Half-elf Notebook

Chapter 203 Black Brotherhood

In a deep and dark tunnel beneath a certain city, An Ya Si was being taken deeper by two professionals in black robes.

The corridor was unusually dry, with no trace of moisture on the steps or walls, and no signs of groundwater erosion. Every few meters, a magic mining lamp emitting a pale light that was not dazzling appeared in the sight of the visitors.

They barely provided the light needed in the underground tunnels, but could not dispel the coldness within.

Such a scene seemed to be caught in a certain loop. Except for the occasional forks in the road, it would repeat itself without changing much after entering the corridor.

At the beginning, An Yasi would silently count the number of lights and pay attention to the forks in the road she passed.

Later on, my thoughts gradually became frozen, my vision became more and more blurry, and my counting became unreliable.

She could only vaguely remember that she seemed to have walked up the stairs four times and twice.

I met a few black-robed members who also kept silent.

In this dim and similar environment, the perception of time and distance seems to be becoming increasingly blurred.

Until the black-robed person who was responsible for leading the way in front stopped in front of a side corridor.

"arrive."

Only at this moment did he look like a living person, rather than a walking zombie or a puppet acting according to some instructions.

There was not much fluctuation in the tone, neither enthusiastic nor cold.

The other one raised his hand and gestured to the side for someone to come in.

His position just happened to completely block Anya Si's path.

Their expressions were completely hidden in the shadows, making it impossible for An Yasi to guess, but their meaning was clear.

Go in here and we'll wait outside.

An Ya Si swallowed her saliva. Ever since she was taken out of Leishi City by several gang secret agents, she has always been like this. She has no choice and no right to choose.

——It is obviously a similar situation now.

She gritted her teeth and finally mustered up the courage to walk into the corridor alone.

The tunnel is very short and you can almost see the end at a glance. At the end of the stone wall lamp is a door.

A door that is completely different from the underground style.

The wooden door panels are overall a gorgeous purple-red hue, showing that they are by no means cheap.

The door panels are carved with simple plant and floral patterns and painted with wax.

Even in the depressing underground space, it looks luxurious and exquisite.

It feels as if it is not connected to a dark and damp stone room underground, but to an elegantly decorated guest room on the ground.

An Ya Si subconsciously reached out for the door handle, but suddenly paused, then retracted her hand. She paused for a few seconds before raising her finger and gently knocking on the door.

"Come in."

A majestic and vicissitudes voice, carrying endless pressure, came into the ears of the brown-haired girl through the door, and An Ya Si's breathing stopped.

In an instant, her heartbeat and physiological reactions were overwhelmed, and she almost fainted on the spot.

However, her hand had already obeyed the command involuntarily and pulled the door handle.

With a slight "creak", the door opened and the scene inside appeared in her pupils.

It was a very normal office. Except for the windows that did not provide light, the four sides were bounded by wooden boards of soothing colors. In the center of the exquisite ceiling, hung a bright magic mine chandelier, serving as the light source in the room.

A middle-aged man who looked to be over fifty years old, wearing a suit that has only become popular in recent decades, was sitting behind the desk.

The nose bridge is straight, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes and the nasolabial folds are clearly visible.

But his half-closed brown eyes, like winter frost and sharp like a wild wolf, blurred his real age and made people feel chilly.

He clenched his fist with one hand and lightly supported his chin, looking coldly at the girl who walked in.

Next to this man stood a young man with a long sword hanging from his waist, wearing a coat and standing with his hands behind his back.

"sit down."

It was more of an order than an invitation.

He had a blank expression on his face, as if he was looking at a prey, an object, rather than a person who was his equal.

The terror from a completely different level of life was unrestrained and mercilessly swept over Anya Si.

Her whole body was shaking because of this, and her heart was filled with helplessness and despair.

She wanted to sob, to scream.

But her body didn't obey her at all.

He just walked forward stiffly, then sat down on a chair reserved for her in the room, facing the desk.

Now, Anya finally understood why the secret agents did not search her body or take away the potions, knife and magic scrolls she carried when they took her into the underground tunnel.

Because there is no need at all.

"Let's talk, Ms. Anyas."

The older man held two test tube-sized bottles of medicine between his fingers, one was pale yellow like amber, and the other was clear light green.

At the same time, the invisible pressure from Anya Si receded like a tide.

He gave the brown-haired girl the right to speak.

"The Black Brotherhood needs the formula for these two potions, the specific preparation process, and the precautions for preparation. Can you provide help with this?"

Like an old man who had just survived a disaster, Anya Si retched violently, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks, and dripping onto the ground mixed with saliva.

Then, like a drowning man, he gulped down oxygen greedily.

Only when her body's reaction was no longer so violent did she take out a potion from inside her coat and drink it.

The older man in the suit didn't seem surprised, or maybe he didn't care.

The potion took effect very quickly, and An Yasi soon stopped her instinctive sobbing.

She raised her head, but did not dare to meet the older man's eyes directly:

"You mean... the Black Brotherhood wants me to give up the potion formula for free?"

An Ya Si knew that she had no bargaining power at all.

Perhaps it was because she had come to light as the creator of the potion, or perhaps it was because the potion was known to most of the higher-ups in the Vandel Gang.

From the moment the organization above the Vander Gang sent out the secret envoy, from the moment he did not try to escape... all this was destined.

"You can think so."

The older man said calmly:

"But the Brotherhood can give you another way."

"Join us and become my subordinate. If you have other potion formulas, please present them to the Brotherhood and the gang will handle them."

"At least this way, you don't have to pay them for nothing. In exchange, you can serve as the gang's direct "executor", gain the right to command the Vandel Gang, and share in the development of the Brotherhood."