February 15, 2095, by the giant calendar. 3 years after the day Jinlus village orphanage was destroyed.
At Jinlus village, Soclomon road, at a small eatery in the middle of a crowded residential road.
A person about 30 years old was sitting at an outside table on the railing of the 2nd floor, he sprayed perfume around his body then adjusted his fedora.
he held it then flipped it over, turning it into a purple baseball cap.
He took a newspaper then covered his face with it.
In an instant he became another person, a face printed in that newspaper.
He transformed himself from a tall person into someone with the appearance of a dwarf.
Then he opened the door and went toward the 1st floor reception desk.
He had carefully considered this entire shop for an hour, observing each person and every possible corner, he also changed his appearance and area at least 3 times and was always in the blind spots of others.
To take precautions, he used fake mana items and placed them around his body, making it so no one recognized him, he also constantly paid and created a series of invoices then threw them away or kept them.
He was sure he could not pass the eyes of the staff, those who knew who had entered and exited the shop, but the customers were different, he had to ensure everyone knew no one knew who he was.
That was because he was about to interview an extremely dangerous person.
At least the most dangerous in his career.
He knew for sure that he might be able to return without getting anything, worse was that he would die, no matter how much he armed himself.
Within a radius of 400 meters from the eatery, everyone else involved with him would not be welcomed, meaning no one would come to save him.
He stepped to the reception desk, then requested to pay, the receptionist nodded then gave him an invoice, but instead of speaking or taking the invoice, he signed it with his signature.
"…"
The receptionist nodded then took back the invoice, she used her hand to point him in a direction, where two people in suits were sitting and eating in a corner.
"ha".
…
Many years ago, the council of elders along with the lords ruling their lands on the Palec empire decided on a plan without going through the royal family, which was to implement a plan to create those called dark night lords.
They were those chosen from each region by the spy organization to control the underground world of those regions.
They were given strength, power, relationships, in return they still had to depend on the actual lord of that place.
Those considered dark night lords were usually those who ruled the area by pure strength, elevated after unifying all regional gangs, or at least that was what all citizens thought, while also doing underground activities on behalf of the lords.
Whenever there was an incident, it was the actual lords who would collude with the dark night lord, pretending to be righteous to drive away the dark night lord, while also whitewashing shady activities, pushing guilt onto the dark night lord.
It was also so as not to have too much power concentrated in the dark night lord, they would also constantly eliminate dark night lords, pushing guilt on that person but creating an execution on paper. In that way, they controlled the dark night lords, ready to punish or reward those who obeyed them in silence.
'But if everything were like that then it would be good'.
The reporter guy at this time was still wearing a mask, silently cursing himself for agreeing to participate in this plan.
He was walking inside a tunnel leading to the secret chamber of the person he sought, the person he would 'interview'.
Although calling this place a tunnel, it was actually too luxurious, and too simple.
He could not help but glance at the fluorescent lamps emitting a soft yellow light, something made purely of science without using magic, this was a rare thing, because magic lamps were very convenient and could be very versatile, and fluorescent lamps were very expensive without being much better than usual.
"Perhaps this is to avoid being detected by tracking magic".
This was a very reasonable answer, but also something that showed the excessive caution of the person he intended to meet.
because even when in the army, when digging trenches or digging tunnels to enemy positions they only needed a few magic lamps or at most self burning oil lamps.
He stood before a door, located at the very end of this tunnel, then he hesitated, intending to run away, but he still tried his best to try to step to the door handle.
"One should at least knock before opening the door".
A voice not clear male or female, old or young, came from inside, it carried a hoarseness, as if it did not belong to a human.
Sweat had bathed this foolish young man, but the die was cast.
There was no way back anymore.
"I-I ask your permission, and also extremely apologize".
He opened the door, and then witnessed a pair of golden eyes hidden in the pitch black darkness, other than that only a thick smell of blood that could not stop, as if he had just opened the gate of hell.
He fleetingly remembered the lines of information the boss had told him before coming here, something he had just forgotten
Although the underground world forces had surrendered to the lords or dark night lords.
But then, there were areas that did not follow such customs, those were 5 different regions.
The capital, where such things were not needed.
Ojus, where it was lawless and the actual lord had declined in power.
Agler city state, originally a principality belonging to the empire but having the intention to separate from the empire.
And 2 most special places, those were the places where power did not fall to the lord but the dark night lord.
Caclor city, a place where the dark night lord stood at the top of the economy making the lord have to depend on his own pawn.
And Jinlus village, a place located on the edge of the empire border, where it was protected by a person called the jiangshi demon by criminals.
And that was precisely the person in front of him: Ron Irus.
"Hello there, Amly"