On February 12, 874, Dawn Calendar, at 1:00 a.m.

The night was already deep at this time, and most of the people in Dilno City had fallen into a deep sleep, eliminating the fatigue of the whole day in a peaceful sleep.

However, at this time, there are still a large number of guys who are still immersed in the hustle and bustle.

The brilliant and colorful neon lights illuminate half of the sky in Dilno City and extend a very long distance.

The cold silver moon is hanging high, but it is not as cold as usual.

In the northwest part of Dirno, the noisy and noisy streets are almost all night club bars.

Alan walked slowly on the long street, with a tall figure and a calm expression, but not very conspicuous.

There were noisy sounds all around, and the drunks who appeared from time to time did not care about Allen's existence. Even if a few sober guys sometimes appeared, they were busy flirting with their female companions.

Or, carrying a drunk woman on her shoulders and walking towards the hotel.

They were all anxious and raced against time, and they were busy paying attention to Alan, an existence that looked different from the public.

Moreover, Alan's appearance is nothing, it can only be said that the other party does not come often.

At that time, this precious location did not attract a few young men who wanted to see the world.

These things are simply too normal.

However, when seeing these young men who were either drunk or with the afterglow of excitement that had not yet dissipated, Allen seemed to have reacted.

Although his assassination method may be biased towards the Berserker genre, at present, he still does not want to alert himself.

Or, it is okay to alert the snake, but at least you have to wait until he discovers where the snake is.

Otherwise, it would be a simplified reminder for them and they would not be able to get any benefits.

Alan's face slightly adjusted and his body became loose. In just a few steps, his temperament suddenly changed. His originally solemn and cold voice became green, as if he had not left school.

But to be honest, Allen is now the age of a high school student.

Although he joined the executive department, his appearance and momentum are very different from his peers.

However, when he changed into more ordinary clothes, he could still pretend.

However, although Alan's intentional slowdown made himself seem less surprising, it would not take much time to walk the street.

After thinking for a moment, Allen walked towards the nightclub with the best location and the most luxurious architecture.

The scarlet color emanates from the sign hanging high at the door, creating a sense of surprise and stimulation.

This color is not very dazzling, and it is softer than the light emitted by the electric light.

At the first glance of this sign, Allen discovered its essence.

The sign itself is nothing surprising, but the paint applied to the handwriting carved from scarlet fluorite is very much in mind.

Although Alan could not see the composition of the pigment by relying solely on the smell and color, Alan knew that the person who guided this nightclub to design the signature must be an expert.

The colors, smells, and the patterns on the sign seem to be used to decorate the sign seem to be irrelevant, but they are wonderfully integrated between this inch, emitting psychological hints to the pedestrians who see this sign, attracting tourists.

And the most amazing thing is that there is no trace of extraordinaryness. If you insist on talking about the mystery, it is probably the fusion of pharmacy, design, psychological suggestion and other knowledge.

Although it is wonderful and has extraordinary effects, it does not violate the extraordinary laws set by the empire.

Moreover, this suggestion is extremely shallow, not just like planting a [thinking stamp] and taking effect immediately. More so, it is actually a subtle influence.

Maybe you can't see anything once or twice, but if you see it too many times, the other party will naturally become curious about the nightclub and walk in.

Allen stood at the door, stopped slightly, looked at the bright red words on the signboard, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"A bloody feast."

As he stepped in, the noisy and irritating breath came to his face. Heavy metal music that was extremely noisy and irritable was endless, as if countless shells were exploding in his ears, shocking people's scalp numb, as if the heart began to turbulent with this rhythm, and blood was stimulating.

However, Allen's face was as normal as usual, and there was no flush that naturally appeared because of the warm atmosphere.

After all, if music alone can make a superman's heartbeat change reach the silver level, which is ten times more than ordinary people.

Then Allen doesn't have to spend so much effort to search, just go up and go up.

After all, only people of the same level or even higher level, or magic tools can touch the silver-level extraordinary people.

The atmosphere in the nightclub is crazy and manic, and it is extremely lively.

The colorful lights are constantly changing, stirring people's emotions.

Sweat, wine, aroma and other odors merged together, making everyone entering this paradise unconsciously immersed in it, making it even more fanatical.

