not bad.

　　 According to Roald-‘Those who do this job are greedy, but if they don’t have a good reputation, they’ll be killed. ’

　　 Before, he followed Roald to come over to supplement the materials several times, so the security guard actually knew him, did not ask much, took him to the back of the boxing ring, in an office.

　　 After closing the door, the noise was reduced a lot.

　　 "Yeah! Isn't this the younger brother of Roald?"

　　 Sitting behind the desk is a wealthy businessman. His half-bald head is shiny and he often smiles, but he is not sincere. It is more like a laughing fox.

　　 Seeing Thulhu, the old dog stood up and said, "It has been gone for a while. What are you here to buy? Materials? Firearms? Or intelligence? I'll give you a discount!"

　　 He is a person who vaguely knows ‘the inner world’, and he is in awe of Roald and Thulhu.

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

　　 Thulhu is totally deaf to discount prices.

　　 Believe this profiteer, then he is an idiot!

　　 It is good if the other party sells it to him without an increase.

　　 Even if he has a fear of extraordinary power, he can't change the nature of the other's merchant.

　　 "Oh, yes, yes! There is a letter!"

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

　　 "Three seals?"

　　 Thulhu took it, and checked the lacquer on the lower seal.

　　 Actually, this is not necessary, because he used secret language to communicate with Roald.

　　 "Three letters, three silver eagles, Stephen will do too!"

　　 The old dog smiled and narrowed his eyes.

　　 Thulhu directly threw a golden dragon over: "In the city of Niah recently, since the gallery incident, has there been any special circumstances?"

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

　　 The old dog brought a glass of beer full of hops.

　　 Thulhu glanced at him contemptuously. Inside the glass, white hops took up almost two-thirds of the volume: "Thank you, no need!"

　　 "Oh...young people!"

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

　　 "Bill? That coal merchant?" Thulhu shows an image of a servile businessman: "How did you die?"

"Suicide! I jumped off from the top of my company~www.NovelMTL.com~ It was the peak time for work, and this incident made the headlines! It caused a lot of controversy... After all, the other party's business is very good. Emotions go well, there is no reason." The old dog replied.

　　 Bill is the survivor of the last gallery incident, rescued by himself and Roald.

　　‘Unexpectedly...the curse was revived so soon? ’

　　 Thulhu was stunned: ‘Is the last blockade useless at all? ’

　　 "What about the others? You know what I mean, more secretive, strange events!" He then asked.

　　 "What else..." The old dog grinned and said, "In a redwood forest in the western suburbs, hunters have witnessed humanoid beasts..."

　　 "In Lake Nisbor, it is said that there are monsters infested...but that has been spread for several years, and there is only a vague photo as evidence."

　　 "Other than that, it's a rumor that weirdly arose in the upper class..."

　　 The old dog smiled even more, now he had black hair and yellow teeth: "This has to add money!"

　　 "What rumor?"

　　 Thulhu nodded and agreed.

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

　　 The old dog drank all the beer.

　　‘Sure enough...the terror spread. ’

　　 Thulhu has an ugly face: "Are the local Church of the Goddess of Light and the Eleventh Bureau of the Federal Council both rubbish? ’