Necromancer, but pre-collapse civilization

　Through the interrogation of those unfortunate souls who had just delivered the goods to his door, Moros had learned about the important events that had occurred on Earth since he left.

　Overall, the situation on Earth is relatively calm.

　Although some lackeys of the Mu Continent government had searched for his whereabouts in Twilight Street a few years ago, they left quickly after finding nothing.

　Never mind, there will be other opportunities in the future.

　Turning around, Moros walked toward a bar on Dusk Street.

　Ultimately, they were just a bunch of low-level thugs, and the limited information they knew was far from enough to satisfy Moros.

　In order to obtain the information he needed, Moros had no choice but to go to bars, places where all sorts of people mingle, to buy intelligence.

　Following the address of the bar extracted from the souls of the thugs, Moros found the bar called "Twilight Wine".

　Looking at the bar's exquisite facade, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding filthy and chaotic environment, Moros was even more eager for the outcome of this operation.

　The owner who can open a bar in a place like Twilight Street must have extraordinary abilities.

　Moros was convinced that he could obtain the information he needed from this bar.

　During the attack on Y City six years ago, although Moros did not actively plunder the wealth, even the small amount of wealth he casually acquired was enough to cover intelligence costs.

　Furthermore, even if the information brokers are insatiably greedy, Moros's expert-level Necromancy is not just for show.

　If he cannot obtain the necessary information through normal transactions, Moros is not afraid to use unconventional means to get the information he wants.

　Moros firmly believed that when a soul was in his hands, even the most greedy information broker would obediently reveal everything they knew.

　At the entrance of "Twilight Wine," several burly men in black stood guard, their Mk. ...

　The guards merely glanced at Moros, who was dressed in black robes, and then ignored him.

　Those who work as gatekeepers on this twilight street all know the principle that they should stay out of things they shouldn't get involved in.

　Since Moros was a customer who wanted to enter the Twilight Wine, the guards would not stop him no matter how suspicious he looked.

　Stepping into the lobby of [Twilight Wine], Moros was immediately enveloped by the bar's unique atmosphere.

　Under the dim lights, people unleashed their passion, dancing freely as if seeking catharsis and release in the darkness.

　With bodies intertwined and music playing wildly, people shed their daily constraints and reveal their most authentic and natural selves here.

　On his way to the bar, Moros witnessed many outrageous scenes.

　In a corner, people were trading white powder, their eyes sharp and cunning, as if they were fighting over a rare treasure.

　Meanwhile, some people were releasing their most primal desires under the dim light, embracing each other and panting, as if trying to release all their emotions and pressure.

　Moros was neither surprised nor offended by this, as he was well aware of the complexity and diversity of human nature.

　In places like Twilight Street, people experience immense pressure and anxiety, and they need to find a way to vent and release it.

　The "Twilight Wine" provides a place where they can temporarily break free from constraints and unleash their true selves.

　He walked to the bar, sat down, and ordered a cocktail.

　"I want to buy some information."

　While the bartender was mixing the cocktails, Moros spoke up.

　Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly audible amidst the surrounding noise.

　Upon hearing this, the bartender frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure and continued with his work.

　"Guest, if it's about everyday news or rumors, you can ask me directly."

　The bartender pushed the prepared cocktail towards Moros and said casually, "But if you need more confidential or special information, I suggest you go to [The Fox]."

　"fox?"

　"Yes, guest."

　The bartender nodded slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face.

　"Although Fox charges high fees, the quality of his intelligence is widely recognized here."

　Moros wasn't sure how sensitive the information he needed was in Twilight Street, so he decided to let the bartender decide for himself.

　"I need some very important intelligence, about some unknown secrets of certain high-ranking government officials."

　Upon hearing Moros's words, a hint of surprise flashed in the bar's eyes.

　Clearly, even in Twilight Street, this kind of information is quite special.

　He seemed to be carefully considering something before speaking after a while.

　“Guest, if the information you need is truly so sensitive, I suggest you meet with the fox directly.”

　"Can you tell me how to contact him?"

　"If you order a glass of Golden Wine, you can go up to the second floor, where you can find the fox's representative, but whether the fox will actually see you is another matter."

　The bartender carefully gave the answer he knew.

　"Alright, then let's have a glass of gold."

　Although the Golden Wine is expensive, it is still affordable for Moros, who can afford a glass of Golden Wine that costs several thousand dollars.

　"Okay, please wait a moment."

　After giving a coded message over the walkie-talkie, the bartender began skillfully mixing cocktails.

　His technique was fluid and elegant, as if he were presenting a visual feast.

　Soon, a golden and tempting cocktail was ready.

　At the same time, a waiter dressed in a waiter's uniform walked over.

　"Guest, please follow him upstairs."