Looking at the crowd who twisted their bodies on the dance floor like a group of demons dancing, venting their suppressed desires during the day.

Allen just smiled, walked along the path next to the dance floor, and headed towards the bar.

"A glass of oatmeal beer, thank you."

Allen did it straight and said with a smile at the bartender who was looking at him.

The bartender, tall and burly, had scars on his face and looked at Allen, and poured him wine without saying a word.

Because Allen ordered a cocktail that required craftsmanship, in just a few breaths, a large cup of beer boiling with hops and a mellow aroma was placed in front of Allen.

And what he needs to pay is just 20 bronzes.

Allen glanced at the bartender with some surprise, and was a little surprised by the weight and quality.

To be honest, if it is outside, there is no problem buying a small bucket of oatmeal beer with 20 copper coins.

However, in nightclubs or bars, the price of wine is much more expensive than that of the outside world, so it is not a problem for the other party to charge this price.

Moreover, from the decoration and hidden in the crowd, the security in the corner can be seen that this is not a more affordable nightclub, but a more high-end and luxurious occasion.

So, the price is not beyond Allen's expectations.

But he didn't expect that the other party was quite honest and did not act like killing because of his tender face.

Without saying a word, she smiled kindly at the other party. Alan raised his beer, turned halfway around, and looked at the dance floor where the demons were dancing.

The cold and mellow beer mixed with rising hops entering the throat and was swallowed by Allen's small mouth.

The cold breath goes straight from the throat to the lungs, dispelling the heat and heat of the nightclubs in the outside world, whether it is the atmosphere or the temperature.

The tilted cups emit blurred colors under the light, reflected by the liquid in the cup, and a wonderful halo was permeated, covering Allen's eyes.

Although in the outside world, according to the truth, you should act carefully so as not to accidentally get into any tricks.

But to be honest, with Allen's current physical fitness and perception ability, it is really difficult to get hit.

Moreover, Alan's mind gathered and sank into the space magic tool at his waist. He glanced at the trump card that Ms. Kelly gave him and Renard, and felt a sense of peace.

If it really reaches that level, then in a sense, the situation will be much clearer. Moreover, Allen will not be in substantial danger.

In this way, Allen just sat there quietly, drinking wine, and observing everything around him casually.

The violent heavy metal music around me was endless, and the colorful lights flashed and changed.

In this case, the direction of the bar seems to have become the most unique place.

It is like an isolated island in the sea, or a reef in a torrent, and it seems to have a quiet meaning different from the one below the ground.

But Allen is the most outstanding existence among them.

It is true that there are many people around who just sit there without leaving the scene and dance like Allen.

But they were different from Allen. They either held a glass of wine and talked loudly, said many times of exaggeration, or looked at the "prey" on the dance floor with people around them, with an indescribable smile on the corner of their mouths, or drank a muffled wine without saying a word, as if they wanted to relieve the depression in their hearts.

And Allen just sat there, his eyes wandering in the field, but there was no fixed number.

After drinking for a long time, most of the beer in his glass was left, as if, late at night, he came here just to drink a glass of beer and see the prosperity in it.

But what he didn't notice was that while he was observing inside and outside the venue, some people became interested in him.

"Hey, brother, where is the stairs there?" Yi Yi's eyes retracted, and Allen turned his body back and looked at the bartender in charge of this section of the bar.

“Second floor.”

The bartender's voice was cold and steady, his answers were concise, and he had an extraordinary momentum.

Allen smiled, his eyes filled with unexpected sighs.

From the beginning of contact, he discovered a sense of familiarity, familiarity with the other person's walking, sitting and lying manner, and familiarity with the other person's momentum.

Although there are many armed forces in this world, only one profession, a soldier, can create this momentum.

So, his first question is not so much a question as a confirmation of his own conjecture.

"So, can the guests go up?"

Allen asked, letting go of the beer for a while but still having a lot of it left.

As he said that, the bartender stopped wiping the cup and gave Alan a deep look.

"You can't." Then, as if nothing had happened, he lowered his head again and replied in a deep voice.

"If you don't say the request, how can you know I can't do it."

Alan was not angry at the other party's answer, but said with an interest.

Before he came in, he learned from the architecture that this nightclub does not only have a large first floor, but also a secret second floor.
To be continued...