Chapter 632: Agent

Agent's Hand and the Fire-Passer

Cheng Shi walked fast. Before long, the two bypassed a large area of shantytowns with uneven buildings and women standing in front of the doors, and arrived near a huge, crude earth house. He looked at the so-called prison cell before him—with its door wide open, roof damaged, and one wall even half-collapsed—and his eyelids twitched, his head full of black lines.

If this could be considered a prison, then the quality of the prisoners locked inside must be very high; otherwise, why wouldn't they run?

Seeing this, the Blind Man smiled and said:

"The Gate of Inversion has many forces entangled, mostly to fight for resources in the underground-surface interchange. So unless necessary, they generally won't waste resources to raise some 'idlers'."

Most of the prisoners here will be sent to the mines to do hard labor. Only those who have affected mining efficiency but still have some use will be temporarily detained in some prisons.

And those who are detained, in order to beg for life, mostly won't leave easily. They always have to earn a living in this place. As long as they endure until the end of their sentence, they can always go back and do the work they should do.

So today we are lucky. In this... prison, there are clearly a few lucky ones locked inside."

Cheng Shi naturally knew there were a few brothers locked inside, but his expression still became somewhat strange after hearing this.

He always felt that the Blind Man was teasing him, but the problem was that the other party's words were indeed correct, just the tone was a bit off. So he stopped and didn't rush in, but turned his head to look at the Blind Man, asking curiously:

"You know so much about this place. Was it all told to you by that person from the History School?"

The Blind Man was stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Yes, Xinxin manages the History School very well."

"..."

Listen, a 【Fraud】 believer managing an organization that digs into the memories of the Continent of Hope very well.

Looking at it this way, there wasn't only one blasphemer in this game, me!

There were no guards outside the earth house prison, but there were indeed a few "prisoners" locked inside. When Cheng Shi pushed the door open cautiously and walked in, the first thing that caught his eye was seven or eight big men lying on the ground, dead drunk and crooked.

The ground was a mess, with wine barrels and food scraps scattered everywhere. The smell of fishy urine and alcohol rushed toward them, and the smell was so strong that Cheng Shi shivered directly.

No way, brother, an open-air house can still have such a strong smell? Are you drinking wine or drinking urine?

He covered his mouth and nose helplessly and looked around. After scanning the large earth house twice, he found that aside from the few big men who were drunk and unconscious before him, there was no one else in this prison.

And at this time, the Blind Man also followed in. Seeing the scene so chaotic, he furrowed his brow, approached Cheng Shi, and said nasally while covering his nose:

"It's time for the Fate-Weaver to show his skills. Bestow a Sobering Spell upon them, Cheng Shi."

?

Cheng Shi's mouth twitched, thinking that the Fate-Weaver's business, what did it have to do with today's warrior.

I came in wearing a warrior's vest; where would I have a priest's skill at this moment.

However, just for sobering, it didn't have to be a spell; physical sobering was equally effective.

So Cheng Shi smiled, flew a scalpel from his sleeve, and "whoosh" it stuck into the thigh of the big man who was drunk and lying closest to him.

The big man felt pain, woke up suddenly, and before he could get up, he hugged his thigh and wailed. He rolled constantly, like a grinding wheel, pressing the mess under him back and forth. Before long, an even bigger smell spread out.

Cheng Shi's expression changed slightly, and he retreated a step directly to stay away from the scene. The Blind Man looked at Cheng Shi's set of operations, stunned, and didn't recover for a long time.

"You..."

"Eh? Strange, you are just blind, don't you smell it too? Don't you think it's smelly?"

"..."

For a moment, the Blind Man appeared in a trance. If it weren't for his "vision" being different from ordinary people, being able to clearly see that the person in front of him was Cheng Shi, he would have thought this teammate was the biological brother of some Chen-surnamed Divine Choice.

"Doing this will only reduce the efficiency of our information gathering, Cheng Shi."

The Blind Man sighed helplessly, took out a small bottle of potion from the space, and threw it on the rolling big man. The potion exploded on the big man, instantly healing his injuries and making him sober up.

He stopped wailing, stared at the woman wrapped in black cloth with a pair of confused big eyes, and then looked at the man in the distance with a playful expression, blinking his eyes in confusion.

"Who... are you?"

"Pure passersby. Seeing you were stabbed, we came in specifically to save your life." Cheng Shi said with a thick skin, "No need to thank us. This is what a Fire-Passer should do."

"?" The big man with confused memory was even more confused. What was a Fire-Passer?

He scratched his head, furrowed his brow, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

The Blind Man's expression was quite helpless. He just wanted to ask seriously when he was interrupted by Cheng Shi again: "We are freelance writers, here to find some news material. Has anything strange happened in the town recently?"

Hearing this, the big man was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly remembering his identity and what had just happened. His face suddenly sank, he sat up abruptly, looked at Cheng Shi and the Blind Man unkindly, and said annoyedly:

"What the hell? Are you here to watch our jokes?

Go play on the side. Being locked in here is already frustrating enough; where would I have time to..."

Before he could finish, a bright scalpel "clattered" and stuck into the ground between his legs, brushing his pants.

The big man trembled all over, and immediately changed his words, "The thing I lack most is time. What would you like to know?"

Cheng Shi and the Blind Man were both amused by the big man's ability to see the wind and steer the rudder. Cheng Shi even sneered, walked forward again, and took out a scalpel, spinning it up and down between his fingers.

"I said, tell me what interesting things have happened in the town recently. If you say it well, you still have a chance to live. If you don't say it well... my flying knife isn't always accurate."

The big man's face tightened, and he immediately started pouring it out like beans, from family trifles to mine storms, from power struggles to foreign populations. He almost said everything he could say. After saying it, the cold sweat on his body was like being fished out of water, and he almost fainted from exhaustion.

Cheng Shi and the Blind Man listened intently for a long time, but the more they heard, the tighter their brows furrowed. This person said a lot, but there was really no nutrition. It was all trifles, not to mention interesting, let alone useful.

Hearing the end, Cheng Shi curled his lip in annoyance, used the scalpel to stop the other party's chatter, and asked directly:

"How did you get in? What crime did you commit?"

The big man's tone stalled, and he said sheepishly: "Slept with a woman in the shantytown, didn't have money to pay, so I was locked in by Alade."

"?"

Cheng Shi furrowed his brow. He knew what the shantytown woman represented from the other party's tone, and immediately remembered the shantytown area he had just bypassed. So that place was actually that kind of place?

The Blind Man also furrowed his brow: "Who is Alade?"

"Captain of the mining team, high-level of the Agent's Hand at the Gate of Inversion." The big man trembled.

Cheng Shi was still wondering what the Agent's Hand was, and the Blind Man on the side had already started to explain.

"An organization that scrapes resources underground for surface forces. They have many collaborations with the Tower of Reason and have monopolized some scarce underground resources for a long time.

In this way, this trial is happening in the mid-era of civilization, which is the era when the Agent's Hand was active."

Cheng Shi nodded suddenly, and looked at the big man, asking curiously: "Your discipline is quite good. Is the shantytown also an industry of the Agent's Hand?"

"No..."

"?" Cheng Shi was stunned. "No? You freeloaded off someone else's industry, and ended up getting locked up by your own people? Your Hand of Agency is actually quite law-abiding, then."

The big man shrank his head sheepishly, embarrassed:

"Not really... although it's someone else's industry, the woman I slept with is Alade's sister. I didn't have money to give her, she went to the mine to make trouble, and Alade locked me in."

"???" ===== CHAPTER 633 =====