Necromancer, But Pre-Collapse Civilization Chapter 20

Through questioning the unfortunate souls who had delivered goods to his doorstep, Moros learned about the significant events that had occurred on Earth after his departure.

Overall, the situation on Earth was relatively peaceful.

Although a few lackeys of the Mu Continent government had searched Dusk Street for him a few years ago, they had left empty-handed and soon departed.

Never mind, there would be opportunities later.

Turning, Moros walked towards a bar on Dusk Street.

After all, they were just low-level thugs, and the information they knew couldn't satisfy Moros.

To obtain the information he needed, Moros had to go to places like bars, which were a mix of all sorts, to purchase intelligence.

Following the bar address he extracted from the thugs' souls, Moros found the establishment named [Twilight Wine].

Seeing the bar's exquisite facade, which stood in stark contrast to the surrounding dirty and messy environment, Moros's expectations for the success of this operation grew even higher.

Any owner who could open a bar in a place like Dusk Street naturally possessed extraordinary abilities.

Moros was confident that he could acquire the intelligence he needed from this bar.

Although Moros hadn't actively plundered wealth during the attack on Y City six years ago, even the small portion he had casually acquired was enough to pay for intelligence.

Furthermore, even if the information brokers were insatiably greedy, Moros's expert-level [Necromancy] was not merely for show.

If he couldn't obtain the required intelligence through normal transactions, Moros wouldn't mind using some unconventional methods to get the information he desired.

Moros firmly believed that when souls were in his grasp, even the most avaricious information brokers would obediently reveal everything they knew.

At the entrance of [Twilight Wine], several burly men in black guarded the premises. The standard-issue assault rifles of the Mu Continent military, holstered at their waists, clearly indicated they were not to be trifled with.

These guards merely glanced casually at Moros, dressed in his black robes, and then ignored him.

Those who served as doormen in Dusk Street knew well that it was best to stay out of matters that didn't concern them.

Since Moros was a customer intending to enter [Twilight Wine], the doormen wouldn't stop him, no matter how suspicious he appeared.

Stepping into the lobby of [Twilight Wine], Moros was immediately enveloped by the bar's unique atmosphere.

Under the dim lights, people unleashed their passions, dancing wildly as if seeking a form of catharsis and release in the darkness.

Bodies intertwined, music blared, and people shed their daily restraints, revealing their most authentic and natural selves.

On his way to the bar, Moros witnessed many unrestrained scenes.

In a corner, people were trading white powder, their eyes sharp and cunning, as if competing for a rare treasure.

Simultaneously, others were indulging in the most primal desires under the dim lights, embracing and panting ecstatically, as if releasing all their emotions and stress.

Moros was neither surprised nor disgusted by this; he understood the complexity and diversity of human nature.

In a place like Dusk Street, people endured immense pressure and anxiety, and they needed to find a way to vent and release.

[Twilight Wine] happened to provide a venue for them to temporarily escape their constraints and express their true selves.

He walked to the bar and sat down, ordering a cocktail.

"I want to buy some information."

While the bartender was mixing the cocktail, Moros spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible amidst the surrounding noise.

Upon hearing this, the bartender frowned slightly but quickly regained his composure and continued his work.

"Sir, if it's about daily news or rumors, you can ask me directly," the bartender said as he pushed the finished cocktail towards Moros. "But if you need more confidential or special information, I suggest you find [Fox]."

"Fox?"

"Yes, sir," the bartender replied, nodding slightly with a barely perceptible smile. "Although Fox's fees are high, the quality of his information is widely recognized here."

Moros wasn't sure how sensitive the information he needed was within Dusk Street, so he decided to let the bartender judge.

"I need some very important information, about the hidden secrets of certain high-ranking government officials."

A flicker of surprise crossed the bartender's eyes upon hearing Moros's words.

Clearly, even in Dusk Street, this kind of information was considered special.

He seemed to be carefully considering something before speaking after a moment.

"Sir, if the information you need is truly that sensitive, I suggest you meet Fox directly."

"Can you tell me how to contact him?"

"If you order a glass of [Golden Wine], you can go to the second floor. There, you'll find Fox's representative, but whether Fox is willing to meet you, I can't guarantee," the bartender cautiously provided the answer he knew.

"Alright, then I'll have a glass of [Golden Wine]."

Although [Golden Wine] was expensive, for Moros, a few thousand per glass was affordable.

"Alright, please wait a moment, sir."

After relaying a code phrase into his intercom, the bartender skillfully began mixing a cocktail.

His movements were fluid and elegant, like a visual feast.

Soon, a golden, enticing cocktail was completed.

At the same time, a waiter in a server's uniform approached.

"Sir, please follow him upstairs."

