Late at night, Yang Jian held a volume of "Alad Museum of History" in his hand, drank a cup of tea and wrote it under the lamp.

The shaking butter lamp's heart was beating uneasy, and he was also a little careless.

Suddenly, a breeze blew through and poured into the barracks, making people feel a little chill.

The light went out inadvertently, and Yang Jian turned his head and looked out the window.

The sky outside the window is full of stars and scattered.

What a poetic night, he remembered the wonderful night of the giant beast in the sky curtain.

The lingering and tears are like dreams.

Turning back, Yang Jian suddenly saw a tall figure standing in front of him, looking up at him like a mountain.

His face is an eternal vicissitudes, reminding people of the glaciers that have not melted for thousands of years in the Stone Snowland.

"Bo... Lord Boken".

Yang Jian was a little surprised.

"Captain Yang Jian", Boken used one hand to signal that he didn't have to be too polite.

"You and I work together now, and I will say something right." His face was slightly moved.

"I have a batch of weapons and equipment that I want to sell in the name of the royal family."

Yang Jian knew that he could not hide it from Boken's suspicion, so he told the truth.

"Yang Jian", Boken looked at him, his eyes as deep as a deep pool.

"We are all doing things for the empire, and to be fair, we should not seek personal gain."

"But", he changed his mind.

"Doesn't people live in the world all for themselves?"

"Isn't it great to be able to achieve a win-win situation between myself and the empire?" Yang Jian struck while the iron was hot.

"Queen Scady will definitely learn about this," Boken said explicitly.

"But", he paused.

"She will also acquiesce."

"After all, you represent the core interests of the empire now," Boken stared at Yang Jian.

This sentence was like a final conclusion, causing the stone hanging in Yang Jian's heart to fall to the ground.

"Mr. Boken, the old rules, your part is bound to be indispensable."

Yang Jian now had the confidence.

"You can rest assured that I can do my business," Boken stretched out a hand.

Yang Jian took a space storage ring from his hand and solemnly handed it to Boken.

This ring weighs only a few grams, but it contains hundreds of inherited weapons and equipment, which is priceless.

Boken carefully put the ring into his bag.

"You are traveling to the Dark City this time, and you will be full of murderous intent and full of dangers when you get there."

Boken looked at Yang Jian solemnly.

"You have to make any plans that may be bad."

"I'm not afraid of waiting", Yang Jian's eyes flashed with courage.

"Yes", Boken's eyes also showed some praise.

"I don't have anything more to help you, but you can take a ride on your way down the mountain."

"This way you and your partners can avoid going down the mountain."

He had a rare humor.

"I have a dark elf friend named Crent. He has a two-legged flying dragon that can carry you down the mountain."

After saying this, Boken turned around.

"Master Boken", Yang Jian hesitated for a moment.

"Then please, please."

Boken didn't reply, and a gust of breeze poured into the barracks window and he disappeared.

Yang Jian looked at the direction where Boken left, thinking.

The butter lamp was lit again, and the tea was still lingering.
Chapter completed!