　The bartender gently pushed the Golden Wine towards Moros and smiled, gesturing for him to follow the waiter.

　Moros took a deep breath, nodded, then picked up his wine glass and followed the waiter.

　Ascending the winding staircase, Moros reached the second floor of [Twilight Wine].

　The atmosphere here is completely different from downstairs, filled with a somber and wary air.

　At the entrance to the building, a squad of fully armed mercenaries stood guard, their eyes sharp as knives and their expressions unsmiling.

　As a necromancer, Moros was able to keenly detect the bloodstains on these mercenaries.

　It is obvious that they are a group of ruthless war machines.

Chapter 32 Intelligence Trading

　Led by the waiters, the mercenaries did not obstruct Moros in any way.

　Following the waiter's footsteps, Moros passed through the bustling second-floor hall and arrived at the door of a room.

　The waiter knocked lightly on the door twice, then pushed it open, indicating that Moros could come in.

　Moros looked through the open door and saw that the room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a low-brightness LED light.

　In the dim light, the outline of a long table was faintly visible, with two glasses of water on it, emitting a faint coolness.

　On one side of the table, a young man sat quietly, his hood hanging low, obscuring his face.

　Judging from his physique, he seemed very young, but his quiet and reserved temperament gave people a profound feeling.

　Upon entering the room, Moros very naturally pulled up the chair closest to him and sat down.

　He looked directly at the mysterious man before him and asked directly.

　"I heard you can contact foxes?"

　The man nodded slightly.

　"I need to buy some special intelligence from the fox."

　The man nodded again, indicating that he understood Moros's needs.

　"Can you make the decision?"

　The man was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head, seemingly somewhat helpless.

　"I am merely Mr. Fox's representative at [Twilight Wine]. Whether or not a transaction is possible still requires Mr. Fox's consent."

　Moros frowned. His time was precious, and he didn't want to get entangled with the spokesperson any longer.

　He hoped to be able to speak directly with the fox.

　"What if I want to trade directly with the fox?"

　"Moros asked tentatively."

　The man looked up and peered at Moros through the gap in his hood, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

　"Guest, this is not in accordance with the rules."

　The man spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

　"Mr. Fox usually doesn't trade directly with strangers, in order to protect the interests of both parties."

　Moros knew in his heart that the hooded man in front of him was not lying.

　As a legendary necromancer, he could easily see through whether an ordinary person was lying, even without using magic.

　This is a bit troublesome, but never mind...

　Having made his decision, Moros spoke.

　"I need to know the latest developments in the establishment of international organizations."

　He decided to first inquire about some less sensitive information in order to test the power of the fox behind the hooded man.

　According to Moros's speculation, the [Fire Moth] should have already been established during this period, but it was still kept secret.

　status.

　If the fox couldn't even get information about the [Fire-Chasing Moth], then Moros didn't need to delve into any other more sensitive questions.

　After all, the intelligence from [Moth Chasing Fire] is far less important and sensitive than the intelligence from senior councilors within the Mu Continent government.

　Without even information on the [Fire-Chasing Moth], it's impossible for the fox to have any information on the councilor.

　After hearing Moros's request, the hooded man did not respond immediately, but calmly took out a unique smartphone from his pocket.

　This phone has clearly been specially modified and is significantly different from ordinary phones.

　The hooded man tapped on his phone for a while, then showed the screen to Moros.

　The numbers on the screen startled Moros slightly.

　"fifty thousand."

　The hooded man calmly announced the number.

　Fifty thousand is not a small amount, especially in the monetary system of the Mu Continent.

　Before being swallowed by the black hole of the Ninth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Rock, the continent of Mu was the core area of ​​the pre-civilization, and its currency was correspondingly the most valuable among the currencies of the pre-civilization nations.

　"can."

　Without hesitation, Moros pretended to take five gold bars from his pocket, though in reality they came from the storage pouch of his enchanted mage robe.

　He then signaled to the hooded man that the transaction could proceed.

　The hooded man put away the gold bars, skillfully operated his phone, and then handed it to Moros.

　The screen displays a detailed intelligence report on the latest developments and size of international organizations.

　Moros read carefully, and soon he saw the name "Moth Chasing Fire".

　"【The Moth Chasing the Flame】, founded in 20XX, is supported by countries such as Mu Continent, Shenzhou, and North America, with the aim of controlling and researching Honkai..."

　After clicking on the entry for "Moth Chasing Fire" and browsing through it for a while, Moros had a preliminary assessment of the fox's abilities.

　Give me all the information about the [Fire-Chasing Moth].

　However, before inquiring about the senator's information, Moros needed to further confirm the fox's abilities.

　"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

　After taking back his phone and fiddling with it for a while, the hooded man offered a price again.

　"can."