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After parting ways with Chase, Chris continued walking toward the alleyway between 15 and 16 Mink Street.

When he passed the shop where Chase had come out, he noticed that it was the Immorales Funeral Parlor, which was quite famous in the surrounding blocks.

In his lucid dream last night, he still remembered that the funeral home was related to the torchbearer.

Chris slowed his pace slightly as he passed by.

At this moment, only a faint light remained inside the shop, and an old man was closing the last door.

Chris noticed that the other person seemed to have noticed him too, so he simply smiled back and left.

Morgan closed the last door of the funeral home and, relying on the dim light inside, walked through the lobby into the inner room.

After walking through a not-too-long, dimly lit corridor, he arrived at his room.

He was used to using candles for lighting.

In the candlelight, the wrinkles on his face seemed to come alive, swaying with the light and shadow.

Morgan sat quietly at a table, took out a small black box about the size of a matchbox from his pocket, and opened it to find two thin, black square pieces inside, which looked like dark chocolate.

He carefully took out a piece, placed it in front of his mouth and nose, and then took a deep breath.

The scent that filled his nostrils was the fragrance of rain-soaked earth, the smell of crushed mushrooms, and the stench of rotting corpses.

Without much hesitation, Morgan put the thin black slice in his mouth and went to bed.

……

Chris did not go inside immediately after arriving at the meeting place.

He and his colleague agreed that whoever arrived first would wait for the other at the entrance.

After observing from outside for a while, Chris realized that there weren't as many people entering the alley as he had imagined.

Based on his colleague's description, Chris subconsciously assumed that this place must be something like a secondhand market.

There should be quite a few people in this kind of place.

But clearly, that colleague may have been hiding something.

While he was waiting, five or six people dressed in various styles went inside. These people seemed to be attending this kind of gathering for the first time.

Some of them, like Chris, were carrying something in their hands, while others went in empty-handed.

Not long after, a tram stopped at the Mink Street stop, and the person Chris was waiting for finally arrived.

Looking along the streetlights, Chris spotted the other person in the distance.

The man, dressed in a formal work suit, was none other than Chris's colleague, Colin.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Chris." Colin jogged up to Chris and said apologetically, "There was some trouble on Enclave Street tonight, which caused the trams to stop a little longer."

Upon hearing the explanation, Chris wore an indifferent expression and smiled, "It's alright, I just arrived too."

"But... don't you need to explain this 'flea market' thing?" Chris asked with a serious look on his face, glancing at the alley behind him.

"Hehe." Colin looked at Chris, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face for the first time.

Seeing this, Chris didn't say anything more. He quietly looked at Colin, waiting for the other to explain further.

Colin moved closer to Chris and whispered, "This place is indeed a 'flea market,' except some of the things traded here might not be commonly found on the market."

Upon hearing this, Chris subtly distanced himself from Colin by half a body length.

He looked at Colin more intently.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person was his best colleague, he would have turned around and left long ago.

"Don't get me wrong, there won't be any transactions here that violate Imperial law. It's just a place for a group of niche culture enthusiasts to exchange ideas and make deals," Colin explained.

"What niche hobbies?" Chris asked naturally.

"Occultism," Colin said in a deep voice, a glint of light in his eyes, making him appear much more energetic.

Chris frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Is this a coincidence?

He had only just begun studying the occult, and today he went straight to a gathering of occult enthusiasts.

Chris's brain was rapidly recalling memories of Colin from the past month.

Colin told him about the flea market about two weeks ago.

At that time, he was making the handbag he was holding and hadn't yet figured out how to sell it.

Colin was his best friend, so when Colin learned that Chris had also started taking scraps from the company for the first time, he shared this mysterious flea market with Chris.

Chris had assumed that the other cobblers in the company were also using this sales method, but now it seems that's probably not the case.

Seeing that Chris was still hesitating, Colin pulled him aside and explained further.

……

After a moment, the doubt in Chris's eyes gradually faded.

It turns out that Colin wasn't lying to Chris when he introduced him to this place selling his handbags.

Some occult enthusiasts believe that certain rare leathers used by the Louis Leather Company can be used to extract occult materials.

However, these handbags made from rare leathers and sold through official channels are often very expensive.

So Chris's handbag might fetch a better price here.

Moreover, this gathering is not open to just anyone.

Without Colin's guidance, Chris wouldn't have been able to get into the actual meeting place inside the alley.

Of course, Colin didn't bring Chris here entirely without his own ulterior motives.

His goal was very simple: he wanted Chris to pretend to be a prospective believer he was recruiting and listen to a sermon that would be given at the rally that night.

Colin repeatedly emphasized that it was just a matter of pretending to listen; there was no need to actually believe it, no need to spend money, and you could even get a late-night snack.

After hearing the explanation, Chris's doubts were resolved, but he still couldn't help but look Colin up and down with an ambiguous gaze.

He suddenly realized that he had never really understood this guy who was his best friend in the company.

While Chris and Colin were talking quietly, more people entered the alley one after another.

Seeing that it was getting late, Colin's eyes pleaded with Chris, "Please, Chris, just once, just once."

Chris remained unmoved, looking as if he was pondering whether or not to go in.

A resolute glint flashed in Colin's eyes as he gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'll cover for you on two of my days off next month."

Upon hearing this, Chris's eyes showed a hint of interest for the first time.

Seeing this, Colin hardened his heart and simply said, "Four days! I'll cover for you on all my days off next month."

"Okay," Chris suddenly said.

He looked at Colin with a broad smile and confirmed again, "Cover me for four days next month. Our Senior Craftsman Colin definitely keeps his word, right?"

"Of course, don't you know who I am?" Colin said, annoyed that Chris looked like he had succeeded in his scheme.

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