The bartender gently pushed the Golden Wine towards Moros, smiling and gesturing for him to follow the waiter.

Moros took a deep breath, nodded, then picked up his glass and followed the waiter.

Ascending the winding staircase, Moros stepped onto the second floor of [Twilight Wine].

The atmosphere here was completely different from downstairs, filled with a sense of solemnity and vigilance.

At the entrance to the hallway, a squad of fully armed mercenaries stood guard, their gazes sharp as knives, their expressions unsmiling.

As a Necromancer, Moros could keenly sense the scent of blood emanating from these mercenaries.

Clearly, they were a group of cold and ruthless war machines.

Chapter 32: Intelligence Transaction

Under the guidance of the attendant, the mercenaries offered no obstruction to Moros.

Following the attendant's steps, Moros passed through the bustling second-floor hall and arrived at the door of a room.

The attendant knocked twice softly, then pushed the door open, signaling Moros to enter.

Moros looked through the open doorway. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a low-brightness LED light.

In the faint light, the silhouette of a long table was vaguely visible. Two cups of clear water were placed on the table, emitting a faint coolness.

On one side of the table sat a young man quietly. His hood was pulled low, obscuring his face.

Judging by his build, he seemed very young, but his silent and reserved demeanor gave off a profound impression.

Entering the room, Moros naturally pulled a chair closer and sat down.

He looked directly at the mysterious man before him and asked directly.

"I heard you can contact the Fox here?"

The man nodded slightly.

"I need to buy some special intelligence from the Fox."

The man nodded again, indicating he understood Moros's request.

"Can you make the decision?"

The man was silent for a moment, then gently shook his head, appearing somewhat helpless.

"I am merely Mr. Fox's representative at [Twilight Wine]. Whether a transaction can be made still requires Mr. Fox's approval."

Moros frowned. His time was precious, and he didn't want to get entangled with the representative for too long.

He wished to speak directly with the Fox.

"What if I want to deal directly with the Fox?"

Moros asked tentatively.

The man looked up, his gaze meeting Moros through the opening of his hood, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Sir, this is not standard procedure."

The man spoke in a calm, unhurried tone.

"Mr. Fox generally does not deal directly with strangers. This is to protect the interests of both parties."

Moros understood in his heart that the hooded man before him was not lying.

As a legendary Necromancer, even without using magic, he could easily discern if an ordinary person was lying.

A bit troublesome, but oh well...

Making up his mind internally, Moros spoke.

"I need to understand the current situation regarding the establishment of new international organizations."

He decided to inquire about some less sensitive intelligence first, to gauge the capabilities of the Fox behind the hooded man.

According to Moros's estimation, by this time, [Moth to Fire] should have already been established, though it was still under wraps.

If the Fox couldn't even obtain intelligence on [Moth to Fire], then Moros wouldn't need to inquire about any more sensitive matters.

After all, intelligence on [Moth to Fire] was far less important and sensitive than intelligence on high-ranking councillors within the Mu Continent government.

If he didn't even have information on [Moth to Fire], the Fox certainly wouldn't have information on councillors.

After hearing Moros's request, the hooded man did not respond immediately. Instead, he calmly took out an unusual smartphone from his pocket.

This mobile phone had clearly undergone special modifications, setting it apart significantly from ordinary ones.

The hooded man tapped on the phone for a while before showing the screen to Moros.

The numbers on the screen startled Moros slightly.

"Fifty thousand."

The hooded man calmly stated the figure.

Fifty thousand was no small sum, especially within the Mu Continent's monetary system.

Before being consumed by the black hole of the Ninth Apostle, the Rock Apostle, the Mu Continent had been the core region of the previous civilization, and its currency value consequently ranked highest among the currencies of the previous civilization's nations.

"Alright."

Moros didn't hesitate. He pretended to take five gold bars from his pocket; in reality, these gold bars came from the storage bag of his enchanted mage robe.

He then signaled for the hooded man to proceed with the transaction.

Putting away the gold bars, the hooded man skillfully operated the phone and then handed it to Moros.

The screen displayed detailed intelligence, covering the latest activities and scale of the international organization.

Moros read it carefully and soon saw the name [Moth to Fire].

"[Moth to Fire], established in 20XX, supported by countries such as the Mu Continent, Shenzhou, and North America, aims to control and research the Honkai..."

After opening the entry related to [Moth to Fire] and browsing for a bit, Moros gained a preliminary assessment of the Fox's abilities.

"Give me all the intelligence on [Moth to Fire]."

However, before inquiring about the Councillors, Moros needed to further confirm the Fox's capabilities.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Taking back the phone and operating it for a moment, the hooded man quoted another price.

"Alright."