The night is an orgy of darkness.
Unlike Celine, which was quiet and peaceful at night, here in Loran, in the metropolis called Green City, the outside was lit up with a hazy neon glow everywhere.
Vaguely mysterious movements came from the distance, as if the place had truly come to life at this very moment.
It's the kind of feature that Witcher can't possibly afford not to see.
Cloaked in an invisibility cloak and wearing a silver ring, Eleazar is ready to head out the door.
"Eh, wait~"
Qishi in the hall suddenly dropped the black cat and trotted over.
Eleazar looked at her with an unfavorable gaze.
"Why, I'm not taking you out."
"Don't worry about it, I have no intention of going to hold you back."
Qishi said with a smile, pulling out a scarf from somewhere.
"Nah, block your face a little,"
Eleazar squints at it, and after realizing it's just an ordinary item, casually takes it and puts it on.
Twisting it twice around her neck, she pulled it upward again, covering her mouth and nose, and lifted her emotionless eyes to look at the woman standing in the foyer.
"Satisfied?"
"Well, that's more like a ruthless killer."
Qishi nodded with great satisfaction.
"Don't play too late, come back early~"
With that admonition, Eleazar left the residence.
Coming outside and taking a deep sniff of those dark scents, his spirits were inexplicably lifted.
Eleazar looked around.
This city with no streetlights at all was like being shrouded in an endless fog of darkness at night, with a few fantastically illuminated store signs, if anything, guiding them, the dark walkers.
"Well, polluting rivers, black streets..."
Since he had no idea of the direction at all, he could only follow the information captured by his senses.
"Herbs, shimmer, metal, clamor, wail..."
Tracing the noisy movements quickly, he made his way through the increasingly dilapidated and dank alleyways, and he saw several mysterious little pink-lit stores along the way.
"Pleasure, charm, crush..."
Silently noting these places where he could digest magic potions, Eleazar took a step and suddenly found himself in a place that resembled a metal ruin.
What unfolded before his eyes was an unbelievably impressive steel city center.
All the buildings are dominated by steel grills, the rusted iron sourced from abandoned scrap iron from who knows where with only simple bolted and nailed structures providing the most primitive of functions.
Various metal pipes were interlaced and layered, and the corroded and aging network of exhaust pipes leaked out smoke and dust of various colors, filtering the light in the distance into eerie colors.
The hum of machines came from countless workshops.
Choking gases are emitted silently through the night.
Highly toxic wastewater sloughed off at the mouths of wells that had long been clogged.
Eleazar guesses that the sewers must have bred untold numbers of monsters.
This place is undergoing all-round, deathless contamination, and for the vast majority of people, living in such a place is no longer living, it's called survival.
Jumping quickly over various metal pipes, through the murky glass beneath his feet, stained with grease and dirt, Eleazar saw countless workers, masked, working at various machines.
If we have to find out the source of urban haze, this place called the industrial area can be considered as the top one.
Through that polluted urban area, a fluorescent river glowing purple-green unfolds.
The buildings on both sides of the riverbank were dilapidated, rotten, and blackened as if they were the remaining wreckage after a fire, and the sides of the house by side were either high or low, and all of them had in common the fact that there were no windows or doors, and even if they were covered, it was just a piece of blackened matting that had been put up.
The street in front of the house is full of garbage that no one cleans up, and on the pavement near the river bank, uncountable people are setting up stalls, and a large number of pedestrians come and go, shoulder to shoulder, and when they see their favorite goods, they will squat down to talk to the stall owners in a low voice, which seems quiet and noisy.
Eleazar pulled the scarf over his muzzle and blended in silently.
After browsing for a while, he concluded.
Not a transcendental bazaar, a black market at best.
It was decorated with all sorts of mystical gadgets, specifically to attract the little fat sheep who knew about the transcendent from who knows where.
A craft pendant that is just a little oddly shaped dares to sell for 100,000 Teras!
Several other TOs were vying for the first bid next to it, attracting a large number of pedestrians to stop and watch.
This place was a sheep slaughtering ground, and the things on the floor stalls were ridiculously expensive regardless of whether they were real or fake, at the same time, to ensure a constant flow of customers and fame, it seemed that there was a hidden order running the show.
It was very unreasonable, but the security here was very good indeed, and after half a day's walking, Eleazar had not encountered a single burglar.
This doesn't look anything like the scumbag hangout the perp was talking about.
Eleazar thinks for a moment and turns on his heel, using a left-look gesture to lightly collide with an oncoming hulk of a man.
"Ouch!"
Both of them let out simultaneous cries of pain, while there was also a flash of ghostly red light, to both of them couldn't help but fall back in their footsteps lightly, making a crisp sound on the ground.
"Ding~"
That dark red luster surfaced in an unknown number of eyes.
In a flash, I don't know how many eyes were cast over, looking greedily at the ruby.
"Oops, sorry I dropped something."
"How did my family jewel fall out?"
Eleazar bends down and has just picked the gem up when the burly man across the street strides in with a greedy face and splits his hand to grab it.
"You're bullshitting me, that's mine!"
With a quick retraction, Eleazar shouted, "It's mine!"
The burly man was equally defiant and said, "You say it's yours, do you have any proof!"
"And do you have any proof of that?"
The people around them stopped in their tracks when they saw that there was something to see.
Immediately the man was weaving stories to those around him.
"That is my seriously ill father entrusted me to sell a good price to cure the disease, my neighbors can all testify, and in the morning also took to the jewelry store to do the appraisal, if I cheat people shall not die!"
Eleazar was quite impressed that the man had made up a tearful story so quickly.
He cocked his head, "This thing is a magic prop, it's not worth anything."
In the eyes of countless people who were astonished, the red crystal stone slowly levitated in his hands, constantly projecting brilliant colors in all directions.
The big man was immediately chilled in his heart, the lust that filled his head was directly doused by a pot of cold water, and he lowered his head to apologize repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I misread that, sorry sorry..."
He parted the crowd as quickly as he had fled and disappeared.
Eleazar smirked as he put away the gem and looked around at the crowd that had resumed flowing again before he heard a warning behind him.
"Kid, I advise you not to make trouble, Black Street is now under the control of the Shadow Teeth Association, if you don't want to die, get out of here!"
Eleazar looked back, both eyes curved like crescent moons and seemingly filled with laughter.
"Yeah, I just have nothing to do."