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Chapter 305: Illegal Tavern

sunset.

Night has just begun to cover Sunshine City!

As a big city with a population of more than 20,000, Sunshine City certainly has a nightlife. On the most prosperous and lively street, lights are on everywhere, and many taverns, small casinos, and brothels all light up dim lights.

Zhang Jingyi was wearing a black cloak that wrapped his entire head and face. He followed the goblin merchant Mizimi and walked on this "bustling" street.

In Mizimi's eyes, this is already a very prosperous big city.

But in Zhang Jingyi's eyes, this place is not as lively as an ordinary small town in our kingdom of heaven.

In the dim street corners, a young woman with heavy makeup and a hot body would wave at Zhang Jingyi from time to time: "Hi! Do you want to try me? I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Zhang Jingyi didn't bother to pay attention and walked straight through.

The goblin merchant Mizimi, however, looked like a pig... However, human women, even prostitutes, looked down on goblins and were not willing to earn goblins' money. They snorted and ignored Mizimi's eager eyes.

Mizimi sighed and said pitifully, "Ever since the rise of the Church of Light, we sub-humans have been looked down upon more and more. Now when I come to Sunshine City to do business, I have to hide from the priests, nuns, and believers of the Church of Light. If I am seen by them, I will be insulted or even beaten."

Zhang Jingyi: "Racial discrimination is indeed not good. I hate racist people and black people the most."

Mizumi: “…”

Zhang Jingyi: "Okay, no more jokes. I came here to hit the reputation of the Holy See of Light. This will also be good for you. Let's get down to business."

Mizimi nodded, brought Zhang Jingyi to a tavern, and pointed inside: "The owner of this tavern is not a decent person. It is said that he is the head of a thieves guild. This tavern is the meeting place for bad guys. In his tavern, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can do anything illegal."

Zhang Jingyi nodded: "Okay, then I will do it here. You should get out of the way first. What I am going to do will attract the army of the Holy See of Light, and you will die."

Mizumi nodded, took a step back, and disappeared into an alley quickly.

Zhang Jingyi then opened the door of the tavern and went in...

As soon as he entered, he felt the discordant atmosphere.

In the dim oil lamp in the tavern, a thin man who didn't look like a good guy stood behind the counter. He looked at Zhang Jingyi, who was wrapped in a cloak, with a strange look and snorted, "Hey, man, as soon as I saw the way you were dressed, I knew you were not a good guy."

Zhang Jingyi laughed: "Why? Can't people who are not good enter your tavern?"

The thin man said, "My tavern doesn't distinguish between good and bad. If you have money, you can enter. If you don't have money, get out."

Zhang Jingyi took out a small sapphire and placed it on the counter.

The thin man smiled and said, "Please come in, dear guest! As long as you don't kill anyone or set any fire, you can do anything for me."

Zhang Jingyi walked into the tavern. As soon as he entered a door, the originally quiet tavern suddenly became noisy with a loud bang. The volume inside and outside the door was completely different.

Zhang Jingyi understood immediately that the four walls and door of this house were painted with [Soundproof Magic Circle], which prevented all sounds in the house from being transmitted out. The tavern, which seemed very quiet from the outside, was extremely noisy inside. There were a lot of men who looked like bad people in their attire, drinking and swearing, and some were fighting. The image of the dwarves in the tavern was no better than that of the dwarves.

A guy like him, wrapped in a black cloak and not looking like a serious person at first glance, would definitely attract a lot of attention if he walked into other taverns. But in this strange tavern, his outfit was considered normal, and there were many people who dressed more extravagantly than him.

No one cares if he comes in...

No one even wanted to look at him...

Zhang Jingyi heard two rough-looking men at the table next to him chatting in low voices: "Yesterday I beat up a servant of Soleimani's. That guy called a lot of people to find me. Damn it, luckily I ran fast, otherwise I almost died there."

"Hahaha, what's that? Last week I sneaked into the Cathedral of Light and stole five silver coins from the Archbishop." "Fuck, are you so cruel?"

"The Church of Light is even worse than us... Damn it, have you heard? They recently burned down a small village. It is said that all the villagers believed in the God of Darkness, and they were all burned to charcoal."

"I fight, make trouble, and occasionally kill people, but when I kill someone, I kill them quickly and I won't burn them alive."

When the two talked about this, they couldn't help but sigh.

After listening to a few words, Zhang Jingyi sighed a little and thought, "Forget it, let's get down to business."

He walked to a blank wall, suddenly took out a nail and a hammer, and banged on the wall, hammering the nails in...

The tavern owner glanced at him from a distance and wanted to stop him from messing with the wall, but he tossed the sapphire in his hand and thought, forget it! This sapphire is very valuable, and hammering two nails on the wall is nothing, so he let him do it.

After hammering the nail, Zhang Jingyi took out a roll of curtain and hung it on the nail.

The curtain suddenly dropped down and turned into a projection screen of more than 150 inches.

At this moment, the people who were drinking, chatting and fighting nearby stopped making noise and all turned to look at him with curiosity in their eyes.

Someone with a quick temper started yelling, "Hey, what are you doing? Hanging a piece of cloth on the wall, are you going to draw? There's no one here who likes art. Hahaha!"

"Yes, this place is full of bandits, bullies, thieves, scum and gangsters. There are no artists."

"Hahahaha!"

Amidst a burst of laughter, Zhang Jingyi walked to the table opposite the screen, took out a miniature portable projector from his backpack, placed it on the table, and turned it on...

A beam of light burst out from the projector lens and shone onto the screen.

The next moment, a pattern appeared on the screen.

Everyone in the pub fell silent instantly, and no one spoke for a full 10 seconds.

It wasn't until 11 seconds that someone reacted and whispered, "Huh? This is a magical secret treasure for recording."

"Hmm! There should be a high-quality crystal inside, which contains images of what happened in the past."

"Like a necklace left by my grandmother."

"But this secret treasure is so big. Can it reproduce such a large picture?"

“The whole wall is a picture.”

What was displayed on the screen was a picture of a bustling city.

"What is this picture?"

"Are you stupid? This is Sunshine City! This is Sunshine City seen from the sky."

"Yeah, it's Sunshine City a few months ago. You see, the water level was very low at that time. It's the scene when the fishmen built the dam."

Zhang Jingyi chuckled and said to the audience, "Everyone, pay attention. What you are about to see is a real video of Soleimani, General Chukabi, and Father Glass, who were sent by the Cathedral of Light, working together to kill the fishman and avert a disaster after the water level of the West Wind River dropped last time."

As he finished speaking, the camera quickly flew upstream along the West Wind River...

(End of this chapter)